New God(wheel of time)

Chapter 7: The Unseen ThreadsThe fire crackled softly, but the warmth did nothing to ease the chill that ran through Moiraine's bones. The others had seen the Myrddraal. They had seen it vanish, erased from existence as if it had never been.

Rand, Perrin, and Mat huddled together, eyes wide with shock. Egwene clutched at her blanket, her knuckles white. Even Lan, ever the unshakable Warder, was tense, his hand still gripping the hilt of his sword.

The boy—this strange being who had appeared before them—lowered his hand. His silver eyes flickered in the firelight, unreadable, distant. He looked at Moiraine as if expecting her to speak, but she found herself at a loss for words.

"What… what was that?" Rand's voice broke the silence, unsteady. "That thing… it just—"

"Ceased," Lan finished grimly. He released his sword hilt and turned fully to face the boy. "What did you do?"

"I do not know."

The honesty in his voice was unsettling. Moiraine studied him carefully. His power was unlike anything she had ever encountered, beyond the One Power, beyond even the Forsaken's darkest arts. It was as if the Pattern itself bent to him, a willing servant to an unknowable master.

"Are you telling me," Lan said slowly, "that you erased a Myrddraal from existence without knowing how?"

The boy did not answer immediately. Then, softly, he said, "I did not want it to be."

Silence.

The weight of his words pressed against them, heavy with implications none of them dared voice. Moiraine felt her mind racing. There were legends, whispers of beings beyond the Wheel, outside the Pattern itself. But such things were myths, stories to frighten Aes Sedai into believing there were powers greater than their own.

Yet here he stood.

"What are you?" Perrin whispered, his voice low.

The boy hesitated. "I… do not know."

His words rang with a quiet certainty. It was not a lie. He truly did not understand himself, his abilities, or what he was capable of.

Moiraine drew in a slow breath, pushing down the unease curling within her. Knowledge was power. If she did not understand him, she would learn.

"We will speak of this later," she said at last, her voice calm despite the storm within. "For now, we must leave. If that Myrddraal found us, more will come."

The others hesitated but nodded. Moiraine turned to Lan, who was already securing their supplies.

The boy, however, remained still.

"I will come with you," he said.

Moiraine studied him carefully. She had considered leaving him behind, but the thought was laughable. Even if she tried, she doubted anything could stop him from going where he wished. No… if she wished to understand him, she needed to keep him close.

"Very well," she said. "But understand this: whatever you are, you are now bound to the Pattern. It will weave you as it must."

The boy tilted his head slightly, silver eyes unreadable. "We shall see."

And as they set off into the night, Moiraine could not shake the feeling that the Wheel had just begun to weave its most dangerous thread yet.