Well I decided to repost this when more then one wanted part 1

C&C and all that other stuff welcomed

Standard Disclaimer:  All characters portrayed in this story are the
property of their respective creators and companies. (Especially Tor
since it's pratically right in my backyard.) If anything I'm only promoting
the series.

If you haven't and would like to, read:
Eye of the World
The Great Hunt
The Dragon Reborn
The Shadow Raising
The Fires of Heaven
The Lord of Chaos
The Crown of Swords
	By Robert Jordan

Warning: Beware of falling grades or screaming bosses if not careful. May put
the thought of stalking Robert Jordan in your mind.

Since so far the setting is in Wheel of Time you might have to guess some
stuff if you're a bit rusty or never read wheel of time.

                                  My BAKA Gaidin
                        Wheel of Time (Crown of swords)
                                Ranma 1/2
Keys
*(thoughts)*

Prologue

	Spanning the stars of the night, flows of energy weave into its target.
Inside a tent lay a woman, young compared to her real age. Shifting
uncomfortably back and forth, she wasn�t in the best of moods by the
reflection on her face. Dreams can do that to you. A person�s dreams is often
a pleasurable experience though confusing, but sometimes like now, it is down
right horrifying. Those are referred to as nightmares.

	Gleemen have told for the longest time that there is no worst sight then the
eyes of a myrddraal, a fade, known by many names and as they say, to look into
the eyes of a fade is to know fear. Siuan Sanche, known for her recent
dethroning as the Amyrlin had done little better then anyone else. The cold,
utter hatred stare of a fade is as terrifying as the first time it was
experienced, Aes Sedai or not.

	The fade moved with uncommon grace, slipping into the blackness of the
surrounding scenery. It seemed to phase in and out of view every so often,
blending in completely with the darkness, but not long enough to know it was
still there. With a cloak of pure darkness that never moved, it kept moving
towards her, never wavering, staring with those soulless eyes. It had an
exposed blade out, a wicked blade as dark as everything else on the
shadowspawn, but the outline of the blade was always clearly visible striking
fear into its victim.

	Siuan was not inexperienced, she knew what to do in the face of a
shadowspawn, but given the situation, panic flowed through her and she took a
step back, then another, and another. Finally some sense had gotten back to
her, she tried to use her powers, quickly if not fumbling in doing so, weaving
a barrier of air to hold the fade; power that flowed through her with all its
sweetness and pleasure just to wrap herself in it. She made the weaves of air
as thick as she could manage to contain the fade. Still the fade seemed
effected little if none at all. From Siuan�s point of view it had almost seem
to smile at her feeble attempt.

	Reevaluating her efforts, Siuan deposed of the idea of air and opted quickly
with fire. Channeling with all of her strength, a bright stream of fire flew
from her hands at the shadowspawn as she shouted, "Die!" To her fear the fire
trickled down and vanished in front of the fade as if some invisible barrier
just squelched the stream. Siuan�s eyes widened, and mentally cursed to the unknown.

	The fade seemed to slow down, but little else was done as the storm of fire
continued to flow towards it. *How can this be happening, my power isn�t what
it was but it should have died. Died!* Siuan took a step back trying to
compensate for the fade�s forward motion, never letting up the blazing hot
fire. Renewed panic and fear struck her with vengeance as the situation
rapidly spun out of control. *Stay back! Die, burn you, DIE!*

	On the other side of the pitch black plane, if you can call it that, was of
little better scene. A young boy faced off his latest opponent. Ranma Saotome
of the �Anything Goes Martial Arts� was doing badly in his fight with the
black cloaked thing. It was more like a struggle then a fight as it currently
had a firm iron grip on him. He kicked and fought, but that had done little to
free himself. What frightened him most was the deathly stare of the creature,
but being Ranma Saotome he had worst. Normal men, even abnormal men, would
cringe at the sight of a fade�s stare, but Ranma while still frightened had
worst then the creature ever could produce, namely Akane�s cooking smelled,
tasted, looked, and probably was more dangerous then the creature could be.
But that wouldn�t matter now, he clenched his teeth putting all his strength
to release the hold from his opponent. *I�m not gonna loose to a thing like
you! LET me go, damn you!*

	Siuan's efforts were having ill effects on her. She was channeling with every
bit of strength she can manage and beyond that. Her hold on the One Power was
weakening. The strand of power that connected her to Sadiar was strung high.
Slowly it was breaking apart, but that hadn�t mattered as much as what was
still coming toward her. Then it broke; the strain of her channeling broke it
apart. The connection to the One Power snapped like a string holding a mad
horse. All thoughts were forgotten. Siuan desperately tried to latch on to the
fleeing string of power that was flying away. *No, NO, not this, NO! *
Fumbling hopelessly, it was like holding on to a squirming wet kingfish, with
no avail. 

