"The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow.

As the Wheel of Time turns, places wear many names. Men wear many names, many faces. Different faces, but always the same man. 

Yet no one knows the Great Pattern the Wheel weaves, or even the Pattern of an Age. We can only watch, and study, and hope." 

~Robert Jordan (Wheel of Time series)~

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This was my first story about SwaSan – I am not too sure if you could call it a story either – but that, my dear readers, is for you to decide. I had a couple of ideas, or rather more that two, to develop the story, but was not sure which to pick and which to discard, so I made a story out of all those ideas, the result is this slightly long winding narrative. But if you could bear with me and plod through the entire tale, especially through the plethora of names, till the end – I would be very happy. 

 When I had posted this as a one short (it still is one, though I have split it into a number of small chapters), in India Forums, I had called it as "Love: across time and beyond space" But when it came to posting it here, I wanted to change the title and yet, did not want to let go of the original one, either. Hence the compromise, a new title, with the old one as a tag.  I have also added quotes for each section and when I could not fit the opening quote, I simply placed it here, before this introduction - I just love it and it sort of sets the mood for the story too.

Since the whole story was posted as  a one short and I have split it into chapters, the length of each chapter is different and quite irregular, some are tiny, one is long at around 1200 words and the rest are about 500 words.

So if you do start this tale and complete it, please do let me know your thoughts – good, bad and ugly – all welcome.

love,

Nyna