This screenplay adaptation of the prologue and chapter 1 from The Eye of the World, is a deliberate response to the Amazon adaptation of The Wheel of Time, which, for fans of Robert Jordan’s books, has been a disappointing, and indeed is an infuriating departure from the author’s original vision. We see the Amazon series as a drastic deviation from not only the heart of the books, altering characters, plotlines, and the fundamental tone in ways that, to us, compromise the integrity of Jordan’s work, but it is also a slap in the face of his legacy. This adaptation serves as a blueprint for a faithful translation of The Wheel of Time to television, one that respects the story’s core and demonstrates that staying true to the source material is not only possible but essential. This project was started in direct response to the Amazon TV show, and has lain dormant since then due to other responsibilities taking up my time, however, the advent of improved tools like ChatGPT has breathed new life into this and other writing projects I have been working on, some for literal decades by giving me essentialy free access to a professional editor. I use it for bouncing ideas off, organizng notes and research. But the sky is really the limit to the versatility of this tool. And I am just learning the capabilities of it. Is this cheating? Maybe..? I do t think so, but even if it is, it is absolutely helping me get the work done, so I’ll take any advantage I can get. Still, it is pretty terrible at having any natural feel or soul, so, I definitely have my work cut out for me with writing the actual dialogue and descriptions etc. And making sure it feels like the Wheel of Time, but it has been invaluable in formatting things, organizing information etc.
For this adaptation, I have preserved Jordan’s original dialogue as much as possible to capture the scene’s intensity and the poetic tragedy of Lews Therin Telamon’s story. Jordan’s voice, his prose, his sense of style and his rich and imaginatively detailed descriptions are a huge part of what we true fans of the books love about the work. Our goal is to honor the language and atmosphere Jordan created, immersing viewers in the haunting weight of his world rather than reshaping it to fit TV conventions. This prologue introduces viewers to the themes, mythology, and deep-seated tragedy of The Wheel of Time without compromising its unique tone and iconic imagery.
While this prologue uses much of Jordan’s dialogue verbatim, I acknowledge that as the longer adaptation progresses, some selective dialogue changes may become necessary. However, these adjustments will aim to clarify or adapt language for the screen while remaining faithful to Jordan’s intent and style. Unlike the Amazon series, which made sweeping changes to character arcs and plot elements, our adaptation will prioritize authenticity to Jordan’s narrative, ensuring that any adjustments are minimal and carefully considered to preserve the essence of the books. I feel one of the most important things missing from the Amazon series is that what they made just does not FEEL like the Wheel of Time. Characters are unrecognizable apart from sharing similar names. They act and speak in ways that are contrary to establish character arcs and histories, with completely different personalities, not to mention all the bloat and personal inclusions from the show runner and producers that take time away from canon story to push divisive modern day political agendas and ideologies at the expense of serving the story.
This adaptation emphasizes that a true-to-text Wheel of Time series is not only possible but viable as a television project. Through a faithful rendering, we aim to prove that The Wheel of Time can reach audiences without sacrificing what made the books special. Let’s explore in our discussion how this approach would engage new viewers while still honoring the story’s complexity, depth, and legacy for purist fans. As we examine this prologue adaptation, we’ll consider questions like: How does preserving Jordan’s dialogue affect the impact of this scene? What would a truly faithful adaptation bring to the screen that the Amazon series failed to capture? And, most importantly, how can an adaptation like this serve as a tribute to Robert Jordan’s legacy? Chapter one after the prolugue is much more condensed but I feel it still serves the main purpose that the book tackles, introducing some of the main characters, locations adn setting up tension that will continue to build as the story wends on.
Given the rich visual detail and the pacing that would be required to build tension and atmosphere for the filmic adaptation, I’d estimate the opening prologue scene would run approximately 6-8 minutes. Here’s a rough breakdown:
- Establishing Shots of the Ruined Palace (1 minute)
- Visuals of the destruction, bodies, scorch marks, and undisturbed masterworks. These shots would linger to establish mood and convey the aftermath of a horrific event.
- Lews Therin’s Introduction and Initial Wandering (1-2 minutes)
- Lews Therin’s search for Ilyena and his interactions with the setting, including calling out to her, seeing his reflection, and laughing. The pacing here would be slower to show his broken state and disconnect from reality.