	Ranma�s sight was starting to blur. His strength was gradually decreasing.
The grip of the creature had gotten tighter and tighter. It was squeezing the
life out of him. Then on the corner of his eye something appeared, a tint of
light, like a rope of some sort. Desperately he tried to reach for it. *Come
on, Ranma Saotome never gives up!*

	Siuan would have dubbed the situation "Slipped off the boat and trying to get
back on" if she had that luxury. Grabbing the strand that gave her to ability
to channel was the only thought on her mind. Every time she thought she had
it, it just wriggled right out. In a final attempt she mentally stretched with
all her might and grabbed it...it seemed to grab her also.

	Ranma finally got a grip on the light rope that he had seen before, it almost
seemed to leap at him for some reason and pulled. *Got it!*

	Siuan pulled and pulled, it almost seemed like a hand now and with that she
lifted her self towards it. An image seemed to form from the strand, almost
like a body...a male body. *What the...*

				< OH MY! >

	Siuan�s eyes shot awake. Sweat covered her face and likely the rest of her
body. She quickly sat upright, the only thought on her mind was... *It was a
dream, all a dream... It was so real... it�was a nightmare. * The last thought
almost felt like a relief.  Cursing herself for unknown reasons, she went into
deep thought of what it meant. *My stilling, the stilling was probably why I
had the nightmare. The fear that I would lose my powers again... Burn you
Elaida!* Her rage quickly died out as new emotions seemed to slip into her
mind. It was much like her own, but the feeling wasn�t the same, it was
different. She couldn�t describe it, it was odd and it also pointed in a
particular direction.

	Ranma awoke with frenzy. *A nightmare...* He was confused as anyone else that
just had a nightmare. It was a vivid dream, but not all that uncommon when you
were Ranma Saotome, nightmares and real life weren�t all that different. He
soon shrugged off as being another �Someone is going to kill you� nightmare
and looked at his surroundings. *Funny, the forest looked different from
yesterday.* Some of the more obvious things were that it seemed much hotter
then last night and the leaves were withered on the trees. But those thoughts
quickly subsided with new ones, very faint, something unfamiliar to him. He
seemed to look off into a direction, something was there, but again it had
been hampered with greater thoughts of food. *Man I�m hungry.*

	In some unknown place a figure stood glazing over the distance and appears to
be in deep thought. *My plans seems to be going nicely.* As almost always
these events seemed to be the doings of some being and their plans. *They
should make a good match up, though I have to admit there are better choices
then Ranma in this world. Besides the fact that I�m Pro Ranma (just have to
love him), he does have some of the qualifications for the job. Now to
continue with my plans.* Though the figure had done all this, it really didn�t
have further plans or have any experience with this type of stuff, but you
have to start somewhere. *Oh, this is going to be fun* and with that last
thought it opened a portal and disappeared.

			End Prologue

Chapter 1

	The blazing morning sun shone into the sky over a withering forest. A boy sat
in deep thoughts all the while searching his faithful backpack for a filling
breakfast. He looked about seventeen, black hair, tied in a pigtail. He was a
very handsome boy with crystal blue eyes and of course with the build of a
martial artist. Ranma Saotome was confused. Everything felt so weird, but then
lately everything was confusing. Recent events had turned his already confused
life even more confusing. He had been shunned out, not that it hasn�t happened
before, but it wasn�t serious last time. It had been pondered over many times
before and now it seemed little more then a nagging memory. "I�m running a bit
low," he muttered, noticing his food supply was vanishing. *I wonder how much
money I still have left.*

	Breakfast was pretty good to a starving Ranma, given his talent for cooking.
He would turn someone into a pulp if that someone ever mentions it though.
With stomach filled, he became more aware of his other thoughts and feelings.
The first was where was he. *This can�t be the same place I was last night.*
The whole place felt weird to say the least. Withered trees were everywhere,
dried and wrinkled. The land seemed not to have rained in months and with the
heat to match it. It was not a pretty sight.

