Mierin eronaile, the most powerful saidar channeler of her time. In a time when the channelers were at their most powerful.
Mierin eronaile a genius scientist with an underdog complex who never got recognition, and when thinking she would, ended up dooming herself and the whole world.
Mierin eronaile, the woman who only loved one man and was never really loved in return; who never really learned what love actually was. What it could be. The woman who clang to that because what was she to do, what else was there left?
Mierin eronaile the scientist who found a new source of power for ALL channelers. The woman who opened a hole to the prison made by the creator himself.
Mierin eronaile, who clung to power as much as she did to what she believed to be love towards the only man she would ever want. Because again. What else was there.
Mierin, who very likely never knew friendship or even companionship.
The woman who dedicated her entire life to studying the one power.
Mierin, who was such a competent and brilliant woman that both the representatives of Light and Dark wanted her.
The woman who, unfortunately, even if all of that, was also deeply mentally unstable. Something which probably could count for her never getting a third name.
“Yeah Mierin is brilliant and there’s no one who knows more abt the one power, or who has done so much in terms of advancing what we can do with it. But like. she’s visibly insane, no one would ever think of giving her a third name. Can you imagine ? No one would give that a green light”.
Mierin Eronaile, who was so devoted to Lews Therin but still got dumped, and later on is only thought of by him through a lens of disgust and anger.
Mierin Eronaile, who even as her self-made monster, still managed to resurface whenever her ex lover would slip through Rands lips. Even losing her so well put demeanor.
Mierin sedai, who we first get to know through Rands ancestral. Another connection to the dragon reborn.
Mierin Eronaile, who, just like pandora, uncovered something she didn’t completely understand, and suffered hell for it, along with the world. But unlike pandora, also lost hope in the process.
Mierin Eronaile, who didn’t die, yet somehow, and still came back wrong.
The tragedy of Mierin Eronaile and the birth of Lanfear.
Lanfear the monster born out of desperation, but also choice. A 50/50 dose of both.
Lanfear, Mierins response to the world around her. “You want me to be the bad guy? Fine. Ill be the bad guy.”
Lanfear, the only Forsaken to chose her own name. Lanfear, gripping the reigns of her own story for once. A true rebirth.
Daughter of the night, walker of dreams, dweller in the dark. In direct contrast to Lews Therin, Rand al Thor, “He who comes with the dawn”.
She who brings sleep and dreams. And he who wakes and brings the light. She who lives in and rules this separate, mirrored world. This Unreality. And he who brings new, actual realities, all over again.
Lanfear, Mierins greatest triumph over her own self. It becomes no surprise that she loses her hold on her emotions when Asmodean brings that name to her acknowledgment again.
Lanfear, the shapeshifter. The ever changing mask user. Playing with t’avaren who mold the pattern around them, instead of being dragged and drowned by it.
Lanfear, who hates being called aes sedai. What has serving them all ever brought her? Aes sedai, who turned their back to her when she needed them the most. Even Lews.
Lanfear, who even sworn and bound by literal strings to her soul to the Dark One, betrays him, and actively plots to take him down along with the creator.
Lanfear, who doesn’t give two scents about The Dark or The Light. There’s her side, and against her.
Moon hunter, always eyeing, in search of the unattainable. With a never ending hunger for more. And more. Nothing ever coming close to being enough.
Lanfear, trying to fill a hole in herself reminiscent of Mierin Eronaile, who will probably never heal because she has never known love. And she never will, because that would mean becoming that woman again. And she would never. Ever again.
Daughter of the night, the chosen to free the dark one, the only to pick her own name. And still second in command. Still not good enough. Still unrecognized.
Lanfear, in a constant state of self loathing, but also always boastful, proud to a fault.
The monster who changed herself and keeps on changing, willingly and unconsciously. Who becomes unrecognizable, until, somehow, recognition falls back onto her self. And on, and on, and on. In an eternal loop, just like the wheel of time.
Ishamael who never wanted to be a monster and doesn’t see himself as one versus Lanfear, who HAD to be a monster, who chose to be one to leave behind every pain and weakness from Mierin Eronaile.
Lanfear, the goddess, who is so distant from humanity but still fatally human. Daughter of the night, who can never wake from the dream, and so can never truly go back to being just a human.
Lanfear and Mierin Eronaile, who are the same person and not at all.
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