- The Black-Clad Man’s Arrival and Dialogue Exchange (2-3 minutes)
- This includes Elan Morin’s appearance, Lews Therin’s confusion, and their conversation. Visual emphasis would likely be on the Black-Clad Man’s contempt and Lews Therin’s growing horror. With intense pauses and reactions, this section could be extended slightly to emphasize Lews Therin’s mental deterioration and the villain’s menace.
- Lews Therin’s Realization and Departure (1-2 minutes)
- His painful realization, scream, and decision to Travel would likely involve slower pacing, with intense shots capturing his emotional breakdown.
- The Creation of the Mountain (1 minute)
- The fiery eruption and forming of the mountain would be visually dramatic but quick, showing the impact of Lews Therin’s final act and the awe-inspiring destruction he leaves behind.
- Title Card and Narration (1 minute)
- The title/end cards with the Prophecy excerpts and narration voiceover would take about a minute.
In screenplay writing, a common rule of thumb is that each page roughly translates to one minute of screen time. Given our written drafts, we’ll also need to rely heavily on visual storytelling, especially to honor Robert Jordan’s richly detailed descriptions of characters, settings, and events. Jordan’s novels are lengthy, largely because of his descriptive prose; in a TV adaptation, however, we can faithfully convey these details by showing them, rather than through narration.
I’m aiming to minimize narration and direct exposition. When exposition is necessary, it will unfold naturally through character dialogue and interactions, not through narration. My goal is to reserve narration for titles or end cards—specifically for prophecies and contextual elements—and, where it makes sense, to have it spoken by Loial. This aligns with his role in the story as the in-universe author documenting the journeys of Rand, the Emond’s Field Five, and the events surrounding the Last Battle.
This approach allows us to keep the adaptation true to Jordan’s world, focusing on immersion and storytelling that respects both the source material and the visual strengths of the medium.
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This work is intended solely for personal use among club members and is not authorized or affiliated with Robert Jordan, the Jordan estate, or any official Wheel of Time adaptations or production companies.
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[Screenplay]
Pilot Episode – Scene 1 – Prologue
INT. RUINED PALACE – DAY
The palace trembles occasionally, as though remembering some recent devastation. Shafts of sunlight pierce through cracks in the walls, illuminating floating dust particles. The walls, floors, and ceiling are marked by scorch-marks and blistered murals.
Dead bodies lie scattered – men, women, and children – frozen mid-flight, fallen in terror.
ANGLE ON: Tapestries and masterwork paintings, untouched by the destruction, hang slightly askew. Elegant furnishings, inlaid with ivory and gold, remain standing or toppled by the buckled floors.
INT. HALLWAY – DAY
LEWS THERIN TELAMON, a tall man in his middle years, wanders through the destruction. His once-regal clothing, gray and scarlet with touches of gold, is torn and dust-covered. His eyes are dark and haunted, but he is unaware of the carnage that surrounds him.
He calls out
LEWS THERIN
(loudly)
Ilyena! My love, where are you?
He steps over the body of a woman with golden hair. Her beauty is marred by her death, her eyes wide with disbelief. Lews Therin’s gaze catches his reflection in a cracked mirror, his image distorted.
For a moment, he touches a symbol on his cloak: a circle half black, half white, divided by a sinuous line.
He chuckles softly, then begins to laugh, his laughter echoing through the empty halls.
INT. HALLWAY – DAY
The air behind Lews Therin shimmers and solidifies, revealing a BLACK-CLAD MAN, smaller than Lews Therin, dressed meticulously in black with white lace at his throat and silver on his boots. He steps carefully, disdainfully avoiding the dead bodies.
BLACK-CLAD MAN
Lord of the Morning, I have come for you.
Lews Therin’s laughter ceases abruptly. He turns, unperturbed, to face the man.
LEWS THERIN
(slightly dazed)
Ah, a guest. Have you the Voice, stranger? It will soon be time for the Singing, and all are welcome to take part.
The BLACK-CLAD MAN’s expression shifts, his eyes darting to the golden-haired woman’s body, then back to Lews Therin.
