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Prophecies, Viewings and Dreams


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Lews Therin drawn by PoE

Prophecy 1

And it shall come to pass that what men made shall be shattered, and the Shadow shall lie across the Pattern of the Age, and the Dark One shall once more lay his hand upon the world of man. Women shall weep and men quail as the nations of the earth are rent like rotting cloth. Neither shall anything stand nor abide...
Yet one shall be born to face the Shadow, born once more as he was before and shall be born again, time without end. The Dragon shall be Reborn, and there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth at his rebirth. In sackcloth and ashes shall he clothe the people, and he shall break the world again by his coming, tearing apart all ties that bind. Like the unfettered dawn shall he blind us, and burn us, yet shall the Dragon Reborn confront the Shadow at the Last Battle, and his blood shall give us the Light. Let tears flow, O ye people of the world. Weep for your salvation.

Prophecy 2

Twice and twice shall he be marked,
twice to live, and twice to die,
Once the heron to set his path.
Twice the heron, to name him true.
Once the Dragon for remembrance lost.
Twice the Dragon for the price he must pay.

Prophecy 3

Twice dawns the day when his blood is shed.
Once for mourning, once for birth.
Red on black, the Dragon's blood stains the rock of Shayol Ghul.
In the Pit of Doom shall his blood free men from the Shadow.

Prophecy 4

And his paths shall be many, and who shall know his name, for he shall be born among us many times, in many guises, as he has been and ever will be, time without end. His coming shall be like the sharp edge of the plow, turning our lives in furrows from out of the places where we lie in our silence. The breaker of bonds; the forger of chains. The maker of futures; the unshaper of destiny.

Prophecy 5

Power of the Shadow made human flesh,
wakened to turmoil, strife and ruin.
The Reborn One, marked and bleeding,
dances the sword in dreams and mist,
chains the Shadowsworn to his will,
from the city, lost and forsaken,
leads the spears to war once more,
breaks the spears and makes them see,
truth long hidden in the ancient dream.

Prophecy 6

Into the heart he thrusts his sword,
into the heart, to hold their hearts.
Who draws it out shall follow after,
What hand can grasp that fearful blade?

Prophecy 7

With his coming are the dread fires born again. The hills burn, and the land turns sere. The tides of men run out, and the hours dwindle. 4:The wall is pierced, and the veil of parting raised. Storms rumble beyond the horizon, and the fires of heaven purge the earth. There is no salvation without destruction, no hope this side of death.

Prophecy 8

The unstained tower breaks and bends knee to the forgotten sign. The seas rage, and stormclouds gather unseen. Beyond the horizon, hidden fires swell, and serpents nestle in the bosom.What was exalted is cast down; what was cast down is raised up. Order burns to clear his path.

Prophecy 9

There can be no health in us, nor any good thing grow, for the land is one with the Dragon Reborn, and he one with the land. Soul of fire, heart of stone, in pride he conquers, forcing the proud to yield. He calls upon the mountains to kneel, and the seas to give way, and the very skies to bow. Pray that the heart of stone remembers tears, and the soul of fire, love.

Prophecy 10

The north shall he tie to the east, and the west shall be bound to the south.


al'Lan Mandragoran

Seven ruined Towers
A babe in a cradle holding a sword


A man-not him-juggling fire
The White Tower


A red eagle
A eye on a balance scale
A dagger with a ruby
A horn
A laughing face


A wolf
A broken crown
Trees flowering around him
An Aielman in a cage
A Tuatha'an with a sword
A falcon and a hawk, perching on his shoulders, both female.
A darkness swirling around him.


The Rose Crown of Andor
A severed hand, not hers
A red-hot iron and an ax


Man's ring of heavy gold
Egwene al'Vere
A white flame


A halo of gold and blue, signifying glory to come


A heron marked sword, his or threatening
His banner with a field of green rather than white
Either breaking Egwene's neck or kneeling to her


A sword that isn't a sword
A golden crown of laurel leaves
A beggars staff
Him pouring water on sand
Three women standing over a funeral bier with him on it
A bloody hand and a white hot iron
Black rock wet with blood
He's gonna have three women, El, Min, and someone with a temper, not Nynaeve


Elaida's Foretellings

"The Dark One stirs in Shayol Ghul. The Shadow lies across the pattern, and the future is balanced on a pinpoint. This one is dangerous. This I Foretell and swear under the Light that I can say no clearer. From this day Andor marches toward pain and division. The Shadow has yet to darken to its blackest, and I cannot see if the Light will come after. Where the world has wept one tear, it will weep thousands. This I Foretell. This, too I Foretell. Pain and division come to the whole world, and this man (Rand) stands at the heart of it." (The Web Tightens pg. 613-614)