	The second thought puzzled Ranma to no end. He felt other emotions different
from his own, like it was not his.  It was a faint. Confusion seemed to be the
strongest he felt. The origin of the emotions pointed in the direction he was
now facing. *There is probably a reasonable explanation for this. Like going
back in time or some wizard sending me somewhere because Pop ate his dinner or
something.* With a sigh, Ranma went in that direction.

				< OH MY! >

	Siuan Sanche had been the youngest Amyrlin to have ever lived, or at least in
the tower with the present one was even younger. Her life had been stood on
its head ever since that meeting with the Dragon Reborn. Many things changed
besides her now youthful face. She had been the most powerful Aes Sedai to now
one of the lowest, the highest in rank and back down. The first woman to be
cured of stilling that anyone every heard of.	

	Siuan thought she had faced everything that the pattern can weave her into,
but again something new and unheard of wiggles right to her. Her thoughts and
emotions were in turmoil. She felt something that wasn�t possible. To have
felt a bonded man that had been long dead was unheard of. *Alric� it can�t
be�* Alric, Siuan�s warder, long dead when she had been dethroned. She had
seen him die, felt him die, and cried many nights for that.

	"He�s dead, it can�t be�" wide eyed, she spoke softly to herself. 	*I can�t
be feeling him, could I? Maybe�no� there was no other I could have bonded
with. But he�s dead!* She was sure of her memories at least, there was no
knowledge of her bonding with another man since that day. *Maybe it was an
effect of being stilled and brought back. No it can�t be�can it?* Siuan tried
to think, there had to be some explanation to this. *Leane! She would have
felt something too.* Leane, her keeper and companion for many years, she was
the only person to share the experience of being stilled and brought back. If
anyone had felt what she felt it would have to be Leane. Barely getting dress,
she scurried out the tent opening seeking for answers. 

	Leane and Siuan, former Keeper and Amyrlin Seat, had a plan to pretend to
hate each other but that was far from Siuan�s mind right now. Dodging past
women, she felt worried to no end, but decades of Aes Sedai taught her to
better mask that. Deep in her own worries, Siuan almost ran over a body, when
it hit her. In front of her was the youngest Amyrlin to have lived, complete
with the seven colors of the Amyrlin�s stole. "Mother," mentally and
physically, she calmed herself all while mentally giving herself a good kick
in the bottom for being so childish.

	"Is something the matter Siuan? You seemed worried to the point of running me
over," Egwene, now Amyrlin looked at her. Siuan�s tutoring had made Egwene act
at least like the Amyrlin despite her youthful face.

	"Nothing is the matter, Mother," Siuan calmly replied with Aes Sedai
serenity. *Nothing much just my dead warder coming back to haunt me! Maybe I�m
going crazy.*  "I�m going to Leane to ask her something, do you know where she
might be Mother?" Her face never wavered, giving no sign of her emotions, but
Egwene knew better.

	Egwene blinked and quickly leaned closer to Siuan. "Is something really the
matter? You two are not to be seen with each other." Her voice lowered to a
whisper. Aes Sedai could not lie. They could make truth stand on its head, but
Siuan was an exception. Another secret effect of stilling. *Well I will find
out later�* "I have something to speak to you, daughter." She motioned Siuan
to follow her into the tent.

	"I just got this last night," Egwene pulled out a folded letter, "it�s from a
message from our group. They ask for you Siuan, want you to go to Caemlyn.
There was no reason mentioned." Taking a breath to ready herself; Egwene
continued, "Siuan I have no idea what this means. Do they have some intention
for you or is this all a trick� maybe Moghedien is� I don�t know Siuan."

	Moghedien, one of the female forsaken, even the mention of such a name would
put fear in the bravest. Recently she had been captured and had been made to
do countless things that would call out for revenge, now that she was loose.
She had four targets and two of them were Siuan and Egwene.
 
	Siuan face was featureless, while she calmly listened to all this. "I know
nothing that could pull me to Caemlyn. It�s up to you, mother." *Caemlyn, why
in the light must I go there?*

	"All the same Siuan, I need you here. I will see if anymore information
comes. Be careful Siuan, if it�s Moghedien�" Egwene�s voice trailed off not
needing to explain further. 

	Little things needed to be discussed more and Siuan left in search of Leane.
*First Alric and now Caemlyn, could this be Moghedien�s revenge?* Things
always get more confusing for Siuan in the time of the Dragon Reborn.

