A year later, Their footage was found.

*A came’ra is turned on, and very unsteadily pointed at two women wearing Great Serpent rings. One has a long braid, and the other has a blue stone hanging in the middle of her forehead. They motion to another woman, younger than both of them*

“Pssst! Egwene! Hurry up, the came’ra can’t balance on that chair forever!” *The woman with the braid says*
“I’m here!” *The young woman hurries into view of the came’ra*
“Hello. My name is Moiraine Sedai, this is Nynaeve Sedai *the woman with a braid gives a small wave* and this is Egwene Sedai, the Amyrlin Seat. We are about to head into the woods outside of Andor to shoot a documentary on the Black Ajah. We call it the Black Ajah Project.” “We will be in the woods for five days, searching for proof that the Black Ajah really does exist. We will ask some townspeople about the legend of the Ajah, then head on into the woods.” *Nynaeve says matter-of-factly* “So lets go.” *Egwene adds cheerfully*

*After some lengthy driving…*

The three women walk into the woods, carrying came’ras, packs full of clothes, food, and some ter’angreal. *Unsteady came’ra movements focusing on Moiraine and Nynaeve* “Here we start our search for the Black Ajah. These two townseople have some information on the legend of the Black Ajah.” *Moiraine says, indicating to the fishermen on the rock* *Came’ra zooms in on two gnarly old men, fishing*
“Yeah, we heard about the Black Ajah.” *One man says, then belches loudly* “Apparently they captured men and women who came into the woods and gentle or still them, no matter if they channeled or not. This is StillGentle Rock. It still isn’t very gentle at all. Because 7 men were found here, tied to eachother hand to foot. They weren’t able to channel, but had been gentled. Carved into their faces were ‘The Shadow Rules!’ and ‘Dark Forever!’”
*Came’ra zooms into rock the men are standing on* *Carved into the rock are many Dark Prophecies, also Narg+Nargette 4ever* “That horrible occurrence happened right here, on StillGentle Rock.” *Nynaeve gestures to the rock she is standing on*
“Okay guys, lets get the little video came’ra so we can film our trip into the woods.” *Camera hangs at Egwene’s side, videotaping the ground* “Um, Egwene? The came’ra?”
“Oh yeah, my bad!” *Came’ra is turned off*

*Came’ra jerks from side to side, as if the person holding it is walking*
“Hurry up, Egwene!” *Nynaeve looks back at the came’ra*
“Yes Egwene, we do need to hurry.” *Moiraine looks back, also*
“Where to next? Moiraine, check the map, will you?”
“Very well, I have it here. It says there is a stream right over that next hill.”
*We see the two women, follwed by the came’ra (Egwene) walk over a hill. There is no stream*
“Um, Moiraine, where is the stream you said would be here?” Nynaeve’s voice is calm. Too calm.
“Well it should be right here.” *Moiraine looks at the map, obviously puzzled*
“Oh no.” Egwene moaned from behind the came’ra. “We’re lost!”
“Oh shut up, we’re not lost.” *Nynaeve glares at Egwene*
“Well, I think we should set up camp, anyway, it’s getting dark.” *Moiraine pulls tent poles out of her pack* “Nynaeve, you and I can set these up, and Egwene, you can go collect food.” *Came’ra is turned off*

*Came’ra zooms in on the three women sitting around a campfire, tent built in the background. On a makeshift spit in the fire, there is a rabbit cooking. Nynaeve is telling the tale of the Black Ajah*

“So the Black Ajah would take two people into their basement and make one person stand in the corner, and they would still or gentle the other person, then grab the person out of the corner and still or gentle them.” *Nynaeve makes a spooky face as she finishes her tale*
“Oh man, that was really scary!” *Egwene looks around, as if for the Black Ajah creeping up on them*
“Well, we had better go to bed now, we have a long day of hiking ahead of us.” *Moiraine puts out fire with a bucket of water* *Came’ra is turned off*

*Came’ra is turned on inside the tent in the midle of the night**A strange noise is heard in the background, a thumping sort of thing*
“Oh Light, what is that?” *Came’ra is shakily turned towards Egwene’s chalk-white face* “It’s the Black Ajah, I know it! Oh Light, oh Light, oh Light, oh Light, oh-”*SMACK! A hand (which we all may assume is definitely Nynaeve’s) connects with Egwene’s face, shutting her up*
“Oh thanks, Nynaeve, I really needed that.” *Egwene looks shaken*
*Came’ra is taken outside the tent, trying to find the source of the sound*
“Oh Light! Come and look at this!” *Moiraine shouts, pointing at an object on the ground. The noises have abruptly stopped and Nynaeve and Egwene (with came’ra) run over. They all crowd around something on the ground*
*Camera zooms in shakily to a pile of ter’angreal with a stick figure on top of it*
“Oh Light, what is that?” Nynaeve’s knuckles turn white from gripping her braid*
“It looks like some sort of ter’angreal. I’ll channel into it.” *Egwene embraces saidar and channels into the ter’angreal. As she does, the stick figure jumps up and does a dance, pointing straight at Egwene*
“How cute.” *Egwene laughs shakily at the little stick figure dancing, then notices it is pointing straight at her* “Why is it pointing at me? Oh Light, why?” *Came’ra is turned off*