"The very first thing Elaida had ever Foretold, while still an Accepted- and had known enough even then to keep it to herself- that the Royal Line of Andor would be key to defeating the Dark One in the Last Battle." (Chapter 1, Seeds of Shadow pg. 37)

" Long ago she had Foretold that the Royal House of Andor held the key to winning the Last Battle."(Prologue Lightnings pg. 10)

"The White Tower will be whole again, except for remnants cast out and scorned, whole and stronger than ever. Rand alThor will face the Amyrlin seat and know her anger. The Black will be rent in blood and fire, and sisters will walk its grounds. This I Foretell." (Prologue Lightnings pg. 19)

Gitara's Foretellings

"He is born again! I feel him! The Dragon takes his first breath on the slope of Dragonmount! He is coming! His coming! Light help us! Light help the world! He lies in the snow and cries like the thunder! He burns like the sun!" (Chapter 8, The Dragon Reborn pg 129)

Nicola's Foretellings

"The lion sword, the dedicated spear, she who sees beyond. Three on a boat, and he who is dead yet lives. The great battle done, but the world not done with battle. The land divided by the return, and the guardians balance the servants. The future teeters on the edge of a blade."(Lord of Chaos)


Perrin's Dreams

[TDR: 43, Shadowbrothers, 426]

Egwene and Nynaeve and Elayne stood looking at a huge metal cage, with a raised door held on a heavy spring. They stepped in and reached up together to loose the catch. The barred door snapped down behind them. A woman with her hair all in braids laughed at them, and another woman all in white laughed at her.

[TDR: 43, Shadowbrothers, 425]

Mat, rattling a dice cup. His opponent stared at Mat with eyes of fire. Mat did not seem to see the man, but Perrin knew him. "Mat!" he shouted. "It's Ba'alzamon. Light, Mat, you're dicing with Ba'alzamon!"

[TSR: 28, To the Tower of Ghenjei, 320-1]

Rand stood amid swirling stormwinds, laughing wildly, even madly, arms upraised, and on the winds rode [dragons].

hidden eyes watched Rand, and there was no way of telling whether he knew it

Nynaeve and Elayne stalking cautiously through a demented landscape of twisted, shadowed buildings, hunting some dangerous beast

Mat, standing where a road forked ahead of him. He flipped a coin, started down one branch, and suddenly was wearing a wide-brimmed hat and walking with a staff bearing a short sword blade.

Egwene and a woman with long white hair were staring at him in surprise while behind them the White Tower crumbled stone by stone.

[TSR: 53, The Price of a Departure, 612]

Egwene stood among a crowd of women, fear in her eyes; slowly the women knelt around her, Nynaeve was one of them, and he believed he saw Elayne's red-gold hair.

That window faded and was replaced. Mat stood naked and bound, snarling; an odd spear with a black shaft had been thrust across his back behind his elbows, and a silver medallion, a foxhead, hung on his chest.

Mat vanished, and it was Rand. Perrin thought it was Rand. He wore rags and a rough cloak, and a bandage covered his eyes.


[TGH: 12, Woven in the Pattern, 180]

... she saw Rand sleeping on the ground, wrapped in a cloak. A woman had been standing over him, looking down. Her face was in shadow, but her eyes seemed to shine like the moon, and Egwene had known she was evil. Then there was a flash of light, and they were gone. Both of them. And behind it all, almost like another thing altogether, was the feel of danger, as if a trap was just beginning to snap shut on an unsuspecting lamb, a trap with many jaws."

[TDR: 25, Questions, 233-4]

She had dreamed of Seanchan, too, of women in dresses with lightning bolts woven on their breasts, collaring a long line of women who wore Great Serpent rings, forcing them to call lightning against the White Tower. That had started her awake in a cold sweat, but that had to be just a nightmare, too. And the dream about Whitecloaks binding her father's hands.

[TDR: 25, Questions, 234]

There had been a dream of Rand, reaching for a sword that seemed to be made of crystal, never seeing the fine net dropping over him.

And one of him kneeling in a chamber where a parched wind blew dust across the floor, and creatures like the one on the Dragon banner, but much smaller, floated on the wind, and settled into his skin.

There had been a dream of him walking down into a great hole in a black mountain, a hole filled with a reddish glare as from vast fires below,

and even a dream of him confronting Seanchan.

