An old, old man walks in the meeting hall. He sits in his chair and leans back. Sighing, he remembers the days in which he was the Creator, the head honcho, the crème de la crème. Now he was just old. He wondered if there would ever be a chance to see them all again. He picked up his cell phone, and dialed Perrin’s number . . .

Within a month, the old man was back in the meeting hall, only this time he was very, very nervous. He hadn’t seen them all in so long, could they notice his toupee? Or that 30 years will put the pounds on? He hoped not, then remembered that they were all about as old as him, well, maybe about 20 years younger, except for Loial, anyway, it didn’t matter how he looked, just that they were all seeing each other again.

The door opened, interrupting Robert Jordan’s thoughts, and in walked a middle-aged man, tall with broad shoulders and thinning hair. He looked like a normal man, save the fact that his eyes were bright golden yellow. On his arm was a fairly short woman, with dark hair and eyes. Next to her walked a young woman, as striking as the sun with dark hair, but a hint of gold in her eyes.
“Perrin!” Robert walked toward his old friend and hugged him warmly. “Faile! You are still as beautiful as when you were young.” The woman glared at him.
“Young? Are you implying, sir, that I am old?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Why of course not! I simply meant that you haven’t changed a bit!” He lied, ignoring her obvious osteoporosis. Milk had been scarce in Randland. “And who is this young woman?” He asked, indicating the girl.
“Robert, I’d like to introduce you to my daughter, Hopper.” The girl smiled as though her name wasn’t so stupid.
“Hopper.” Robert tried not to laugh. “Child, what in the Light did you do to bring this name upon yourself?”
Perrin brought himself up tall. “She was named after an old, old, friend.” Robert decided to end the conversation there.

Within the hour, more people showed up. Friends of long ago. There was Egwene with her husband Gawyn, even though he had a slight limp from fighting too many battles, they had a child that they called Amys, after a teacher of Egwene’s.
Lan and Nynaeve were there, Lan as strong and tall as ever, but had a receding hairline, and Nynaeve, with a long braid slung over her shoulder and a crooked neck from tugging her braid in one direction all those years. She also had a bre’a’thing t’ube, she had trouble breathing after all that sniffing. Other than that, she was the same as ever! She and Lan had a son. The parents could not decide on a name, so they had an . . . interesting way of choosing: The first words to come out of Nynaeve’s mouth after the birth would be the name of the child. Unfortunately, the midwife had almost dropped the baby at birth, so Nynaeve’s son was named “Goat Kissing Fool.” He had decided to skip the reunion.
Mat was there, TDot9M had skipped, she didn’t like showing her face in public, but he brought his daughter, the Grand-Daughter of the Nine Moons, who was as beautiful as the morning. Unfortunately, any young man who went near her (Berelain and Galad’s son tried-he had his father’s looks and his mother’s forwardness) was hit with a quarterstaff-Mat didn’t let any young man near his daughter! If she protested, he would simply say “There are too many men who just think about women and money. You’re lucky to have a father like me, to keep them away from you!”

RJ cleared his throat. “Ahem! Alright, everyone, I have here in my hands the script for “WOT Reunion” and now we are to have a read through.” Scripts were handed out, reading glasses were put on, and the reading began.
Moiraine: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII’MMMMMMMM BAAAAAAA-AAACK!!! (Aw damnit, Rob, couldn’t you think of a better line than that????)
Thom: Moiraine, I saved you! Now we can have as good a time as we did in Deceptions! Let’s run off together!
Morgase: Not so fast, Thom Merrilin.
Thom: *gasp* Morgase!!
Moiraine: oh crap
Morgase: well well well Thom, moved on already! I’m here battling over lost love and you’ve fallen for an Aes Sedai!!!
Thom: well at least I didn’t fall in love with one of the Forsaken!
Moiraine: gotta go *runs off, leaving Thom and Morgase glaring at each other*

Elayne, Min, and Avi: Rand, stop trying to eat that tree and come over here! Don’t you realize that having 3 wives could be so great?
Rand: *daydreams, watching Elayne, Avi, and Min chopping wood, digging holes, and plowing fields. He is laying in a hammock watching them. (If anyone has seen The Simpsons, they’ll remember this)* Chop Chop Dig Dig Plow Plow Chop Chop Dig Dig Plow Plow Chop Chop Dig Dig Plow Plow……
Min: We could do so, much more for you, Rand…
Rand: I hear chopping and digging, but I don’t hear plowing….
Min: *sigh* Hold on, Rob, what the Hell kind of script is this???
RJ: Min, I'm over 70.
Min: so?
RJ: look, just read, ok?

Enjoy! There may be more....
Love, Nyn

WOT - The Reunion 2

I don't know if I'm obsessed or crazy. I'd probably say a little bit of both. Anyway, I believe that posting these little humor posts is a way of expressing creativity. I just want to tell each any every one of you that you *ARE* a unique and individual person, no matter what anyone says. You can do anything you want to do. You can be anything you want to be. You can-*is suddenly squashed by a giant Monty Python-sized foot* *in walks Nyn*
Nyn: sorry about that! ok-on with the post
WOT Reunion-Part 2!
RJ: now then. so far, we have discovered Rand's 3 wives, and Moiraine is back. whoop de doo. now anyway, on to chapter 5, where....*suddenly has a heart attack*
Nynaeve: oh no! a heart attack! I'll Heal you!
Lan: um, Nyn, darling, he's dead.
Nynaeve: well of course I knew that! I'm not a woolheaded fool! *sniffs*
Lan: will you stop bloody sniffing at me????????
Nynaeve: *aghast* how dare you speak to me like that!
Lan: *suddenly has a light in his eyes that hasn't been there since he was a youngin* Moi-Moiraine?
Moiraine: *walks in and looks at Lan* Lan?
Nynaeve: well now that you've shown each other that you can still remember things...
Lan: Where have you been?
Moiraine: standing right here.
Lan: oh yeah! sorry, forgot my Ginko. I always bloody forget where I put my medicine that helos me with my memory! *chuckles to himself*
RJ: now where were we?
Nynaeve: hey! you're dead!
RJ: no, i was sleeping! geez, don't you Aes Sedai ever take a pulse?
Nynaeve: *glares at Lan* sorry
RJ: anyway, on with the reading

Perrin is standing on a tall mountain top, hammer at his side. Perrin: where am I? *looks around* *sees a sign that reads "Welcome to Tel'aran'rhiod"* oh. ok i know where i am now.
Hopper: young bull...
Perrin: hey hopper
Hopper: young bull...
Perrin: yes?
Hopper: young bull....I am....
Perrin: you are what?
Hopper: young bull....I am....your father...
Perrin: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! *swings his hand in front of his face, and Hopper bites it off* Ow! Dad, what the hell did you do *that* for??? Hopper: sorry young bull, instinct

Enjoy!
Nyn