				< OH MY! >

	In the streets of Caemlyn, Ranma was quite annoyed. The whole way here, there
was not a drop of water on the road. That was except the splash of water on
the now her. When he went up to a guy in a wagon asking for directions, the
guy accidentally spilled his water bag on him. The guy fainted of course, but
luckily he had told him there was a city near by at the end of the road. Then
in the city, the now female Ranma, found out something or someone had
transported her to a different time or a different place. *This does not look
like Japan even if it�s a different time.* 

	Ranma thought she was in a pretty bad situation. *At least I speak the
language.* He shuddered with the thought of the many times how the lack of
communication led to big headaches. The place looked like some western movie
with knights in shinning armor and stuff, obvious with all the guards around,
and the large palace that he could see even before he reached the gates.

	Looking around, Ranma tried to loosen up a little. *It�s not all that bad,
not like I got anywhere to go anytime soon.* Still she wanted to go back to
the world she had slept in yesterday. *First thing to do is to get rid of
whatever is happening to me and go back to�China. I need to find the cure for
my curse.* With that settled she now went in search of the temporary cure, hot water.

	Spotting a tavern, it seemed the best choice for hot water then any place
else around. So Ranma casually strolled in with a now slightly oversized pack
from the result of the curse. As usual there were stares and whistling. Some
not because of the backpack but rather a pretty face and some other looked at
parts. She had been through this before. Doing her best impression of 'One
more look and I'll kill you' stare, people quickly looked elsewhere. 

				< OH MY! >

	Siuan was confused, annoyed, and furious. Leane had mocked her about the situation.

Leane(V.O.): Why Siuan, I didn�t know you wanted a warder so badly. You should
have became a green, with that sly mind of yours. You�re quicker to think of
bonding then me.

	More emotions flowed through her. She was certain it came with the mysterious
bond that had inflicted her. It had all of a sudden tripled; breaking down the
mental barriers that kept her cool. The worse part was the confusion caused
her to back down from Leane like a little accepted to an Aes Sedai.

	It took her a couple of minutes to control the boiling emotions, but the
feelings of the bond were as strong as ever. *This can�t be happening! Oh
Light I�m going crazy.* Siuan made up her mind, she had to find out the source
of the bond and strangely or rather not so much, it came from Caemlyn. *It has
to be in Caemlyn, the two events are too closely tied.* Trying to compose
herself, she stalked off to find Egwene.

	Egwene wasn�t far off when Siuan came up to her. "What is it daughter?" Siuan
had one of those looks that meant something demoralizing happened. *Maybe
Sheriam gave her a hard time again.*

	"I ask to go to Caemlyn, Mother." Siuan tried her best to keep that Aes Sedai
calmness. It wasn�t the emotions this time that worried her. It was the fact
that she would have to explain to Egwene.

	Scurrying the conversation off to the side from prying ears. Siuan began her
explanation with Egwene�s eyes going wider with every sentence. "I see�"
Egwene sounded almost scared. There were certain problems if this story got
out. "I will make you a gateway to Caemlyn and make up some excuse for the
Hall. Be careful, the whole situation cries of danger."

	Siuan gave a nod. "I will hurry back as fast as I can Egwene." Little more
was said.

				< OH MY! >

	A now male Ranma walked the streets again. While in female form the emotions
got thicker, much more thicker. It spooked him, this never happened before. He
became more aware of anger and confusion while in girl form and was all too
happy when the hot water went into effect. He also felt like he was being
watched. But between the pool of emotions, thoughts, and clothing he wore, he
couldn�t tell for sure.

	"Man, this is got to be the weirdest yet." Ranma swore to himself. One good
thing was the location of those foreign emotions suddenly got closer, a lot
closer and was moving toward him. Somehow he could feel she was close. *I
wonder why I call it a she?* the unconscious part of his mind asked.

	Siuan came out of the stable in Caemlyn. The trip was short, via traveling.
The bond was also close and headed towards her. She almost jumped with
nervousness from who it might be. *Alric please be you.*

	Suddenly pain came, much pain. Siuan fell to the ground from a blow to the
head. Fighting unconsciousness, she barely kept her eyes open as her attacker
dragged her into the alley. She tried to get up, but all her strength went to
keeping consciousness.

	Ranma felt a stab of pain. Somehow whoever it was, was in trouble, she had
been hit over the head and he felt it. Without a second thought he leaped and
sped to her from the rooftops. *She�s in trouble, gotta get to her!*

	There were five grizzly men circled around Siuan�s moaning body. Each had a
fairly deadly weapon at hand, clubs, knifes, and the sort. "She�s on of those
Aes Sedai witches. Kill her!" one said. "She doesn�t look like an Aes Sedai,"
said another. "They mean to control the Dragon Reborn. Kill all Aes Sedai
witches and anyone with them!" put in the third. The made their decision with
that as everyone prepared to kill.

