Fan-fic: Asha'man Side Story: Tales of Randland (since the land doesn't have a name)

[Teh EkwEE]

Chapter 1
(This may get a bit violent....)

Demiere stared out into the deep rolling plains of grass that made up the border to Arad Doman and Tarabon. This area had long been in conflict due to its continuancy on both sides of the border. Demiere wiped his stark, raven hair out of azure eyes, gleaming, in the summer sun. He'd been away from the Black Tower for four months now. And it was not something he'd been amniable about. He was ordered here. Along with two fello Ash'aman: Both Borderlanders, like himself. Azaray was Kandori to the bone, with the two long, dark brown, braids going down his back, full of bells. They ringed whenever he walked, and to Demiere, may just to him, it got annoying after a while. And then there was Shardin, a Fal Daran, complete with topnot and battle scars. He was one of the older channelers at the Black Tower, being almost 30. All of them shared a hate of the Shadow and Shadowspawn in general, which is why they all decided to go to the Black Tower in the first place. Being Borderlanders, they all had fought in skirmishes with Fists of Trollocs along the Blight, and had lost loveones to it. Demiere smiled in a way that did not betray amusement. Looking at the other two he spoke, "We've not found any who can channel in a while, do you think we could go back now? Or would we be lynched for 'abandoment of duty'?"
Shardin laughed, his face sundarkened and lined, "Oh I think we'd be bloodly beaten, or murdered with saidin before lynched. We've not yet met our quota, of course, how could we without any bloody people around? It's a joke that they bloody put us out here. The only bloody action we've seen, are those Light forsaken Seanchan, and murdering their captive channelers has been less than bloody exciting."
Azaray stood and look at Shardin in reproval, "Honestly, do you talk to your mother with that mouth?" Shardin blushed but then mumbled something under his breath. Demiere snapped his fingers and ordered them to stop fighting or he'd report them to Logain. This made both men blush and turn away, and he couldn't help but laugh. Although Demiere was younger than both these men, only sixteen, they both deffered to him as their leader, and indeed they were only middling strength in the Power, and he was one of the strongest alive at the moment. He would rival the Dragon Reborn, Taim, and even Logain. But he knew his place, he was a soldier and preffered it that way. Looking out over the plains Demiere stood, his native Saldean eyes slanted and his strong prominent nose designated him as such. Standing and looking out over the golden oceans once more. Demiere snapped his fingers and he felt Azaray seize saidin, and felt his weave as wove a Gateway. He knew what his companion would be feeling, the fight for life that made saidin life itself. Torrent storms of fire and ice. He was tempted to do it himself. But for just weaving a Gateway was pointless. In front of him a line of silvery light appearned in the air as it expanded showing a veritcal hole into a forest, cutting the grass around them as it reached it's full height. Walking through, the summer afternoon sun gleaming one last time off the two pins on their collars. The silver Sword, and the Dragon, laquered in red and gold enamel that designated their rank: Asha'man

(This is end of section one, not chapter one so......tell me, what do you think?)