Stop Running...It's You You're Running From.
Raistlin laid his hand on Palin's shoulder. "I said that one day you would become the greatest mage who ever lived. You fulfilled my prophecy, Nephew. Magius himself was never able to cast that spell. I am proud of you."
"But the book is destroyed..."
"It doesn't matter." Raistlin said, then shrugged. "Does it, Nephew?" Raistlin waited for the realization to work its way through Palin's mind.
Palin stared, still not understanding. Then the meaning of what his uncle had told him penetrated, struck him to his very soul. "There is no more magic in the world..."
"Not as you know it. There may be other magic. It is up to you to find it." Fizban said gently. "Now is begun what will be known on Krynn as the Age of Mortals. It will be the final age, I think. The final, the longest, and perhaps, the best. Farewell, my son. Farewell, my daughter."
Fizban shook hands. Then he turned to Raistlin. "Well are you coming? I don't have all day. you know. Got to go build another world. Let's see. How did that go? You take a bit of dirt and mix in some bat guano..." Raistlin was surprised by the offer, but then he should realize by now that the Old One loved to keep him off guard. He had wanted to go back to his long sleep, but perhaps this was better. To search, to see a new world born. How many humans could say they had been granted such? "Good-bye Palin. Take care of your parents." Raistlin turned to Usha. "Farewell, Child of the Irda. YOu not only avenged your people, you redeemed them." He glanced at the dejected Palin. "Have you told him the truth yet? It will cheer him up considerably, I think."
"Not yet, but I will." Usha answered. "I promise, Uncle,' She added shly.
Raistlin smiled. "Good-bye." He said again. Leaning on the staff, he and Fizban turned and walked across the field, where lay the dead.
"Uncle!" Palin called desperately. "The gods are gone! What will we do now that we are alone?"
Raistlin paused, glanced back. His skin gleamed pale gold in the light of the strange stars; his golden eyes burned.
"You are not alone, Nephew. Steel Brightblade said it for you. You have each other." He turned once again joining Fizban in the walk along the field full of death. "What now, Old One? What do you have in mind with this new world of yours?"
The other man grinned and his eyes gleamed for the first time since the Chaos War had begun. "If I told you, my son, where would the fun be?" Raistlin smiled, since he had really not expected any other answer.
They joined the other gods and then it wasn't long before they said their last to Krynn. He particularly enjoyed that Takhisis seemed very bothered by the fact he was going along. This might be fun after all if the great Queen was not pleased. Everything happened so quickly that the young, well perhaps only young in appearance, mage wasn't exactly certain what had transpired.
He opened his eyes and at first, though he sensed something wasn't quite right, he took in his surroundings. A beach, that wasn't exactly what he expected, but if they were building a new world then certainly water would be needed. Though where was the darkness of beginning, the words of creation? And he glanced up realizing it was night with a full moon...and only one moon? He laughed softly, perhaps she had been angry then he thought, for certainly this wasn't where he was supposed to end up? He glanced down into the water. Luckily there was just enough light for him to see his reflection. He fell back as if running from something. It couldn't be, could it? His reflection had been normal, and as he glanced around none of the trees decayed in his sight. This wasn't possible! He had long been under the impression that life could no longer truly surprise him. It was disturbing to find otherwise.
It was when he heard a noise coming from slightly behind him that he finally stood and quickly turned to face whoever, or whatever, it might be for certainly the Queen wasn't done with her revenge?
(OOC: All statements in italics come from the novel Dragons of Summer Flame. He will be speaking English(called Common on his world). Any other needed information should be on his Wiki or in his journal. PLEASE let the first person explain and the rest find him adjusting. Also, late tags...slowtime are all good *smiles*.)
"But the book is destroyed..."
"It doesn't matter." Raistlin said, then shrugged. "Does it, Nephew?" Raistlin waited for the realization to work its way through Palin's mind.
Palin stared, still not understanding. Then the meaning of what his uncle had told him penetrated, struck him to his very soul. "There is no more magic in the world..."
"Not as you know it. There may be other magic. It is up to you to find it." Fizban said gently. "Now is begun what will be known on Krynn as the Age of Mortals. It will be the final age, I think. The final, the longest, and perhaps, the best. Farewell, my son. Farewell, my daughter."
Fizban shook hands. Then he turned to Raistlin. "Well are you coming? I don't have all day. you know. Got to go build another world. Let's see. How did that go? You take a bit of dirt and mix in some bat guano..." Raistlin was surprised by the offer, but then he should realize by now that the Old One loved to keep him off guard. He had wanted to go back to his long sleep, but perhaps this was better. To search, to see a new world born. How many humans could say they had been granted such? "Good-bye Palin. Take care of your parents." Raistlin turned to Usha. "Farewell, Child of the Irda. YOu not only avenged your people, you redeemed them." He glanced at the dejected Palin. "Have you told him the truth yet? It will cheer him up considerably, I think."
"Not yet, but I will." Usha answered. "I promise, Uncle,' She added shly.
Raistlin smiled. "Good-bye." He said again. Leaning on the staff, he and Fizban turned and walked across the field, where lay the dead.
"Uncle!" Palin called desperately. "The gods are gone! What will we do now that we are alone?"
Raistlin paused, glanced back. His skin gleamed pale gold in the light of the strange stars; his golden eyes burned.
"You are not alone, Nephew. Steel Brightblade said it for you. You have each other." He turned once again joining Fizban in the walk along the field full of death. "What now, Old One? What do you have in mind with this new world of yours?"
The other man grinned and his eyes gleamed for the first time since the Chaos War had begun. "If I told you, my son, where would the fun be?" Raistlin smiled, since he had really not expected any other answer.
They joined the other gods and then it wasn't long before they said their last to Krynn. He particularly enjoyed that Takhisis seemed very bothered by the fact he was going along. This might be fun after all if the great Queen was not pleased. Everything happened so quickly that the young, well perhaps only young in appearance, mage wasn't exactly certain what had transpired.
He opened his eyes and at first, though he sensed something wasn't quite right, he took in his surroundings. A beach, that wasn't exactly what he expected, but if they were building a new world then certainly water would be needed. Though where was the darkness of beginning, the words of creation? And he glanced up realizing it was night with a full moon...and only one moon? He laughed softly, perhaps she had been angry then he thought, for certainly this wasn't where he was supposed to end up? He glanced down into the water. Luckily there was just enough light for him to see his reflection. He fell back as if running from something. It couldn't be, could it? His reflection had been normal, and as he glanced around none of the trees decayed in his sight. This wasn't possible! He had long been under the impression that life could no longer truly surprise him. It was disturbing to find otherwise.
It was when he heard a noise coming from slightly behind him that he finally stood and quickly turned to face whoever, or whatever, it might be for certainly the Queen wasn't done with her revenge?
(OOC: All statements in italics come from the novel Dragons of Summer Flame. He will be speaking English(called Common on his world). Any other needed information should be on his Wiki or in his journal. PLEASE let the first person explain and the rest find him adjusting. Also, late tags...slowtime are all good *smiles*.)