To the blight, By Robert Jordan

[Bleys]

Main Charries:
Perrin, a newer wolf brother that was originally a young blacksmith from far away.
Egwene, stupid, stubborn, and whiny person that I don't like unless in a serious situation, also from the same place as Perrin.
Elyas, experienced fighter and wolf brother, knows Perrin is going to be a wolf brother.
Whitecloaks, Stupid people that think they're doing good but really aren't! And judge everyone that isn't them as an enemy!
Wolf brother, a man that can telepathically talk with wolves.
On with the story.

Intense Scene I want to show.

Elyas said to hide, but what if we run? Maybe we could hide in the dark,if we keep moving. Maybe, it has to be dark enough for that. He turned to Egwene, but as he did the decision was taken away from him. Bunched torches, a dozen of them, came around the base of the hill, wavering with trot of the horses. Lanceheads gleamed in the torchlight. He froze, holding his breath, hands tightening on his axe haft.

The horseman rode past the hill, but one of the men shouted,and the torches swung back. He thought desperately, seeking for a way to go. But as soon as they moved they would be seen, if they had not already been, and once they were marked they would have no chance, not even with the darkness to help. The horseman drew up at the foot of the hill, each man holding a torch in one hand and a long lance in the other, guiding his horse by the pressure of his knees.

By the light of the torches Perrin could see the white cloaks of the Children of the Light. They held the torches high and leaned forward in their saddles, peering up at the deep shadows under Artur Hawkwing's fingers. "There is something up there." one of them said. His voice was too loud, as if he was afraid of what lay outside of the sight of his torch. "I told you somebody could hide in that. Isn't that a horse?"

Egwene laid a hand on Perrin's arm; her eyes were big in the dark. Her silent question plain despite the shadow hiding her features. What to do? Elyas and the wolves still hunted through the night. The horses below shifted their feet nervously. If we run now, they'll chase us down.

One of the Whitecloaks stepped his horse forward and shouted up the hill. "If you can understand human speech, come down and surrender. You'll not be harmed if you walk in the Light. If you don't surrendr, you will all be killed. You have one minute." The lances lowered, long steel heads bright with torchlight.

"Perrin," Egwene whispered, "we can't outrun them. If we don't give up, they'll kill us. Perrin?" Elyas and the wolves were still free. Another distant, bubbling scream marked a Whitecloak wo had hunted Dapple too closely. If we run.... Egwene was looking at him, waiting for him to tell her what to do. If we run.... He shook his head wearily ane stood up like a man in a trance, stumbling down the hill toward the Children of the LIght. He heard Egwene sigh adnd follow him, her feet dragging reluctantly

[Bleys]

Continued...

Why are the White cloaks so persistent, as if they hate wolves with a passion? Why do they smell wrong? He almost thought he could smell the wrongness himself, when the wind gusted from the riders. "Drop that axe," the leader barked. Perrin stumbled toward him, wrinkling his nose to get rid of the smell he thought he smelt. "Drop it, bumpkin!" The leader's lance shifted toward Perrin's chest. For a moment he stared at the lancehead, enough shard steel to go completely through him, and abruptly he shouted "No!" It was not at the horseman he shouted.

Out of the night Hopper came, and Perrin was one with the wolf. Hopper, the cub who had watched the eagles soar, and wanted so badly to fly through the sky as the eagles did. The cub who hopped and jumped and leaped until he could leap higher than any other wolf, and who never lost the cub's yearning to soar through the sky. Out of the night Hopper came and left the ground in a leap, soaring like the eagles. The Whitecloaks had only a moment to begin cursing before Hopper's jaws closed on the throat of the man with his lance leveled at Perrin. The big wolf's momentum carried them both off the other side of the horse. Perrin felt the throat crushing, tasted the blood.

Hopper landed lightly, already apart from the man he had kiled. Blood matted his fur, his own blood and that of others. A gash down his face crossed the empty socket where his left eye had been. His good eye met Perrin's two for just an instant. Rin, brother! He whirled to leap again, to soar one last time, and a lance pinned him to the earth. A second length of steel thrust through his ribs, driving into the ground under him.

Kicking, he snapped the shafts that held him. To soar. Pain filled Perrin, and he screamed, a wordless scream that had something of a wolf's cry in it. Without thinking he leaped forward, still screaming. All thought was gone. The horsemen had bunched too much to be able to use their lances, and the axe was a feather in his hands, one huge wolf's tooth of steel.

Something crashed into his head, and as he fell, he did not know if it was Hopper or himself who died. "Soar like the eagles..." were his final words as he faded into unconcioucness...

Damn cliffhangers, huh? I had to make a second one because I accidentally posted the first one too soon.

[Bleys]

Alright, because of a recommendation, I wasn't the one who made this story, I just wanted to show you guys the book I was reading. I want another part like that in the story, but I haven't found one yet.