*Came’ra is focused on Moiraine and Nynaeve, who are preparing to hike some more*
“Well, Moiraine, get out the map and we can be on our way.” *Nynaeve says impatiently*
“Ok, which one of you took it? Egwene? Nynaeve? Which one of you took the map?” *Moiraine puts her hands on her hips*
“I didn’t!” *Egwene says from behind the came’ra*
“Well I certainly didn’t. Why are you accusing ME? You bloody well could have lost it yourself! You flaming act like you never do anything wrong!” *Nynaeve has a firm grip on her braid, and is staring accusingly at Moiraine*
“Well, I’m pretty sure I know where we’re going, so we should head South. The way we’ve been going this whole time.” *Moiraine begins to walk South, and Nynaeve follows her. Came’ra is turned off*

*Came’ra is turned on in a small clearing, where the women have stopped to take a break*
“Oh I do wish we had that map!” *Moiraine is obviously angry* “We could have made much better time! We could be in the center of the woods by now! We could-”
“Oh give it a flaming rest!” *Nynaeve throws up her hands in disgust* “I kicked the bloody map into the creek, okay? It wasn’t doing us any flaming good! The bloody thing was a woolheaded fool! There! Now you know where your flaming map is!” *Nynaeve sits on a stump, arms folded beneath her breasts*
“You kicked the map into the creek.” *Moiriane is cooly calm* “You kicked the only way to get us out of the woods into the creek. It’s okay, we can stay calm. Just stay calm, it’ll be alright…I’LL BALEFIRE YOU YOU FLAMING B*TCH!!! YOU KICKED OUR MAP INTO THE CREEK! YOU BLOODY GOAT-KISSING TROLLOC, I’LL BALEFIRE YOU GOOD!” *Moiraine chases Nynaeve into the woods. The came’ra is turned off*

*The came’ra focuses in on a tent in the woods, where the women are preparing for bed. Nynaeve and Moiraine obviously aren’t speaking to eachother. Suddenly Nynaeve stands up*
“I’m going to sleep. Goodnight.” *She walks into the tent*
“We had better get some sleep, Egwene. We have a long day ahead of us. We need to head back out of the woods.” *Moiraine enters the tent* *The came’ra is turned off*

“Egwene? Egwene? EGWENE?” *The came’ra focuses in on Nynaeve searching frantically for Egwene*
“EGWENE WHERE ARE YOU???” *Moiraine bellows from behind the came’ra*
“We promised we’d never go out of earshot!” *Nynaeve looks into the woods* *Came’ra is turned off*

*Came’ra faces a dissheveled Moiraine’s eyes and nose up close. She has been crying*
“I just want to apologize to Lan, and Gawyn, because no matter what Nynaeve says, this is my fault, because it was my project. I’m so sorry. *A large teardrop hangs on the end of Moiraine’s nose* I love you, Thom, and Lan, Nynaeve loves you so much. I’m so scared. We’re going to die out here. What-oh Light! OH LIGHT THEY’RE COMING!” *Came’ra is picked up and is obviously being held while the person filming is running. Nynaeve is ahead, her braid flying behind her. The two women are screaming at the top of their lungs*
“I think they’re gone now.” *Nynaeve looks more scared then we’ve ever seen her* *Came’ra is turned off*

MEANWHILE:

*Lefty strolls through the woods, suddenly coming across a clearing full of strange twisted stick men. He picks one up*
“Cool! A voodoo doll!” *He sticks a pin in one* “AAAGGGH!! I’m bleeding!” *Lefty holds a wound in his stomach, then gets angry and sets the stick fogure on fire* “AAAAA I’M BURNING! LIGHT, NO! DAMN VOODOO DOLL! AAAAAAAAAAAA!!”
*Lefty falls dead to the ground, smoldering*

*Came’ra is turned on, facing a small shack in the dead of night* “Look, a house! Come on Moiraine! We can find shelter there!” *Perrin and Faile appear in the door*
“Perrin! Faile! The Black Ajah is after us, and Egwene is gone, and, and, oh Light we’re so scared!” *Nynaeve runs into the house, as does Moiraine who is holding the came’ra. Suddenly screams come from inside the house. They sound like Egwene*
“Oh Light! Egwene!” *Moiraine, Faile, and Nynaeve run down the stairs, followed by Perrin who now holds the came’ra* *They see handprints on the walls, then enter the basement. The women’s screams grow louder, then the came’ra is dropped, and goes off*

*Came’ra is turned on by an unknown person, who is slowly walking down the stairs of the house. They turn, and enter the basement. Suddenly the came’ra turns on Perrin, who is standing in the corner*
“No Perrin! Don’t get away from the corner! NO! STOP! AAAAAAA!!” *WE hear the tortured screams of the three women, then all is silent, except for a small trickle, as if water was running.* “Ahhh…..That’s better! Wow, I really had to pee!” *Perrin stands, leaning on one hand, which is against the wall. You know where the other one is….*
*One last scream, and the came’ra is turned off*