Author's Note: I thought I'd try and write a weird little Dragonlance fanfic. Now I don't own anything from Dragonlance and I don't presume to think that I'm good writer at all. Yeah and I've decided to insert well a girl of course in the story. I actually am thinking of integrating Terry Brooks's work on the Shannara stuff into this story. Plus just so you know Raistlin has like totally isolated himself in his Tower when he came out of the portal with Caramon and Crysania (yes I know that's not how the story goes but this is just a fanfic so calm down everyone). Yeah and you know I added Tanis in cause I like him he's funny. Oh yeah special note to Dalamar Nightson (not the character in the book) I will be adding well the real Dalamar in, just not sure when so be patient.
Running madly through the forests she tried vainly to find her way. She couldn't remember anything; all she could remember was how scared she was. She hadn't a vainest idea how she had come to appear in this place. She wasn't sure where she was and all she wanted to do was to get home to her family. Well they weren't exactly her family but they were as close to a family that she had. Tripping she fell down a hill landing at the bottom of a small hill a lake not far from her sparkling in the moon's light. Moon's, there were three moons in the sky! She wasn't anywhere near her home, last she had checked where she lived there was only one moon and it wasn't any weird color like black or red.
"Where'd she go?" rough yet soft voice shouted from behind her and up the hill.
The men she had offended were still chasing her. She hadn't meant to. All she had asked was where she was. She hadn't thought that it would cause such a stir in events. What was it that she had done to upset them so? Shaking her head she decided that it would be best if she weren't here to find out about it. She ran to hide behind a boulder not far from where she had landed. From her hiding spot she watched as the men came into her range of sight. They were talking too hurriedly for her to understand what they were saying. But she did hear one of the men ordered that they spilt up saying that it covers more ground that way. Scared even more she pressed her body up against the boulder hoping that she could somehow share in its protectiveness in the darkness.
When they had all but left one of the men behind, the man who had actually told them to divide there numbers was standing all by himself in the darkness. The light from the strange moons showed trouble creased on his once young face. She couldn't help but notice he wore an expression showing much pain, as though a terrible burden had been placed on his shoulders a while ago. Maybe he had lost someone that he loved greatly and he was trying to hide it from the others. He hadn't worn that expression at that house in the tree; he had been fierce and terrifying to her. He must've let his guard down out in the darkness with no one around. He almost seemed as though he was about ready to cry. It tore her heart but not enough that she would come out from her hiding place.
"Caramon!" a woman's voice shouted from above the hill.
From her hiding spot she watched the woman run down to meet this Caramon embracing him she then quickly pulled back, "Did you find her?"
"No but every capable man in Solace is looking for her," the man named Caramon whispered to the woman holding her loosely with one arm, "I shouldn't have scared her but it was so surprising Tika. It can't be, you can't honestly stand here beside me and say it again."
"Caramon you saw the way her eyes took you in she has to be the one we've been waiting for," the woman Tika pleaded with what was obviously her husband, "Just as Paladine said, she would come by a means even unknown to herself, that the dark one in the tower would finally come out to collect her. That a new dark threat that only she can destroy would come from across the sea to rip-"
"I know what Paladine told us Tika!" he snapped walking a couple steps away from her shaking his head he sighed and replied, "Tika I'm sorry. Its just what if…what if she really is well you know…"
"I don't know Caramon I wish I did," she whispered coming up beside her husband taking his hand in hers.
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. These people had known that she would be coming here, but how? How could they know that she was coming? It was true though just as the woman had said she didn't even know how she had gotten here. This was becoming all too confusing for her she had to get home to her family.
As quietly as she could she began to creep away from the two people and once far away enough that she thought she could run she tripped over a dog. Falling harshly to the ground she cried out and the dog barked at her repeatedly. She could hear the two from before running to the sound, leading them towards her. She was scared and her first instinct was to run away. Getting to her feet with much difficulty she tried running only to find out the hard way that she had sprained her ankle. She fell again, this time the man and woman, Caramon and Tika saw her fall. They rushed to her. She didn't know what they wanted from her but she wasn't about to find out she crawled away only to find that her way was blocked by a pair of feet. Looking up she saw that it was a man with pointed ears and slanted eyes looking down at her with a stunned look. He was that man who had stood by Caramon in the house in a tree. He was the one who tried to calm Caramon back at the house tree.
"Calm down no one's going to hurt you," he whispered softly bending down to get a look at her ankle.
