A Dragonlance Fan Fiction
By the Miiro
Rating: R for swearing, violence and a whole lot of angst.
Summary: When his memory is lost due to an accident, Raistlin is left to pick up the pieces. Can he, or will the frustration kill him first?
Author's Note: A plot bunny that was spawned from Petalwing's Story "How to Hook a Mage" and used with permission from Petalwing. Thanks for helping put one more damn bunny to permanent rest!
This story does not fall into any of the Blue Star Saga, at the moment, although that could change...
-unknown
Prolog
It had started out just as any other day.
Dalamar had walked up the flights, far too many, to his opinion, but as his Shalafi was quite strict on the use of unnecessary magic, he walked. He sighed, and then pushed the door open to regard his master reading on of his many books on the history of magic. Unlike some other times where Dalamar had found him reading actual spellbooks, Raistlin Majere actually appeared quite absorbed in what he was reading. Quietly, but not too quietly as to startle the human man, Dalamar walked over to stand near him and said, "You asked to see me, Shalafi?"
Raistlin looked up, and back at Dalamar. It was at this point that Dalamar noticed the reading glasses on his nose. He blinked for a moment at the out of place item, then watched with vague fascination as Raistlin took them off, rubbed his eyes from the strain, then blinked and smiled very slightly at Dalamar's discomfiture. "Yes, I did," he answered softly, as he usually did. "I need you to do some research for me while I prepare my lab for making a new spell."
Dalamar tried not to look too eager as it would be the first time that Raistlin had included him on anything of this sort. So far his lessons had more or less involved sorting the numerous spell components and making sure books were put back in the right order, as well as some less pleasant tasks. This would be the first real lesson since coming here. "Of course, Shalafi, is there any particular spell component to look for... anything in the way of items... of..."
"No, no, and no to whatever you were just about to ask," answered Raistlin, again, seeming vaguely amused. "I need you to actually look for the history in said magic. I need to find something called a 'seed' for spellcasting the highest of magic."
For a moment, Dalamar was confused, "Seed?"
"Yes, the kernel of every spell," said Raistlin, his voice almost taking a rote tone, as if he recited an older lesson from his own days as an apprentice from memory. "Every spell can be broken down to its very simple core, beyond the words required to cast, beyond any spell components, the very root of the spell. The originating 'seed'. Only once each seed is identified can even higher spells be made and created."
The apprentice was fascinated as this had been the first that he had ever heard of it. Dalamar filed it away for future use, not only for use in researching for Raistlin's current need, but also in case he ever wanted to create his own unique spells. "I think I understand, Shalafi," said Dalamar, rolling the concept around in his head and wrapping his mind around it. "I shall endeavor to do as you ask... how quickly to you need it?"
Raistlin drummed his long golden fingers on his stone lab table, "Of that I am not sure. By far, I am not ready to even begin research on new, and high level, spells until each and every spell seed that I need is found..." he made a dismissive gesture. "It would take me years to do so anyway, but as quick as you can. I will be researching the same thing, but I require the aid."
"I am happy to help you in that respect, Shalafi, honored even," said Dalamar, barely containing the eagerness at not only doing something for Raistlin, but also doing the research beside him, almost as an equal. "When do we start?"
"Immediately."
Yes, it's short, but I had to get the general background of what the two were doing at the point of the accident without going into it all.