Genre
fantasy
Setting and Context
a fictional world built on the idea of a wheel turning separating different ages in past and present, places called Two River, Tar Valon
Narrator and Point of View
Narrator: omniscient;
Point of view: third person
Tone and Mood
Adventurous, nightmarish
Protagonist and Antagonist
Protagonist: Rand al'Thor; Antagonist: the Dark One/Ba'alzamon
Major Conflict
Two Rivers fall under a sudden attack of creatures the town folk only heard of in stories, Trollocs and Fades, who work for the Dark One. It is revealed that the three main characters: Rand, Perrin and Mat are the cause, and they have to set out into the world with Aes Sedai Moiraine and her Warder, Lan, to find rescue.
Climax
Rand uses the Eye of the world to defeat the Trolloc army and bring down Ba'alzamon to rescue his friends, sealing his fate as the true dragon.
Foreshadowing
Right from the start it is foreshadowed that Rand is the chosen one, the one the Dark One wants, and the one who can wield the one power.
Understatement
Rand understates the danger of Mat carrying the dagger from Shadar Logoth even after discovering it, and noticing Mat's strange attachment to it.
Allusions
There are some similarities that show the influence of "The Lord of the Rings:
Misty Mountains-"The Lord of the Rings"
Mountains of Mist-"The Eye of the World"
Imagery
Visual imagery of the Blight:
"Where a leaf had been spotted black and mottled yellow before, now foliage fell wetly while he watched, breaking apart from the weight of its own corruption. The trees themselves were tortured, crippled things, twisted branches clawing at the sky as if begging mercy from some power that refused to hear."
Paradox
"...quiet lay heavy on the land."
Parallelism
"In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist."
Metonymy and Synecdoche
ta'veren- referring to Rand, Mat and Perrin as the three chosen by the wheel of time, the wheel of time weaves the destiny of all around them
Personification
"On the edge of the inn's tile roof perched a large raven, swaying a little in the gusting wind from the mountains. Its head was cocked to one side, and one beady, black eye was focused...on him, he thought."
