Chapter 1
Disclaimer : nope, dragonlance aint mine. Need to say anything else?
She gave a wistful sigh and fell against and the fluffy green pillows of the
armchair, placing her book on to the small round table, she traced the gold, gothic letters
of the title with her finger "Greatest Mages of our Time".
Snuggling deeper in to the cozy confines of the cushions she played out the last
moments of Raistlin, the Master of Past and Present, before he was locked in the Abyss
with Takhisis, the Queen of Darkness.
Takhisis, she was one of the Old Gods, she had always wondered about them,
why they had left this world, a small chuckle escaped her lips as the term 'godforsaken'
took on an even greater meaning.
She closed her eyes and let her imagination wander, a dangerous thing to do with
someone of her potential power, but this time she just didn't care.
Her room was small for someone of her status, the fireplace was stone and housed
a small flame that flickered and danced, sending out its arms to embrace invisible
demons. The shadows played across the walls and wooden floors transforming an
ornamental rug into a playground of shapes in every size, and the moon hung right
outside the window, crescent and a vivid white, it contrasted strongly with the welcoming
feel of her quarters, sending a pleasant shiver up her spine.
The Old Gods had always interested her, and she'd studied the history of past eras
to the utmost, she remembered back to her textbooks on to the Age of Rebirth:
Entry 152, 09/1665
"The Gods have left us! Taking magic and miracles with them, in their haste
they've forgotten their old lairs, and left their mark upon this world. We will not rest! I,
and my colleagues have sworn to not give up our talent, the Gods may have thought
they'd had ultimate power, but they were wrong. They forgot to take their books, their
scrolls and notes. We shall seek out that knowledge! We will retain our power; recapture
the essence of magic, fore we cannot live without it. To never feel that rush of strength
again, that tingling sensation of power in my fingertips and the feel of the dying embers
after the blazing effects of a cast spell. To detain us of that, is to deny our existence, no
matter how long, no matter the consequences we will retrieve our stolen gift, as it was
bestowed upon a lucky selected few, so will a lucky selected few obtain it once again." Entry 106 05/1695
We have achieved our goal! The power now lies within our hands, we know the
full extent of the Gods foolishness, and they've left it all! From the Abyss to the Eternal
Paradise, all that is left is to proceed with the ceremony, the Mages of our past would
have been proud; we will resurrect their memory with glory!
Entry 152 10/1695
A new breed of Gods is born; we refuse to continue with the same old structure of
the 'Cowardly Ones' as we have come to call the Deserters of our people. We've
established classes, for each God's knowledge level, every one has a responsibility over a
few particular, young, mortal mages that they've been assigned to keep watch over.
Never to interfere, but should they ask for Divine help, there is always someone to
assist."
That was how a new era of Gods re-emerged and magic once again flourished on
Krynn. As the entries stated every god had been assigned a few young, mortal mages.
Depending on their strength, power and wisdom/ knowledge the more powerful or weak
the mages were that they watched over, and in her case she was pretty low on the power
ladder. Oh, she had strength and a hell lot of potential, but as far as being recognized for
it, well, no one paid attention to her.
Sending a glare at the plaque hanging above her fireplace that told the world of
her lousy achievement " Seina Cashlo, Class: R". She couldn't help not cracking a small
smile, considering she'd scrambled up from Class Z, she was doing quite well, but just
not well enough to satisfy her ambition, and that was very high.
Once again her thoughts strayed to that Raistlin character, she couldn't help but
admire the skills and determination that frail man had. She toyed with the idea of taking
him out of the Abyss and extracting all his 'super' powers and knowledge. Still, despite
all the years that had passed since his imprisonment not a single sorcerer had yet
managed to rise to that same height, and although many wanted to release the infamous
Dark Mage, what would happen after, was a danger no one wanted to quite find out.
A knock on her door shook Seina out of her reverie, sending a baleful glare at the
yet unknown knocker she went to answer.
Authors note: this is where I will type all the useless little things I think I should say. There's not much to say right not, except that if you want another chapter review, 'coz this here's a little something whipped up in math class while the Mother of all Hippo's tried to teach. So, yuppers that all there is.. and the main point of this all is REVIEW IF YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!! FLAMES ACCEPTED, ANY CRITICISM IS GOOD. Thank you for your time. Lu ya'll Cathy.