[TDR: 25, Questions, 234]

Perrin with a falcon on his shoulder, and Perrin with a hawk. Only the hawk held a leash in her talons--Egwene was somehow convinced both the hawk and falcon were female--and the hawk was trying to fasten it around Perrin's neck.

... And that dream of Perrin--with a beard!--leading a huge pack of wolves that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Mat, placing his own left eye on a balance scale.

Mat, hanging by his neck from a tree limb.

There had been a dream of Mat and Seanchan, too, but she was willing to dismiss that as a nightmare.

...Just like the one about Mat speaking the Old Tongue.

[TDR: 37, Fires in Cairhien, 352-3]

She had dreamed of Perrin with a wolf, and with a falcon, and a hawk -- and the hawk and falcon fighting

...of Perrin running from someone deadly,
This is very vague; it could be referring to Slayer.
and Perrin stepping willingly over the edge of a towering cliff while saying, "It must be done. I must learn to fly before I reach the bottom."

There had been one dream of an Aiel, and she thought that had to do with Perrin, too, but she was not sure.

And a dream of Min, springing a steel trap but somehow walking through it without so much as seeing it.

... Mat with dice spinning 'round him...

Mat being followed by a man who was not there ... or maybe more than one, but in some way there was no one there

Mat riding desperately toward something unseen in the distance that he had to reach

and Mat with a woman who seemed to be tossing fireworks about. An Illuminator, she assumed, but that made no more sense than anything else.

Men and women breaking out of a cage, then putting on crowns.

A woman playing with puppets, and another dream where the strings on puppets led to the hands of larger puppets, and their strings led to still greater puppets, on and on until the last strings vanished into unimaginable heights.

Whitecloaks ravaging the Two Rivers.

[TDR: 48, Following the Craft, 468-9]

Why should Perrin have a falcon on his shoulder, and what was important about him choosing between that axe he wore now and a blacksmith's hammer?

... A Whitecloak putting Master Luhhan in the middle of a huge, toothed trap for bait

What did it mean that Mat was dicing with the Dark One, and why did he keep shouting "I am coming!" and why did she think in the dream that he was shouting at her?

And Rand. He had been sneaking through utter darkness toward Callandor, while all around him six men and five women walked, some hunting him and some ignoring him, some trying to guide him toward the shining crystal sword and some trying to stop him from reaching it, appearing not to know where he was, or only to see him in flashes. One of the men had eyes of flame, and he wanted Rand dead with a desperation she could nearly taste;

Rand in that dry, dusty chamber again, with those small creatures settling into his skin.

[TDR: 48, Following the Craft, 468-9]

Rand confronting a horde of Seanchan.

Rand confronting her, and the women with her, and one of them was a Seanchan.

[TSR: 11, What Lies Hidden, 145]

Rand as tall as a mountain, walking through cities, crushing buildings beneath his feet, with screaming people like ants fleeing from him.

Rand in chains, and it was he who was screaming.

Rand building a wall with him on one side and her on the other, her and Elayne and others she could not make out. "It has to be done," he was saying as he piled up stones. "I'll not let you stop me now."

Aiel fighting each other, killing each other, even throwing away their weapons and running as if they had gone mad

Mat wrestling with a Seanchan woman who tied an invisible leash to him

A wolf-- she was sure it was Perrin, though-- fighting a man whose face kept changing.

Galad wrapping himself in white as though putting on his own shroud

and Gawyn with eyes full of pain and hatred.

Her mother weeping.

[TFoH: 15, What Can Be Learned in Dreams, 214]

Rand sitting down in a chair, and somehow she knew that the chair's owner would be murderously angry at having her chair taken

...Perrin, lounging with Faile on his lap, kissing her while she played with the short-cut beard that he wore in the dream. Behind them two banners waved, a red wolf's head and a crimson eagle. A man in a bright yellow coat stood near to Perrin's shoulder, a sword strapped to his back; in some way she knew that he was a Tinker, though no Tinker would ever touch a sword. And every bit of it except the beard seemed important. The banners, Faile kissing Perrin, even the Tinker. Every time he moved closer to Perrin it was if a chill of doom shot through everything.

...Mat throwing dice with blood streaming down his face, the wide brim of his hat pulled down low so she could not see his wound

while Thom Merrilin put his hand into a fire to draw out the small blue stone that now dangled on Moiraine's forehead.

Or a dream of a storm, great dark clouds rolling without wind or rain while forked lightning bolts, every one identical, rent the earth.

[LoC: 15, A Pile of Sand, 258]

Twice, right on top of each other, she dreamed of taking [Gawyn] by the shoulders and trying to turn him to face the other way against his will. Once he brushed her hands away roughly; the other time she was somehow stronger than he. The two blended together hazily.

