The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass leaving memories that become legend, then fade to myth, and are long forgot when that Age comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the ruins of Shadar Logoth. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.
The Amyrlin Seat stood at the top of the White Tower overlooking the city of Tar Valon. Although she gazed down at the streets below, she saw none of it. Her mind was still reeling at what she had just discovered. She had always known that the Black Ajah were a myth, stories to frighten young children. Only now, after what had happened, she was certain that the Black Ajah was real. A group of sisters sworn to the Dark One and no way to know who was a part of it. These women had to be at least partially responsible for the attack on the tower. Even an assassin could not slip into the tower unaided. The attempt to steal the seals of the Dark One's prison had failed, but many ter'angreal had been stolen, one of particular importance.
The ter'angreal had to be recovered, but who could she trust? It certainly had to be an Aes Sedai with the One Power at her side. The problem was any sister could be a traitor. She could not be certain; to send a sister dedicated to the Dark One would be worse than sending none.
Born of desperation, a name came to her. The sister was not strong in the One Power, quite the contrary, but with a ter'angreal, perhaps. Surely there had to be another. She finally sighed, none she could trust.
Turning back back towards her desk, she called for the Keeper, "Elayna, I need your assistance." "And may the Creator be merciful." She said to herself.