BLACK-CLAD MAN
(snarling)
Shai’tan take you, does the taint already have you so far in its grip?
LEWS THERIN
Raises his hand in a gesture as if to ward off evil
(shuddering)
That name…you mustn’t say that name. It is dangerous.
INT. HALLWAY – DAY
Lews Therin stares at his raised hand, lost in thought, before wiping it on his coat. He turns back to the BLACK-CLAD MAN.
LEWS THERIN
Who are you? What do you want?
BLACK-CLAD MAN
(arrogantly)
Once I was called Elan Morin Tedronai, but now—
LEWS THERIN
(barely a whisper)
Betrayer of Hope…
BLACK-CLAD MAN
(smirking)
Yes, Betrayer of Hope. So men named me, just as they named you Dragon. Unlike you, I embrace the name.
INT. HALLWAY – DAY
LEWS THERIN looks around the ruins with a faraway gaze.
LEWS THERIN
Ilyena should be here to offer a guest welcome. (calling out) Ilyena, where are you?
The BLACK-CLAD MAN scoffs, disdainful.
BLACK-CLAD MAN
Look at you. Once you stood first among the Servants. Once you wore the Ring of Tamyrlin, and sat in the High Seat. Once you summoned the Nine Rods of Dominion. Now look at you! A pitiful, shattered wretch. But it is not enough. You humbled me in the Hall of Servants. You defeated me at the Gates of Paaran Disen. But I am the greater, now. I will not let you die without knowing that. When you die, your last thought will be the full knowledge of your defeat, of how complete and utter it is. If I let you die at all.
LEWS THERIN
I cannot imagine what is keeping Illenya.
The BLACK-CLAD-MAN
A pity for you, That one of your Sisters is not here. I was never very skilled at Healing.
I follow a different power now. But even one of them could only give you a few lucid minutes, if you did not destroy her first. What I can do will serve as well, for my purposes. But I fear Shai’tan’s healing is different from the sort you know. Be healed, Lews Therin!
The BLACK-CLAD MAN lifts his hands. The light dims, casting a shadow over the palace. Lews Therin stares at him, uncomprehending, as pain consumes him. The BLACK-CLAD man is using some unseen magical force, the TRUE POWER on LEWS THERIN
LEWS THERIN
(screaming in agony)
EXT. PALACE – DAY
Lews Therin collapses to the ground, his body wracked with pain. His screams echo as he struggles to his knees, his gaze falling on the golden-haired woman. He stumbles toward her, pulling her body close.
LEWS THERIN
(crying)
Ilyena! Light help me, Ilyena! No…no…
The BLACK-CLAD MAN sneers, his voice cutting through Lews Therin’s grief.
BLACK-CLAD MAN
You can have her back, Kinslayer. The Great Lord of the Dark can make her live again if you will serve him.
Lews Therin looks up, his expression hardening, rage flooding his features.
LEWS THERIN
(voice like steel)
For Ilyena’s death, I will destroy you beyond anything your master can repair.
The Black-Clad-Man
Remember, you fool! Remember your futile attack on Great Lord of the Dark! Remember his counterstroke! Even now the Hundred Companions are tearing the world apart, and every day a hundred men more join them. What hand slew Ilyena Sunhair, Kinslayer? Not mine. What hand struck down every life that bore a drop of your blood, everyone who loved you, everyone you loved? Not mine, Kinslayer. Remember, and know the price of opposing Shai’tan!
LEWS THERIN
Stumbles as Comprehension overwhelms him. He howls in agony
Light Forgive me!
INT. SCORCHED HALL – DAY
LEWS THERIN TELAMON stands, trembling. His face is contorted with pain and despair. He looks upward, drawing on the True Source with every ounce of his being, his hands reaching toward the heavens.
CLOSE ON: LEWS THERIN’S FACE
Sweat pours down his face. His skin glows faintly, as if burning from within. He pulls more of the One Power, his voice ragged with anguish.
LEWS THERIN
(hoarse, desperate)
Light, forgive me! Ilyena!
ANGLE ON: AIR AROUND LEWS THERIN
The air shimmers, then ignites, surrounding him with blinding, liquid light.