She couldn't help but push away from him. She kept backing away from the three strangers a look of fear engraved onto her face. Tears brimming her eyes she found that she was shaking uncontrollably. The man with pointed ears and slanted eyes came casually towards her.
"I just want to check if your ankle's okay I swear," he stated coming slowly towards her, "May I please look at it you want it to be broken would you? We wouldn't want you to be in more pain then you obviously already are."
"What if you hurt me?" she asked in a soft voice.
"I'm half elf that means I treasure life," he stated with a warm smile, "If you hurt your ankle to a point where it may be useless later would greatly sadden me."
She nodded for him to look at it. He gently pulled her boot of and pant leg up just enough so that he could check her ankle. Prodding it and moving it as gently as he could look occasionally up at her to see that she was okay. She was grimacing every time he poked it or moved it but she was still too afraid to pull away. Scared that she might do more damage to it. She had discarded her fear in concern for her ankle. That's what kept her still as he did his work. He was trying real hard to make sure not to hurt her she could tell by the way he was concentrating hard on her frail ankle. Finally after a lot of uncomfortable poking and moving around he let her foot go and put her shoe and pant leg back on.
"It's just sprained but it's a bad one and you have to stay off it," he said with a little smile to ease her pain, "Now come on let me help you up we'll take you back to the inn and I promise we will explain why we were so shocked to see you and why we are worried about your coming. It's hopefully not so bad, but we can always expect trouble when Caramon's involved with us."
"Come on Tanis your giving her a bad impression of me!" Caramon whined hitting Tanis playfully on the arm, "Come on, Tika and I'll lead the way you just help the young lady walking up that little hill."
The man Tanis helped her walk. He mainly carried her half the time wanting to make sure she wouldn't hurt her ankle anymore then it already was. She was so weak from her adrenaline rush not to mention she hadn't eaten anything that day anyways that she allowed him to pretty much carrying her all the way. When they were getting closer to the 'inn' she began to feel herself becoming uneasy. Something was wrong, but she couldn't place what it was. Something bad was going to happen and for a strange reason she felt it was her fault. Someone was coming just as Caramon and Tika said would happen. Looking to the man Tanis she poked him signaling to look at her.
When he was looking at her she sheepishly whispered, "I'm in trouble aren't I?"
"Why would you think that?" Tanis asked surprise on his face.
"Look I know that you all know that I'm not from around here that I'm from some other place," she stated becoming dizzy as she talked, "I know that I don't belong here and if I did I would have just lived here instead of living where I came from. Something's wrong and its cause of me. I don't belong here and I'm sorry."
"Different place I should hardly say that's an understatement," an old raspy voice sounded from behind her and Tanis, "more like another world."
Turning around Tanis and her saw a stooped man standing behind them. He wore long black robes and his hood was concealing his face. She felt weird as she examined what kind of man he was. She saw that he carried a staff but couldn't see anymore then that. He looked old and sounded it too.
"World?" she stated softly.
"Yes world must I repeat myself," he hissed, "Tanis help her into the inn and Caramon stop staring and get inside. There is much too discuss."
"Discuss?" she said softly watching the black robed man intently, "Discuss what? Are you going to help me get home?"
"No cause you don't belong there and your not going back there ever again so discard that thought right now," he stated his voice so raspy she felt as though she was being scolded for burning dinner, "Now lets all go inside where its warm and I'm not eligible to catching some cold out here."
Walking right by she caught a glimpse of his hand holding the staff and was repulsed to see that it was gold. How could that be? What kind of messed up world had she landed into? World? How is that even possible? What troubled her the most was that if he had gold hands what if….
Tanis and Caramon helped her up the stairs to speed up the progress not wanting to anger the black robed man anymore then he was. After hitting her head she sighed and finally conceded to letting Caramon carry her up the stairs. Shivering once she entered the inn she saw that the once buzzing inn was now empty. Had the woman Tika told everyone to get out? If so, why? Caramon sat her down beside the black robed man patting her head as though he knew her to be a small child from his past. She felt uncomfortable near the black robed man but there was nothing she could. She had to rest her ankle or she could hurt it more just as Tanis had told her.
"My gods you're so pale and look how wide your eyes!" Tika stated coming up in front of her causing her to jump slightly, "Now tell me what you've eaten today."
"Well uh nothing really," she whispered blushing from the attention, "I did have a granola bar at lunch."
