Reincarnation in awheel of time, but with some twists

I woke up feeling slightly sick on my stomach, not a great start to my life I supposed but i was three years old so I had a lot of time to improve. I felt a hand gently stroke my face and I looked up into warm blue eyes, I felt a loving feeling swell in my heart. <br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>I knew this face. She had long dark hair and the bluest eyes I had ever seen, and I knew her. I didn’t know how i remembered her but I knew that face. I also knew what would happen to her. The internal conflict was horrific. I loved her, I knew she was my mother, but I also knew the story of her life. She was dead, and she would always be dead. I remembered reading about how the Aiel killed her at the stone. I could remember almost everything from that life, and that is why I was so mortified. <br><br>I had been reincarnated in a wheel of time, a fan of the series my entire life, I had now been given the chance to live in one of my favorite books. The only problem with that was that i was still very young, and I would probably not survive long enough to see the dragon. <br><br>I also had no channeling abilities, that was the bigger problem. I had just as much chance as i would of getting struck by lightening and having super powers. It simply was not going to happen. I may have loved the series, but reality was not so kind. I would have to deal with the fact that i was powerless if I wanted to survive. <br><br>I looked into my mothers eyes, and I knew that to protect her and myself i would have to do my best to appear as normal as possible. The world was not ready for someone like me. It was not ready for someone to know the future. And if it took a great internal conflict to pretend that I was a normal child, I would do it. I would pull through, no matter what, to protect myself and my mother. I would pull through. <br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>Eirin lay on her bed in tears, Maric was dead and Iangar was dead. Her son had been born dead, and it was all her fault. And who was to blame for this? The Dragon. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry, I could feel my heart having a small heart attack as I thought of those words. The Dragon. I knew it was not right, but all of my heart told me to place blame on the dragon, he was at fault. And I have proof, so I am not the only one who thinks so. <br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>She apologises and I know it was not her fault but my heart was breaking at what had been said. I wanted to cry. The dragon was not at fault, he was a good man, she was putting blame on the wrong person. But I couldn’t say it, all I could do was listen in tears as she blames the dragon for all of her misfortunes. But I do know better. I know better than to blame the dragon.