EXT. SKY ABOVE – DAY
A massive BOLT OF LIGHT blasts down from the heavens, striking Lews Therin with unimaginable force, a white-hot connection between earth and sky.
INT. SCORCHED HALL – DAY
The bolt blazes through Lews Therin, channeling straight into the ground. His body dissolves into the light, becoming one with it.
EXT. LANDSCAPE – DAY
Where Lews Therin stood, the earth quivers and cracks under the pressure. Stone vaporizes instantly, and a shockwave rocks the land.
CLOSE ON: EARTH’S SURFACE
The ground trembles and molten rock explodes from the earth, rising hundreds of feet into the air, a volcanic fountain of fiery lava.
WIDE SHOT – MOUNTAIN GROWING
The earth writhes in agony, heaving and thrashing like a wounded beast. The lava thrusts higher and higher, a mountain forming, stretching ever skyward.
EXT. FOREST – DAY
The wind howls, racing in from all directions. Trees snap and splinter, uprooted in the violent gusts, as if the wind itself urges the mountain upward.
ANGLE ON: MOUNTAIN PEAK
The mountain continues to grow, thrusting skyward, lava spewing from its peak.
LONG SHOT – NEW LANDSCAPE
Finally, the earth stills, its rumblings quieting to uneasy tremors. Where Lews Therin once stood, a towering mountain now reaches toward the heavens, its broken peak still glowing with lava.
EXT. RIVER – DAY
The broad, straight river nearby has been reshaped by the force, curving around the mountain’s base and forming a long island in its center. The shadow of the mountain stretches out, ominous and foreboding.
EXT. MOUNTAIN – DAY
TRANSITION:
EXT. MOUNTAIN PEAK – DAY
The new mountain looms where Lews Therin Telamon fell, smoking and fierce, a monument to his madness and a stark reminder of the Breaking of the World. The air shimmers with heat waves, yet an unnatural chill permeates the air.
ANGLE ON: THE BLACK-CLAD MAN
Standing on the newly formed island, in the shadow of the just born mountain, he stares at it with a mixture of fury and resigned but grim satisfaction.
BLACK-CLAD MAN
(darkly)
You cannot escape so easily, Dragon. It is not done between us. It will not be done until the end of Time.
He opens a GATEWAY, a thin vertical line of silver light that appears from nowhere, and seems to rotate into an opening into another place, he steps through and vanishes as the GATEWAY closes behind him, leaving only the distant smoking mountain.
FADE TO BLACK.
TITLE CARD:
And the Shadow fell upon the Land, and the World was riven stone from stone. The oceans fled, and the mountains were swallowed up, and the nations were scattered to the eight corners of the World. The moon was as blood, and the sun was as ashes. The seas boiled, and the living envied the dead. All was shattered, and all but memory lost, and one memory above all others, of him who brought the Shadow and the Breaking of the World. And him they named Dragon.
(from Aleth nin Taerin alta Camora The Breaking of the World. Author unknown, the Fourth Age)
NARRATOR (V.O.):
And it came to pass in those days, as it had come before and would come again, that the Dark lay heavy on the land and weighed down the hearts of men, and the green things failed, and hope died. And men cried out to the Creator, saying, O Light of the Heavens, Light of the World, let the Promised One be born of the mountain, according to the prophecies, as he was in ages past and will be in ages to come. Let the Prince of the Morning sing to the land that green things will grow and the valleys give forth lambs. Let the arm of the Lord of the Dawn shelter us from the Dark, and the great sword of justice defend us. Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time.
(from Charal Drianaan to Calamon, The Cycle of the Dragon. Author unknown, the Fourth Age)
FADE OUT.
BLACK NARRATOR (V.O.)
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.
EXT. TWO RIVERS – WESTWOOD – EARLY MORNING
The wind slices through the Westwood, a dense forest, with a simple dirt cart road widning through the trees, the wind blusters through, catching on bare branches and stirring patches of frost on the ground. The morning sunlight is pale, the air sharp with the lingering chill of winter.
Two figures walk along Quarry Road. RAND AL’THOR, a tall, red-haired young man with a bow in hand and an arrow nocked, strides next to a cart pulled by a shaggy brown mare, BELA. Rand’s CLOAK whips sharply in the gusts.