In another, [Gawyn] began swinging a door closed on her, and she knew if that narrowing gap of light vanished, she was dead.

[LoC: 15, A Pile of Sand, 258]

Perrin came and stood before her, a wolf lying at his feet, a hawk and a falcon perched on his shoulders glaring at each other over his head. Seemingly unaware of them, he kept trying to throw away that axe of his until finally he ran, the axe floating through the air chasing him.

Again Perrin; he turned away from a Tinker and ran, faster and faster though she called for him to come back.

[LoC: 15, A Pile of Sand, 258]

Mat spoke words she almost understood - the Old Tongue, she thought - and two ravens alighted on his shoulders, claws sinking through his coat into the flesh beneath
He seemed no more aware of them that Perrin had been on the hawk and the falcon, yet the defiance passed across his face, and then grim acceptance.

In another, a woman, face shrouded in shadow, beckoned him toward great danger; Egwene did not know what, only that it was monstrous.

[LoC: 15, A Pile of Sand, 258]

Several concerned Rand, not all bad, but all odd. Elayne, forcing him to his knees with one hand.

Elayne and Min and Aviendha, sitting in a silent circle around him, each in turn reaching out to lay a hand on him.

Him walking toward a burning mountain, something crunching beneath his boots. She stirred and whimpered; the crunching things were the seals on the Dark One's prison, shattering with his every step.

From A Crown of Swords
[ACOS: 10, Unseen Eyes, 195]

...that she [Egwene] would bond him [Gawyn], she knew from interpreting her dreams...

[ACOS: 10, Unseen Eyes, 201]

On bare feet, Gawyn walked [toward her] across a floor of broken glass, shards breaking at every slow step....she could see the trail of blood left by his slashed feet.

[ACOS: 10, Unseen Eyes, 202]

...a man riding on a black stallion. Gawyn. Then she was standing in the road in front of him, and he reined in. Not because he saw her...but the road that had been straight now forked right where she stood, running over tall hills so no one could see what lay beyond. She knew, though. Down one fork was his violent death, down the other, a long life and a death in bed. On one path, he would marry her, on the other, not. She knew what lay ahead, but not which way led to which. Suddenly he did see her, or seemed to, and smiled, and turned his horse along one of the forks...

[ACOS: 10, Unseen Eyes, 202]

She stood before an immense wall, clawing at it, trying to tear it down with her bare hands. It was not made of brick or stone, but countless thousands of discs, each half white and half black, the ancient symbol of the Aes Sedai, like the seven seals that had once held the DO's prison shut...the wall stood strong however she beat at it. She could not tear it down. Maybe it was the symbol that was important. Maybe it was the AS she was trying to tear down, the White Tower. Maybe....

[ACOS: 10, Unseen Eyes, 202]

Mat sat on a night-shrouded hilltop, watching a grand Illuminator's display of fireworks, and suddenly his hand shot up, seized one of those bursting lights in the sky. Arrows of fire flashed from his clenched fist, and a sense of dread filled her. Men would die because of this. The world would change.

[ACOS: 10, Unseen Eyes, 202]

Straps at waist and shoulder held her tightly to the block, and the headsman's axe descended, but she knew that somewhere someone was running, and if they ran fast enough, the axe would stop.

[ACOS: 10, Unseen Eyes, 202]

Logain, laughing, stepped across something on the ground and mounted a black stone; when she looked down, she thought it was Rand's body he had stepped over, laid out on a funeral bier with his hands crossed at his breast, but when she touched his face, it broke apart like a paper puppet.

[ACOS: 10, Unseen Eyes, 203]

A golden hawk stretched out its wing and touched her, and she and the hawk were tied together somehow; all she knew was that the hawk was female.

[ACOS: 10, Unseen Eyes, 203]

A man lay dying in a narrow bed, and it was important that he not die, yet outside a funeral pyre was being built, and voices raised songs of joy and sadness.

[ACOS: 10, Unseen Eyes, 203]

A dark young man held an object in his hand that shone so brightly she could not see what it was.

[TPOD: 15, Stronger than Written Law, 308]

Rand, wearing different masks, until suddenly one of those false faces was no longer a mask, but him.

Perrin and a Tinker, frenziedly hacking their way through brambles with axe and sword, unaware of the cliff that lay just ahead. And the brambles screamed with human voices they did not hear.

Mat, weighing two Aes Sedai on a huge set of balance scales, and on his decision depended....She could not say what; something vast; the world, perhaps.