	Siuan would have screamed if she could. All she could do was watch them come
closer. Suddenly a red and black blur came into view followed by a "Oof" and a
hard drop to the pavement. "Nobody is touching her!" a male voice snarled.

	*Alric�* She felt it, the bond came from him. A view of his back could only
be seen for Siuan; sleeveless shirt of red, loose fitting pants, and braided
black hair. The group only growled as the attack begun. Knifes and clubs swung
at him, but he moved with lightning speed, dodging and counterattacking with
deadly accuracy. The five would be attackers fell all with pain followed by
unconsciousness from their weaponless opponent.

	Ranma dodged easily out of the way of a knife while he ducked under a clubbed
swing. The attackers were armed men, but not very good. He punched a guy in
the gut and back kicked another guy�s face. 	Something was not right here. He
couldn�t quite define it, but everything seemed easier. He felt more powerful,
faster, stronger, more aware of surrounding. His would be attackers fell with
little effort from him.

	Ranma looked back at the source of his worries. The girl seemed to be trying
to get up. He could tell she was in pain. She took quite a blow to the head.
Picking up his pack on the floor and the girl, he leaped up to the rooftop to
a safer place.

	Siuan tried to scream yet again as her savior jumped to the rooftop and sped
away with her and at high speed at that. *This can�t be Alric. Who is he? I
never seen him before in my life.* The young boy she now saw was definitely
not her dead warder. But with all the denial she could feel the bond with him.
There was no doubt she had gotten him as a warder.

	Putting her down, Ranma saw a young girl, maybe a few years older then him.
She was very pretty with blue eyes and dark hair down to her shoulders. Even
with a few screams of "Put me down!" he felt she was confused. 

	Finding a small medical kit from his pack he decided to ask, "How are ya?"
while trying to tend to the wound on her head. She wriggled a bit, but
eventually accepted.

	"Who are you?" Siuan asked in an infamous Aes Sedai tone, cold and demanding.
*He's not Alric, who is he? How did I ever bond with him?* The boy was very
handsome, lean, muscular, and aged around seventeen or so. Also very deadly
from the show he putted for her.

	"Urr�name�s Ranma." He tried to act polite as possible. *Don�t want her to
think he was crazy by blabbering out his feelings towards her.* "Yours?" he asked.

	"Siuan Sedai" Siuan replied calmly. Ranma blinked at that.

	"Nice to meet�cha, Siuan. Umm hey I know it crazy, but�" Ranma was abruptly
cut off by Siuan�s cold stare.

	"I am Aes Sedai. " Siuan said coldly showing her golden serpent ring, all the
while staring daggers at him. *Why that insolent boy! Bad enough the others
look down at me, but my own warder!* 

	Ranma backed away a bit, feeling anger from the Aes Sedai. "Umm�sure, umm
Siuan Sedai." He had not known what he had said to put his foot in his mouth,
but he could visibly see the anger on her with that last comment.

	"I should teach you a lesson, boy, for being so insolent to an Aes Sedai."
Siuan was very much angered now.

	"Hey, what did I say?" Ranma spoke back while muttering "Uncute tomboy" at
the end. He then felt and saw her anger go up more then he thought already
possible. *Um oh, looks like she heard that one.*

	Siuan hadn�t really caught all that much of the end, but uncute, added to his
tone of voice was enough. *Why that�!* Weaving a small flow of air she hurled
the nearest object at the boy, which happened to be a battered bucket.

	Ranma was good at dodging, but he had one downfall; with all his skills,
almost anything an angered woman throws at him; it always seemed to go ten
times faster.  Needless to say the bucket slapped him flat in the face and he
promptly fell over. Objects flown at him on their own should provoke some
thoughts in Ranma (sometimes anyway), but the only thought he was thinking was
*Why do I always get stuck with violent women?*

	At least the bucket was empty.

	Not far from the two, a white cloaked figure casually leaned against the
wall. The cloak covered the figure from top to bottom with red triangle like
patterns embroidered along the edges. "Humm� this is sort of boring, just
watching them like this. Maybe I should do something else to keep myself...err
help with the cause." The voice emitted by the figure was definitely female.


~Kuku