The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages dodge it quickly, leaving memories to be run down, becoming legend. When legend is run down again, it fades to myth and even the myth can be squashed further until it disappears into nothing, long forgotten when the next Age is spotted by the Young Wheel.

Wheel: Take that, you silly Ages! That’ll teach you!

Wind: Hey! You missed my bit!

*the Not-So-Great-Yet Serpent enters, chasing its tail crazily. It has been chasing its tail since birth, but has never quite succeeded at catching it.*

Wheel: Why are you doing that, Snake?

*the Serpent doesn’t answer. Instead, it tries even harder to catch its tail. Then, in a moment when time seems to slow, it succeeds*

Serpent: Mmmmmggggffffffhhhhhsssssssswwwwwwppppppkkkjjjjjjjllllll!!!!!!!!!!!! (Translation: Ouch. That really hurt. Hey, my fangs are stuck. I can’t get loose. I’m going to be stuck like this forever. Help. It looks like mummy wasn’t joking when she said that if you chase your own tail you’ll stay like that forever. I wonder if I can use this to my advantage. Maybe if I say that it symbolises something stupid like eternity…)

Wind: Can we get on with it? I was saying, ‘Hey! You missed my bit!’

Wheel: Oh yes – the story. Let’s see; ‘You’re nothing but a breeze. Why should you get a part at all? My daddy, the Carpenter of Ages, told me that I’m special!’ *beams*

Wind: You? Special? Ha! I’m going to grow up to travel the world. I’m going to greatly annoy lots of people and be in the start of almost every humor post as well as every WoT book.

Wheel: Well, I’m gonna have the WoT series named after me! Beat that!

Weaver of the Pattern: Children, stop arguing. Talissa has a post to write. She has no time for your arguments. You’re both special.

Wheel and Wind at once: See, she said that I’m special! … She said you’re special? … Hey! Stop copying me … Only if you stop copying me! … Copy hen from Cairhien! *turn around and pout*

Weaver: *clears her throat and then watches as the two resume their places* That’s better. *resumes her weaving*

Over one dodging Age, yet to be given a proper name, but known by its friends as Leggy and its parents as Dwayne, an Age yet to come into the outside world, a wind rose in Deity’s Crèche. The wind was not the beginning, but it was damn close! It blew across the crèche, past Aphrael, Lord Foul, Aldur, Torak, Cthulu, Cyrgon, Belar, Nedra, Mara, Issa, Azah (Author’s Note: Thanks to everyone who helped me compile that list) and countless other young deities until it reached its destination, a pair of deities, one as pure as light itself and the other as tainted as pure darkness.

Dark One: GIVE ME MY BALL! IT’S MINE!

Creator: No! I made it! If you want a ball, make it yourself!

DO: YOU DID NOT MAKE IT! YOU STOLE IT! GIVE IT BACK!

Creator: No wonder they’re going to call you the Father of Lies when you’re older. You started lying at an early age.

DO: THAT’S JUST LIKE YOU, ISN’T IT? YOU ACT ALL HIGH AND MIGHTY JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE GOING TO BE THE CREATOR. I THINK IT’S DISCRIMINATION. WHY IS THE CREATOR ALWAYS SEEN AS THE GOOD GUY?

Creator: Because I am the good guy, stupid.

DO: I AM NOT STUPID! YOU ARE!

Creator: Am not.

DO: ARE SO.

Creator: Am not.

DO: ARE SO.

Creator: Am not.

DO: AM NOT.

Creator: Are so. Hey! You tricked me!

DO: *shrugs* I’M GETTING SICK OF THIS GAME. WHY DON’T WE PLAY A NEW GAME?

Creator: How about I Create a game called ‘Tarmon Gai’don’? We need to battle each other countless times and try to win and there’s no point to it at all because it never ends.

DO: SOUNDS LIKE FUN…

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In an Age called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, the same Wind rose and blew over the same Dark One, who, due to the turning of the same Wheel and the weaving of the same Weaver, is once again a prisoner of the same Creator. He has nothing better to do than to remember his youth…

DO: *sighs* WHY DID I AGREE TO THAT GAME? IF I HADN’T, I WOULDN’T HAVE TO BE A PRISONER SO MANY TIMES. IT’S JUST LIKE THAT CONNIVING CREATOR TO DO THIS, ISN’T IT? OH WELL. I’LL REPAY HIM SOON ENOUGH. I’LL WIN THIS TIME, I KNOW IT!

~Talissa Sedai