She gave a wistful sigh and fell against and the fluffy green pillows of the
armchair, placing her book on to the small round table, she traced the gold, gothic letters
of the title with her finger "Greatest Mages of our Time".
Snuggling deeper in to the cozy confines of the cushions she played out the last
moments of Raistlin, the Master of Past and Present, before he was locked in the Abyss
with Takhisis, the Queen of Darkness.
Takhisis, she was one of the Old Gods, she had always wondered about them,
why they had left this world, a small chuckle escaped her lips as the term 'godforsaken'
took on an even greater meaning.
She closed her eyes and let her imagination wander, a dangerous thing to do with
someone of her potential power, but this time she just didn't care.
Her room was small for someone of her status, the fireplace was stone and housed
a small flame that flickered and danced, sending out its arms to embrace invisible
demons. The shadows played across the walls and wooden floors transforming an
ornamental rug into a playground of shapes in every size, and the moon hung right
outside the window, crescent and a vivid white, it contrasted strongly with the welcoming
feel of her quarters, sending a pleasant shiver up her spine.
The Old Gods had always interested her, and she'd studied the history of past eras
to the utmost, she remembered back to her textbooks on to the Age of Rebirth:
Entry 152, 09/1665
"The Gods have left us! Taking magic and miracles with them, in their haste
they've forgotten their old lairs, and left their mark upon this world. We will not rest! I,
and my colleagues have sworn to not give up our talent, the Gods may have thought
they'd had ultimate power, but they were wrong. They forgot to take their books, their
scrolls and notes. We shall seek out that knowledge! We will retain our power; recapture
the essence of magic, fore we cannot live without it. To never feel that rush of strength
again, that tingling sensation of power in my fingertips and the feel of the dying embers
after the blazing effects of a cast spell. To detain us of that, is to deny our existence, no
matter how long, no matter the consequences we will retrieve our stolen gift, as it was
bestowed upon a lucky selected few, so will a lucky selected few obtain it once again." Entry 106 05/1695
We have achieved our goal! The power now lies within our hands, we know the
full extent of the Gods foolishness, and they've left it all! From the Abyss to the Eternal
Paradise, all that is left is to proceed with the ceremony, the Mages of our past would
have been proud; we will resurrect their memory with glory!
Entry 152 10/1695
A new breed of Gods is born; we refuse to continue with the same old structure of
the 'Cowardly Ones' as we have come to call the Deserters of our people. We've
established classes, for each God's knowledge level, every one has a responsibility over a
few particular, young, mortal mages that they've been assigned to keep watch over.
Never to interfere, but should they ask for Divine help, there is always someone to
assist."
That was how a new era of Gods re-emerged and magic once again flourished on
Krynn. As the entries stated every god had been assigned a few young, mortal mages.
Depending on their strength, power and wisdom/ knowledge the more powerful or weak
the mages were that they watched over, and in her case she was pretty low on the power
ladder. Oh, she had strength and a hell lot of potential, but as far as being recognized for
it, well, no one paid attention to her.
Sending a glare at the plaque hanging above her fireplace that told the world of
her lousy achievement " Seina Cashlo, Class: R". She couldn't help not cracking a small
smile, considering she'd scrambled up from Class Z, she was doing quite well, but just
not well enough to satisfy her ambition, and that was very high.
Once again her thoughts strayed to that Raistlin character, she couldn't help but
admire the skills and determination that frail man had. She toyed with the idea of taking
him out of the Abyss and extracting all his 'super' powers and knowledge. Still, despite
all the years that had passed since his imprisonment not a single sorcerer had yet
managed to rise to that same height, and although many wanted to release the infamous
Dark Mage, what would happen after, was a danger no one wanted to quite find out.
A knock on her door shook Seina out of her reverie, sending a baleful glare at the
yet unknown knocker she went to answer.
Authors note: this is where I will type all the useless little things I think I should say. There's not much to say right not, except that if you want another chapter review, 'coz this here's a little something whipped up in math class while the Mother of all Hippo's tried to teach. So, yuppers that all there is.. and the main point of this all is REVIEW IF YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!! FLAMES ACCEPTED, ANY CRITICISM IS GOOD. Thank you for your time. Lu ya'll Cathy.
