Magius

This fic was GOING to center around the life of Magius, but then I realized that THAT story would be long enough for a novel and that I should just wait to get a job with Dragonlance before writing it. (: J/k! So this will feature the last of Magius's life. I am astounded at how little of Magius is written here at Fanfiction.net and hope that the beginnings of this new fic will help start his "fame" (or "infamy"). Please enjoy and comment on this first, rough draft!

Chapter 1: The Maiden and the Monster

Smiling at the uncharacteristic look of sedation and exhaustion etched on his face, she kissed his damp golden curls softly. "You are a boy no longer, Magius," she whispered, resting her head on his bare chest and letting her light brown curls cascade over his stomach. The mage closed his eyes lethargically and smiled slowly.

"You know what, Andúnë?" The maiden traced lazy patterns over his chest, content and warm lying on him.

"What, honey?" she batted her eyelashes, her dark eyes sultry underneath.

"I'm going to be the greatest mage who ever lived someday," he sighed, drifting off towards his beloved dreams of magic. "…the greatest ever…" Andúnë abruptly sat up, kicking the sheets she had once found so comforting and rolling her eyes. Feeling her warm weight disappear, Magius spoke sleepily, "What are you doing?"

Andúnë got up from his bed and began retrieving her clothes. "Leaving," she shot back shortly, tying her skirt in place. The mage's cobalt eyes snapped open.

"Why?" he asked, completely bewildered. He sat up.

"It's always the magic with you!" she snapped, angrily running a brush through her hair. "Always! We spend a wonderful night together and all you can think about is the magic! How can I complete with it? I'm so sick of it! The time has come for you to choose: your beloved magic or me?" She stopped brushing her hair and glared at him.

Magius went ashen. He stared down at his slender hands, hands that were destined to change the world. "How can you ask me to choose between my heart and my soul?" he murmured softly, still looking downward. Sighing, she sat down on the bed next to him and took his hands in her own.

"I love you, Magius," she whispered brokenly, "and I need to know that you love me too. The magic is the only thing that keeps us apart. Please, Magius," Silent tears ran down Andún's face, falling like diamonds upon the bed sheets. Magius did not look up or respond.

Swallowing her tears, the maiden released his hand. "I suppose I can make your decision easier. Goodbye, Magius," Andúnë stood up and walked from the cottage.

At the click of the door closing, Magius lifted his head. "Goodbye, Andúnë," he whispered softly and lay back down to fall asleep.


 Magius opened his eyes slowly, feeling the cold steel around his wrists and ankles chase away the painful memory. A quick observation noted how he was manacled to the wall of a dank dungeon, in chains long enough for him to lie on the floor, which was what he was doing now. A figure robed in black stood before him, his face twisted in a vengeful smirk. "Finally awake, my traitorous friend?" Knowing that he had no more strength left for spell casting, the Red Robe slowly raised his head to glare defiantly at his captor. Dracos kicked Magius in the face with a shiny boot. "Don't look at me like that," the renegade smile pleasantly.

Magius' icy cobalt eyes narrowed with enmity as he turned to re-face his nemesis. Blood trickled from his broken nose and a nasty cut on his cheek. "By Lunitari, I'll look at you however I damn well-"

"Wait, by Lunitari?!" Dracos interrupted, laughing cruelly. "So you wear the red robes now, do you? I never would have thought you would sink so low as to join that pathetic Conclave. I thought you wanted to be free from the Conclave's stifling rules. I thought you wanted to change your future. Well, guess what, old friend," the renegade kicked Magius in the stomach. "Your future hasn't changed. Nor will it. Even now, my power grows. Here, let me show you…"

Dracos held out both his hands. An invisible wave washed over Magius, the sensation of a thousand knives slicing at him. He screamed, rolling into a ball in a futile attempt to divert the pain. But it continued, growing increasingly worse as time progressed. Blood red stars burst in his eyes. After ten agonizing minutes, Dracos put his hands down. "Now, that wasn't very fun was it, dear friend? Nor was it very creative…Not to worry, I have many...assistants...that will more than make up for my lack of imagination. Well, I've got a world to conquer…sweet dreams…" Laughing his cruel laugh once more, Dracos vanished.