"Well that's not nearly enough," Tika stated smiling cheerfully at her making her feel a little bit better, "I'm going to go and make you some spiced potatoes there the best that we have. Caramon get her some ale to warm her up. The poor thing must be cold to the bone and not to mention scared."
"Tika look at her she doesn't even look like she knows what ale is?" Tanis stated setting a glass of steaming water in front of her, "There you go this'll do just as fine its heated and sweetened so it'll warm you up and taste good. I'll come and help you in the kitchen Tika, Caramon how about you go and get some more firewood your running low in here."
All of them left her alone with the black robed man. They didn't seem to get along with him because they didn't even offer him anything like they were offering her. He must be lonely she thought silently. He didn't bother to even acknowledge her even though it seemed as though he was only here because of her.
She tried to put her ankle up to elevate it but she only succeeded in unbalancing herself and falling roughly to the floor. She skinned her hand and hit her foot on the chair that she was trying to put it on. It hurt a lot but she was determined to not show any more weakness then she had already shown these people. She tried getting back into the chair but fell again. She looked up and saw that the man in the black robes was watching her. She was taken aback by it at first, but she resolved to get into the seat beside him on her own. Struggling and falling two more times she finally was able to get into the seat.
"Your stubborn just like your mother," he stated in that raspy voice of his, showing her a slight sort of bitter smile, "She was beautiful you know that don't you?"
"You knew my mother?" she asked softly, "How?"
"A long time ago you could say we were friends," he said that bitter smile retreating to his voice, "You haven't bothered to introduce yourself by the way that's incredibly rude. Didn't they teach you any manners in that home of yours."
"Yeah well you haven't introduced yourself either mister!" she snapped back glaring at him, "So don't try that crap with me its not as though I'm three or something I am a teenager! Trust me you don't want a crabby teenage girl!"
"I don't," he stated amused by some private thought of his.
"Yeah you don't!" she said strongly glaring at him, "So what's your name?"
"You seriously think I'm going to tell you," he said laughing at her, though his laugh sounded as though he was choking on something, "My and I thought that you might have some brain cells unlike your mother."
"Hey!" she shouted bawling her hands into fists, "Look don't try and think that you know me cause guess what you don't! And don't you ever, ever say anything about my mother!"
"Or what?" he murmured.
"Well I can see have a civil conversation with you is wasted!" she shouted standing on her good foot and hopping away from him to the outside, By the way you might want to take your own advice and learn some manners mister, cause if I'm rude then I guess I can see where I could end up like you."
"It seems the young lady has some bite to her Raistlin," Tika stated sharply holding food recently come from the kitchen, "Good cause then you'll have some trouble with her have fun with that."
"We'll see Tika," Raistlin whispered to himself.
She was angry; he was treating her as though she was three. But she wasn't she was almost 18 years old and she deserved some respect. Even if she knew so little of where she was. She still had feelings. She felt so stranded here. Everything around her was foreign and she was scared. She was afraid of everyone here and yet all she wanted to do right now was be alone even though even in that room with all those people she was alone. Looking over the railing she smiled feeling the wind's breeze on her face. Feeling relaxed she smiled reminiscing of her life back home.
"Hey what you doing out here all alone?" Caramon's now calm strong voice stated from behind her, "You okay? Raistlin didn't say anything to offend you did he? He tends to do that to everyone you get used to it."
"I feel like he wants to kill me rather then even talk to me," she whispered.
"Yeah that'd be Raistlin," Caramon stated putting the fire logs down in a basket outside the door. Coming up beside her he placed his big hand on her little child like one, "Don't worry though you've interested him enough to bring him out of his Tower. Personally I'm thankful. I know nobodies had a chance to tell you yet but him and I are twins."
"Your not kidding are you?" she asked softly looking down.
"No I'm not he is my brother and I'll be there for him even if he's not there for me," Caramon stated wrapping his arm around her bringing her into a hug, "Look I promise whatever reason you're here I swear I'll protect you. Me and Tanis both I promise."
"This is so stupid I just want to go home," she softly said.
She had no one else to turn to and all she really wanted was to have someone near to hold her and let her cry. So she did she cried into his strong muscular physique holding onto him as though if she let go she would fall away. That she would lose herself more then she had. Even though her heart was being torn out being in this foreign place.
"Come on don't worry," he whispered soothingly stroking her hair, "You must be starving, lets get some food into that stick like body of yours."
Smiling she nodded wiping away the last of her tears, "Thank you."
