A Memory of Light

rebuilding.
    The Flame of Tar Valon.
    They matched one another, in stasis, for an eternal moment. In that moment, Egwene felt a peace come upon her. The pain of Gawyn's death faded. He would be reborn. The Pattern would continue. The very weave she wielded calmed her anger and replaced it with peace. She reached more deeply into saidar, ; that glowing comfort that had guided her so long.
    And she drew on more of the Power.
    Her stream of energy pushed its way through M’Hael’s balefire like a sword thrust, spraying the Power aside and traveling right up the stream into M’Hael’s outstretched hand. It pierced the hand and shot through his chest.
    The balefire vanished. M’Hael gaped, stumbling, eyes wide, and then he crystallized from the inside out, as if freezing in ice. A multihued, beautiful crystal grew from him. Uncut and rough, as if from the core of the earth itself. Somehow Egwene knew that the Flame would have had much less effect on a person who had not given himself to the Shadow.
    She clung to the Power she’d held. She had pulled in too much. She knew that if she released her grip, she would leave herself burned out, unable to channel another drop. The Power surged through her in this last moment.
    Something trembled far to the north. Rand’s fight continued. The gaps in the land expanded. M’Hael and Demandred's balefire had done its work. The world here was crumbling. Black lines radiated across the Heights, and her mind’s eye saw them opening, the land shattering, and a void appearing here that sucked into it all life.
    “Watch for the light,” Egwene whispered.
    “Mother?” Leilwin still knelt beside her. Around them, hundreds of Sharans picked themselves up off the ground.
    “Watch for the light, Leilwin,” Egwene said. “As the Amyrlin Seat, I command you—find the seals of the Dark One’s prison and break them. Do it the moment the light shines. Only then can it save us.”
    “But . . ”
    Egwene wove a gateway and wrapped Leilwin in Air, shoving her through to safety. As she went, Egwene released the woman’s bond, severing their brief tie.
    “No!” Leilwin cried.
    The gateway closed. Black cracks into nothingness expanded all around Egwene as she faced the hundreds of Sharans. Her Aes Sedai had fought with strength and valor, but those Sharan channelers still remained. They surrounded her, some timid, others smiling in triumph.
    She closed her eyes and drew in the power. More than a woman should be able to, more than was right. Far beyond safety, far beyond wisdom. This sa’angreal had no buffer to prevent this.
    Her body was spent. She offered it up and became a column of light, releasing the Flame of Tar Valon into the ground beneath her and high into the sky. The Power left her in a quiet, beautiful explosion, washing across the Sharans and sealing the cracks created by her fight with M’Hael.
    Egwene’s soul separated from her collapsing body and rested upon that wave, riding it into the Light.

    Egwene died.
    Rand screamed in denial, in rage, in sorrow.
    “Not her! NOT HER!”
    THE DEAD ARE MINE.
    “Shaitan!” Rand yelled. “Not her!”
    I WILL KILL THEM ALL, ADVERSARY.
    Rand bent over, squeezing his eyes shut. I will protect you, he thought. Whatever else happens, I will see you safe, I swear it. I swear it.. .
    Oh, Light. Egwene’s name joined the list of the dead. That list continued to grow, thundering in his mind. His failures. So many failures.
    He should have been able to save them.
    The Dark One’s attacks persisted, trying to rip Rand apart and crush him all at once.
    Oh, Light. Not Egwene.
    Rand closed his eyes and collapsed, barely holding back the next attack.
    Darkness enclosed him.

    Leane raised her arm, shading her eyes against the magnificent burst of light. It washed the hillside of its darkness and—for a moment—left only brilliance. Sharans froze in place, casting shadows behind them as they crystallized.
    The column of power rose high in the air, a beacon, then faded.
    Leane dropped to her knees, one hand resting on the ground to steady herself. A blanket of crystals coated the ground, growing over broken rock, coating the scarred landscape. Where cracks had opened, they were now filled with crystal, looking like tiny rivers.
    Leane climbed to her feet and crept forward, passing the Sharans frozen in crystal, dead in time.
    At the very center of the explosion, Leane found a column of crystal as wide as an ancient leatherleaf tree,