The sun shone brightly in the cool, summer night, its radiance shedding reverence to the people around it, if not by choice then by force. It rippled on its pure white background, blazing with righteousness. The crowded street parted for it, giving it a wide berth as it strolled down the busy street basking in self-admiration.
But perhaps, just maybe, it wasn't the sun the crowd parted for, but rather the man wearing it.
He stood 6'3", shoulders wider than short sword. His muscles rippled beneath his shirt and pants as they moved his two hundred and seventeen-pound body along with smooth, long strides. His dirty blonde hair had matted to his head under his helmet, sweat dripping from it into his hazelnut eyes. His heavy set, yet attractive and alluring face was marred by a long scar that dragged from his left ear down along the jaw line, pulled the left side of his face tighter than it should. Resting on his shoulder next to the ugly scar, a giant mace rested, its deadly metal head gazing longingly at the flesh around it. The huge, cylindrical head was set atop a thick, metal pole, and was held upright by an even thicker fist. His eyes swung deliberately around the people next to him, making some of them cringe in fear, other bow their heads in respect. He grimaced slightly to himself, disgusted at the people crowded so closely around him. He knew each and every one of them were goat kissing Aes Sedai lovers. If not, they would be part of the Whitecloak. Like him.
Him. Kellan Miamazzi, dedicated Child of the Light, ready to kill an Aes Sedai on the spot, even if it meant his death. He took a deep breath, trying not to grimace at the tainted smell of magic all around him. He knew what it smelt like. If it didn't smell like Whitecloak, it smelled like Aes Sedai. The only thing he hated more than a Darkfriend was an Aes Sedai. The ones who took his sister away. The ones who made her go crazy. He'd had to kill her, and he had cried for days after that, locked away in his room with noth8ing to eat. His parents told him it had to be done - that she would have killed them all if he hadn't. She had just come home one day and started hurling furniture and bolts of fire everywhere. She burned down their house, they had to live in a hotel until they found another… He had come out of the room a changed man, and didn't even stop to get some food on his way over to the Whitecloak outpost. He didn't even talk to his parents. He now understood the true nature of Aes Sedai. He always knew they were evil. Just not this evil. HIS OWN BLOODY SISTER! The Aes Sedai had told the family it was the sister's fault, that she had been playing around with magic and it had been too much for her. But Kellan knew better. He knew what they had done that to his sister. To his Naomi. To his pie. That was what he had called her… Pie. She had been born four years after Kellan, and she had followed him around like a devote follower. He had seen her go out with her first guy, seen her dance for the first time. Then the Aes Sedai came, and took his sister. He knew he would never see her get married, never be an uncle to her kids, never drink with her husband or teach her son how to play any games. The Aes Sedai KILLED her. He shook his head, clearing it of as much rage as he could. He noticed that the crowd had given him an extra foot or so of space, and he noticed tears streaming down his face. They felt wet and salty as they slid down to the corners of his mouth. He wiped his face dry, now smiling as he saw the structure looming ahead. He could see the flags flying form the top, and what was painted on them. He saluted to the waving suns as he strode towards the Whitecloak outpost.