Across the cart, TAM AL’THOR Rand’s father walks with calm, measured steps, using a SPEAR as a walking stick. Occasionally, he pats Bela’s side to keep her moving.
RAND
(calling over the cart)
Father, the air feels strange today… When will this Winter ever end?
TAM
(laughing lightly)
It’s only the wind, lad. But keep that bow ready just the same. The long cold this year has no doubt driven Wolves down from the mountains. And bears, too.
Rand shivers, casting a glance around at the forest that seems to close in around them. He tightens his grip on his bow.
RAND
I’d feel better if spring felt like spring. Doesn’t feel right.
TAM
Even the best Wisdom can’t change the weather. No doubt Nynaeve will be up in arms over the long winter. Just be glad we’ve made it this far. I promised Master al’Vere some of the finest cider and brandy in the Two Rivers.
RAND
(nods, looking ahead)
It’s been so long since we were in the village. Bel Tine feels like it crept up on us. I wish we’d stayed home today.
TAM
(stoic, glancing at Rand)
The cider and the brandy, Rand. Promised them both to the Winespring Inn for the celebration. Even wolves won’t keep me from making good on my word.
Rand nods, feeling reassured by his father’s calm, and perhaps a little chagrined for suggesting his Father not keep his word to make Rand’s life more comfortable. Rand gazes down the path ahead thoughtful as the wind tugging at his cloak again, almost pulling him aong the road.
TAM
And you’ll get to see Egwene.
Rand’s face reddens slightly, though he tries to keep his voice steady.
RAND
I don’t know. She makes me feel so jumpy… like I don’t know what I’m saying half the time.
Tam chuckles, a distant look in his eyes, and smiles knowingly, walking along beside Bela.
TAM
A lad’s heart and a lass’s smile are just about the oldest story there is.
Rand looks down, slightly embarrassed, but he can’t help smiling.
RAND’S POV: THE FOREST BEHIND
The trees stand silent, with only the wind moving between them, but Rand glances back, feeling an unsettling prickle on his neck.
EXT. QUARRY ROAD – DAY
As they move along, Rand glances over the cart to look at his father, taking in Tam’s calm, grounded demeanor.
TAM
(lightly)
You’re a head taller than I am now, lad, but does me good that you still look to me for reassurance.
RAND
(slightly sheepish)
I don’t know why I feel so strange. It just feels… wrong today. Like there are eyes in the trees watching us.
Tam gives Rand a reassuring smile, though his face is thoughtful.
Suddenly, Rand stops, staring over his shoulder, his face going pale. Tam doesn’t notice and he and BELLA continue moving down the road.
RAND’S POV: A DARK FIGURE
A cloaked figure on a black horse stands on the shadowed path behind them, distant but unmistakable. The figure’s cloak is still, unnaturally unaffected by the wind, hanging perfectly still though the leaves blow by past the figure. The face within the hood is shrouded in shadow.
EXT. QUARRY ROAD – DAY
Rand stares, transfixed.
RAND
(breathless, murmuring)
A rider… following us.
RAND starts alert again from his staring, and glances around for TAM, calling out
Father!
RAND turns back again hurriedly, to look again but the rider has vanished. Only the empty road stretches out behind them.
TAM
(concerned)
Are you all right, lad?
RAND
(voice shaking)
There was a rider… back there. A man in a black cloak, on a black horse. He was watching us.
Tam looks down the road, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully.
TAM
A man in a black cloak, you say? What was he doing?
RAND
Nothing… he didn’t move. He just looked at me. It felt like he hated me.
Tam frowns, his gaze lingering on the empty path. He exhales loudly, slowly.
TAM
The mind plays tricks lad, especially on a day like this. But if there was anyone there, he’ll have left tracks.
He starts toward the rear of the cart, spear in hand.
RAND
(worried)
No, there’s no need… really, father. Let’s just get to Emond’s Field.
Tam studies him a moment, then nods, stepping back beside Bela.
TAM
Perhaps you’re right. No point chasing shadows.
Rand watches the empty road for a moment longer, his face tense, before they continue down the path together.
