The third in a series inspired by Evamarie and her tribe of Warders. Those warders who have assumed the names of fictional characters may be ascribed their fictional attributes, no offense is intended.

Evamarie entered the waiting room of Second Age Psychiatry, walking carefully in her stylish Domani dress. Mordeth was sitting on a couch at the end of the room. Several Domani nobility were scattered across the room reading the kaffee table magazines. The room was very tastefully decorated with lovely porcelains but some graffiti had been scribbled on one of the walls. She went over to inspect it. It looked like it was written in blood :

Blood feeds blood. Coke calls Coke. Pepsi is, Pepsi was, and Pepsi shall ever be.

The Counseler of the Dark, she prescribes again. The ancient practice, she yet plies. Who shall listen to her drivel? Caleyna came to the fountains of the ABSFA. The Tainted One waited across the water. Rhodric drank the Coke. Fourteen shall enter. But the second Chosen shall go free.

Blood feeds blood. Coke calls Coke. Pepsi is, Pepsi was, and Pepsi shall ever be.

Evamarie gave Mordeth a cross look, "Mordy, have you been writing Dark Prophecy again?" He put down a copy of Darkfriend's Journal. "No, Eva, I swear it wasn't me." She sat down next to him and looked at the nobleman on the other end of the couch. Surprised, she recognized him and put on her fifth cutest smile, "Why Lord Ituralde, so nice to see you! What ever have you been doing lately?" The be-moustached general opened his mouth to reply, but a chime sounded just then. She looked up to see the secretary, a very handsome and very underdressed man, ringing a silver chime. "Mordeth Gaidin and Evamarie Sedai?" he called out.

The very beautiful (but slightly plump) Lady Basene ushered them in and bade them sit on a couch. "Please make yourselves comfortable. Now I'll be charging this visit to your White Tower Health Plan. Is that correct? Very good. Let's get right to business. Mr. Mordeth, I understand that you are having difficulty with relationships because of some paranoia. A sense that everyone is out to get you? Where do you think this started ?"

Mordeth plunged right in, "Well, it all started with my childhood. I was the seventh of thirteen children. My parents always said I was an accident. You know how bad middle children have it! ..."
Mordeth droned on and on. Evamarie passed the time trying to peer at the secretary in the adjacent room, but eventually started yawning and fell asleep. After almost an hour, Mordeth got to, 'Those myrddraal were never polite to me! Then I went to Shayol Ghul with its miserable weather and those REALLY annoying stalagtites. The Dark One made me into a hound to sniff after Rand al'Thor. Boy, was that irritating! I constantly feel where that idiot ta'veren is. Now he's hopping all over the world." Lady Basene checked the hourglass, "Well, I think I've heard enough, let's get to the treatment. Wake up, dear!"

Evamarie popped awake and Mordeth said, "But wait, I think I'm all over that now. Since Evamarie bonded me, I've just had one problem. I feel like I can't have her to myself. There is always some other Warder coming between us. And she flirts constantly! It just makes me feel so insecure about our relationship! That's the problem that I want to address."

Lady Basene said, "I can address that problem easily. You should bring your other warder in next, dear. Now watch closely, Evamarie." She wove that patented triple-strength Compulsion. Mordeth looked at her wide-eyed with utter adoration and a little drool coming down his chin. Evamarie inspected him, "I don't know, that seems like cheating? Do you really think its necessary? And he should be looking at me that way, not you!"

"You can do it on him also, later. Let's bring in that other Warder of yours." Evamarie made a little 'needy' feeling in her head so that all the gaidin would come running. Seconds later, the door burst in and Warders piled in the room. Lady Basene stepped back and gave a gasp as all thirteen finally entered. "Why dear! You are a woman after my own heart! Look at all these men! You even have thirteen. Just like your own set of Chosen. How marvelous! Let's see what we can do with these guys."

Lady Basene looked closely at Thom's face. She moved his chin from side to side studying the vapid look of worship that he was giving Eva. "Amazing dear, you must have a natural Talent for my kind of tricks! I can't do anymore with this one than you've already done." They moved down the line to Kheltan. Evamarie confided, "I've been having some insubordination problems with this one." Lady Basene, "No problem, watch closely." She started a weaving but didn't have room in the overcrowded office. She glared at Mordeth, "You. Hounddog! I'm done with you. Out of the room!" Mordeth abased himself and replied, "At once, Great Mistress of the Dark". Evamarie gasped, astonished 'Great Mistress of ..." and reached for saidar. But Graendal was faster. She sent weaves of Compulsion all over the room and in a split second only worshipful gazes were to be seen on Evamarie and all of the gaidin. "Ha ha ha! The Chosen are always the strongest! Half-trained children and their pets are no match for me." She continued appraising her catch. "Well, some of them are up to my standards, and I'll find some use for the others." She stopped and looked smileyman, "Nice smile". Gholam was the last one that she looked at. He was grinning but didn't look very worshipful. She frowned and started counting her Compulsion weavings. Suddenly, Gholam seized and began shaking her rapidly. Graendal lost saidar and the Compulsions fell away. Evamarie and her Warders quickly had her shielded, tied up and gagged.

Evamarie asked Mordeth, "Why didn't you warn us?" He replied, "I was getting tired of everyone saying I'm paranoid. So I thought that I'd keep my mouth shut."

Stresa piped up, 'I'm afraid that we have to let her go." Evamarie said "What! No way! We can't let a Forsaken go! Are you crazy?" Stresa continued "that was Dark Prophecy out there. We are the fourteen and she is the second Chosen. We have to let her go or the Prophecy won't be fulfilled."

Ash said, "So what? Do we have to fulfill every idiotic prophecy we read? Let's turn her in!"

Smileyman broke in, "We have to follow the Prophecy or the Pattern will drift from the Wheel. There will be awful consequences! All of creation might be undone. Or worse yet, the series might never end!"

Aram added, 'I think the Pattern will rip and the broken threads will whip us like giant pieces of pasta." Regretfully they all decided to let her go and not disturb the Pattern.
 
 -Raolin Darksbane