"Yeah well I still owe you from scaring the crap out of you when we first met you," he stated blushing a little, "Sorry about that by the way."
She couldn't help but laugh as they entered the inn. Smiling she felt better that she was here. Before she had felt unwanted and only wanted to get away, now she felt better and she wanted another crack at this Raistlin. Sharp tongued and a bit thick headed she was going to make sure to show him what a real teenage girl could be like. He hadn't seen hell yet, no matter what the others would say.
"I see that you found her Caramon probably crying outside like the little girl she is," Raistlin murmured sipping at a cup in front of him.
"Completely the opposite she came upon me crying I stubbed my toe and it brought tears to my eyes," he said leading her to a chair seated across from Raistlin, "Now lets all play along and I mean you Raistlin cause I have a feeling that you know exactly why this young lady is in our world."
"You never belonged there just as you don't belong here," he whispered casually his cloaked head looking at her, "It's a matter of fact that you didn't fit in at your school back in your home. That you switched from family to family being the orphan you are. Finally you thought you found a home and people you thought you could call a family but they were murdered you were the only survivor. Ever since then the kids have taken it upon themselves to call you cursed."
"How do you know all that?" she asked looking down at the table.
"Its my job to know about others before they know me," he replied.
"I know it was my fault that they were killed but please can you say it with a little more respect for the fact that they gave there lives for me," she stated delicately.
"What do you mean?" Raistlin asked.
"Don't even try and act as though you don't know," her eyes came up sharply and she fixed him with her deadly glare, "If you know all that other stuff I'm sure you know the rest!"
"I do but it'd be nice for you to talk instead of myself," he said taking a final drink of his awful smelling tea, "So continue."
"The murderers were playing with them," she whispered softly looking down at her hands, "They were asking me should this one die should that one. They asked me which should die first and it hurt my heart. I loved this family they didn't deserve all this pain. I remember getting smacked by one of them I hit the floor so hard I thought I had lost it. But I hadn't but they thought I was out. Well I heard one say 'we've don't what he said to do now lets go before they find out. She'll know on her own that it was cause of her that they all died and if not I'm sure someone will tell her it.' It hurt a lot when they were finally gone I cried till I could cry no more. I knew they were all dead and it was my fault."
"Oh you poor thing," Tika whispered sitting down beside her, "That must've been horrible."
"Stop coddling her Tika we don't have time for sympathies," Raistlin snapped.
"You know what if you know all this stuff then you can tell them cause I'm going home right now!" she yelled getting on her good foot she grabbed his staff that he had leaned against the wall and walked away with it.
They watched her go with the staff slamming the door on her way out. All were quiet within the inn shock on all of their faces.
"Raistlin how is that possible?" Tanis asked switching his gaze to Raistlin, "You told us that no one could touch that staff except you."
"It seems that she really has returned from the dead Caramon," Raistlin stated laughing a little, "She's the one Paladine told us to watch out for."
"I was hoping she wasn't," Caramon muttered miserably.
"I'll go and retrieve her and explain possibly who her mother and father really are," Raistlin stated getting to his feet he walked out of the inn leaving them to their thoughts.
"She's so sweet and young we can't possibly do what Raistlin asks can we?" Caramon asked of the two left with him.
"I don't know but we just might have to save Krynn," Tanis stated sluggishly sitting down beside Caramon.
Walking with the aid of the staff she walked the crossways of planks that connected the houses together. This was horrible how could this happen to her? Sure she had made her mistakes but where was she to go? She knew nothing of this place; it was like walking in the dark with no light. She was lost and alone just like she always was back at her home in her own world. Falling down to the ground tripping over a broken plank she remained lying down on the ground crying and beating her already hurt hand on the wood. She wanted to scream out but her throat was so constricted. She was trouble; she really was cursed just like all the other orphans had called her. That's why nobody wanted her to live at the orphanage. That's why she was dumped onto unworthy parents just sot he orphanage could get rid of her legally.
"You really should calm yourself," a familiar raspy voice sounded from in front of her.
She listened as he came walking up to her. Kneeling down he sat himself in front of her waiting for her reply. She didn't want to talk to him; she wanted him to leave her alone. Let her just be alone with this pain.
"Get up Anna," he whispered.