EXT. TOWN SQUARE – DAY
Tam and Rand arrive at the village of EMOND’s FIELD, and stop at the GREEN, where villagers bustle about, preparing for Bel Tine. The village is quaint, but peaceful and tidy, lumber framed homes with thatched roofs, they steer the cart toward the Winespring Inn, a large, welcoming building with a whitewashed second story and a distinct red-tiled roof, the only tiled roof in the village.
Standing outside is BRAN AL’VERE, the village Mayor, his face breaking into a broad smile as he sees them approach.
BRAN
(shouting out)
Tam al’Thor! The Light shine on you! And on you, young Rand! Thought you weren’t coming this year.
RAND
(sheepish)
The Light shine on you, Master al’Vere.
Bran claps Tam on the shoulder as they pull the cart to a stop.
TAM
The Light shine on you, Bran. I promised you some of the finest cider and brandy in the Two Rivers, and here it is.
Bran laughs warmly.
BRAN
Then the Light truly shines today!
EXT. WINESPRING INN – BESIDE THE CART – DAY
As Rand hops down to begin unloading, MAT CAUTHON, a wiry young man with a shaggy mop of hair and a mischievous glint in his eyes, suddenly appears, crouching beside the cart and glancing around to avoid being seen. He whispers to Rand.
MAT
(whispering, grinning)
Rand! You won’t believe it. Dav and I caught a badger, big and mean as a bull! We’re gonna let it loose on the Green. Watch the girls scream!
Rand chuckles, though he rolls his eyes exaggeratedly and glances at the cider barrels he still needs to unload.
RAND
You’re mad, Mat! I promised to help with the cider. Tam wouldn’t be too happy if I ran off now.
Mat rolls his own eyes dramatically, feigning disappointment.
MAT
(half-joking)
Burn me, Rand, you’d rather tote barrels than see the girls run?
Rand grins, about to respond, when a voice interrupts them.
TAM
(turning to face them)
Matrim Cauthon! I see you’ve come to lend a hand with the unloading.
Mat straightens up quickly, flashing an innocent grin.
MAT
(quickly)
Ah… yes, Master al’Thor. I was just offering.
Tam chuckles, playfully clapping Mat on the shoulder.
TAM
Well, I’d hate to turn away such generous help. Clearly, you came here of your own free will just to help us out.
Mat sighs, his face falling slightly, but he takes it in stride, grabbing a cider barrel.
MAT
(grumbling with a grin)
Of course, Master al’Thor. Happy to help.
INT. WINESPRING INN – CELLAR – DAY
Rand and Mat carry barrels down into the cool, dimly lit cellar. Mat notices Rand’s distracted expression and nudges him.
MAT
You look like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s got you all twisted?
RAND
(hesitant)
Mat, I saw… something on the way here. A man in a black cloak on a black horse, just following us. And his cloak… it didn’t move in the wind.
Mat’s grin fades, his face going pale.
MAT
(lowering his voice)
Three days, it’s been. I’ve seen him too. Just outside the village, in the shadows of the trees, but my da thinks I’m jumping at those shadows.
Rand nods, breathing deeply.
RAND
He was watching me… like he hated me. It’s… I can’t shake the feeling.
Mat swallows, his voice tense.
MAT
I swear, Rand, it’s no ordinary man. I thought maybe he was the Dark One himself.
Rand looks away, shivering at the thought.
RAND
(recites as if by rote)The Dark One and all the Forsaken are bound in Shayol Ghul, beyond the Great Blight. Bound at the moment of Creation, until the end of Time.
They exchange a glance, both unsettled, before resuming the work in silence.
EXT. TOWN SQUARE – DAY
Back in the square, CENN BUIE, the town thatcher has joined BRAN and TAM, leans on his walking stick, muttering darkly as he watches villagers decorate.
CENN BUIE
No storks nesting this year. It’s a bad sign. This Bel Tine isn’t like the others.
BRAN
(sighing), Cenn Buie, Leave off. You’ll spook everyone with your doom-talk.
Rand glances toward a pretty dark haired young girl EGWENE, who stands helping her mother near the inn. He quickly looks down, flushing.
MAT
(grinning)
Careful there, Rand. You keep staring like that, people will start talking.
Rand blushes, ducking his head.
FADE OUT
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