If You Wish, You May Call Me

The Wheel Of Time Turns, And Ages Come And Pass, Leaving Memories That Become Legend. Legend Fades To Myth, And Even Myth Is Long Forgotten When The Age That Gave It Birth Comes Again. In One Age, Called The Third Age By Some, An Age Yet To Come, An Age Long Past, A Wind Rose In The Mountains Of Mist. The Wind Was Not The Beginning. There Are Neither Beginnings Nor Endings To The Turning Of The Wheel Of Time. But It Was A Beginning.

If It Hurts Too Much, Make It Hurt Someone Else Instead.

You Will Serve The Cyrstal Throne Well. It Would Be A Shame To See You Assassinated Too Early. I Will Make Certain That The First I Send After You Are Newly Trained, So That You May Stop Them With Ease." -general Galgan To Mat

And His Paths Shall Be Many, And Who Shall Know His Name, For He Shall Be Beorn Among Us Many Times, In Many Guises, As He Has Been And Ever Will Be, Time Without End. His Coming Shall Be Like The Sharp Edge Of The Plow, Turning Our Lives In Furrows Form Out Of The Places Where We Lie In Our Silence. The Breaker Of Binds; The Forger Of Chains. The Maker Of Futures; The Unshaper Of Destiny. -from Commentaries On The Prophecies Of The Dragon, By Jurith Dorine, Right Hand To The Queen Of Almoren, 742 Ab, The Third Age

You Have To Understand, Child. Everyone Wants Someone In Their Life, Someone Who Cares For Them, Someone They Can Care For. Even A Queen.