Her head snapping up at the mention of her name, she saw his face. He had let his cowl down so she could see him. He had the same golden tinge skin as his hand. He looked so young but sounded so old, how was that possible? His white hair was a contrast to his youthful face but she couldn't help but be entranced by it. But it was his eyes that shocked her but enthralled her at the same time. They were gold just like his skin with hourglass pupils. They were gold just like her one eye. She had been born with one gold eye one blue no one understood it. The doctors had said that it was a birth defect from excessive amounts of drug abuse from her mother. No one even knew who her mother was though.
"How?" she asked sitting up now.
"No one but you and I can touch the Staff of Magius without getting hurt," he stated grabbing the staff delicately he placed it between him and her, "I know your scared, I know you want to know everything. But knowing all doesn't help, just look at me."
"You know why I'm so different," she stated making it a matter of fact, "You know all about me don't you?"
"Yes I do," he said grabbing her hand turning it down he traced all the scars that she had on the back and up her arm.
"There from bullies they pick on me cause I'm small and frail," she said watching his hand trace the white scars, "I guess you could also say that I'm clumsy too."
"I wouldn't say that," Raistlin stated pulling back the sleeve of his robes showing her some white scars he had, "I had trouble with bullies when I was younger if you could believe that. Caramon always protected me."
"Why are you all of sudden be so civil?" she asked her eyes breaking away from the white scars to his face, "You were so mean and insensitive to me at the inn."
"Anna do you know your mother's name?" he questioned locking eyes with her, "Or your father's?"
"Well no I don't know no one's ever been able to tell me," Anna said giving a little smile, "But I'm okay with it, my parents just didn't love me. Who would? I'm so frail and I look like such a freak. I can't even tan like normal girls; I read for the joy of it I like doing homework. I'm a nerd that no one can get along with."
"I can tell you who your father and mother are if you want," he whispered, "But only one for now. Which one?"
"My father I want to know who he was after all I'm sure he must've loved me," she said a smile spreading on her face, "Maybe he's still alive and would want me to come and live with him and be happy for once. I have some imagination don't I?"
"I was sort of hoping you would chose to know your mother's identity not your fathers," he said sighing closing his eyes, "I guess you can surprise me."
He was quiet for a while and she didn't know what to say to him. She didn't want to anger him he was being so nice to her for once. She was beginning to actually like him. Though she was worried that when they went back to the others he would be mean again, but she couldn't do anything against that.
"Your father kneels in front of you," he said looking away from her, "Raistlin Majere that would make Caramon and Tika your uncle and aunt."
She was shocked he was her father. But he had been so mean to her, did that mean that he didn't love her? Was she a mistake in his life? It was her fault at least she had been right about that assumption about him coming here. Tears came quickly to her eyes and she cried she was a mistake. Everyone was right about her she was cursed. So much for a loving father that would be happy that she was alive. She really did have an imagination.
"I take it that you don't approve," he said his voice sounding so tired.
"They were right I am cursed," she whispered climbing to her feet she left the staff where it was and hopped away from him.
"Anna stop!" he shouted at her.
She continued to hop away from him tears still falling down her face she brushed them away unable to see where she was going. She was so broken deep inside she thought for sure that something was tearing her heart up. All of her hopes and dreams crushed beneath that one fact that he was her father.
She was dizzy and unsteady as she continued to hop away from him. She could hear him shouting at her but it was muffled as though someone had put earplugs in there. Shaking her head she tried to get a steady grip on her surroundings. Before she knew it she fell down for what must have been hundred times today. She heard her father scream her name out and heard him running to her side. She felt his hand on her forehead and wanted to squirm away from it but couldn't bring the strength to accomplish her task. He said something but she couldn't hear what and lost her senses as she watched him grab her hands and put them around the staff. He was saying something important but she couldn't hear it for the love of god and she was becoming worried. For the first time that night since meeting him she was happy he was her father.
A couple of words did come through the haze that surrounded her, "Anna I'm not going to lose you to a fever."
Did he just say what she thought she just heard? Was that really him saying it? He did love her. She allowed herself to fall into the haze knowing that her father would help her even if she didn't understand why. She would trust him for now.
Author's note: Okay this is a long chapter, especially for a first chapter. Yes I've been dying to write a fanfic of Raistlin's daughter. Oh what else should I say, well….well….well… oh yeah! I wanted to say that I know it doesn't make much sense why he has a daughter and such but I'm going to fix that as I go along. By the way anyone who reads this and Mystery Within (my other story) I'm going through some troubles with that one so I thought I'd start another story, I'll try and write on it but its hard sometimes and I know the recent chapter I posted isn't that good. So hope everyone enjoyed this new chapter of a story of mine.