Grayson stood in the middle of the tiny inn. He moved as the door fell from it's hinges, the flames still consuming it's wood. People were screaming, people were burning.
He ran outside and saw horsemen with torches. They were lighting all the little building they saw. Burning little children and women, killing the men with the sword.
Grayson's anger rose. He let out a shout, the riders turned. The sky filled with lighnting, it burst open with a torent of rain. The rain began to kill the fire, the lightning began to kill the horsemen.
People looked in awe and fear as the Aes Seadi took Grayson away some two weeks later. Word had spred, Grayson could channel. He was to be an experiment, to see if men could learn in the Tower of Wyrd as well as the Tower of Will.
He worked three hard years to get away from the white of Novice, and he did. He had also discovered one of his talents: Cloud Dancing. He was strong in the power, strongest in earth and fire.
He would work hard until he was able to wear the shawl, then, he would be a Green. Probably the first male Green ever.