A/N: well today I managed to get up my hundredth fiction, this is the hundredth one. So guys I don't want to read any flames, I know that my grammar is a catastrophe and as for the story…I will not stick to the books with this because then I would have some problems with getting some charas together who I need for this.

Disclaimer: I'm only writing his story plus I own only one character, but I haven't decided much about this character, everything other isn't mine…

I. Prologue/Magical accident

It was a peaceful day in the city of Palanthas, people were doing they every day busyness until they heard some sort of an explosion. Turning in the sounds direction saw everyone the smoke coming out of two windows of the Tower. Knowing who were the only three living there the people turned away and went back to what they were originally doing.

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As the smoke cleared in the now rather destroyed labor were two coughing figures slowly starting to sit up on the ground.

"Kheh…kheh…are you alright Shalafi?" Dalamar asked his master worried.

"Yes…" was the man's only reply as he started coughing.

Suddenly the door bust open revealing a rather worried looking gully dwarf, fear and worry filled dark eyes looked at both men as she hurried inside the room.

"Are Raistlin and Dalamar un hurt? Bupu heard big bum, Bupu worried that Raistlin and Dalamar got hurt." She said, voice shaking.

"We are alright Bupu." Raistlin said as he carefully stood up, correcting his red robes on his fragile body.

"Then is Bupu happy and relived." Bupu said smiling.

Oh, how wrong they all were…

Three weeks later…

Raistlin was walking along the hallways of his home to his study as suddenly something black rushed past him with a great spead.

"Argh…" he let out a growled as he shook his head in mock sorrow.

"Bupu is worried, Dalamar not being well since big boom." Bupu said as she walked up beside the Master of the Tower.

"So it is…"

Yes, Raistlin had also noticed that since the accident in the labor his apprentice acted rather strange. He had sometimes strange mood swings, eat much more then usual and most of all some rather disgusting food combinations, but the most annoying problem was that he was dashing like mad every two minutes to the bathroom to throw up. What the heck was wrong with Dalamar?

"Bupu knows these symptoms, but Bupu doesn't think Dalamar is that…" at that looked the mage wide eyed at the little creature beside him.

"On what do these symptoms remind you Bupu?" he asked her then he was truly lost in this case.

"Well Bupu's sister was acting identical when she had Bupu's nephew." She said and Raistlin felt the color leave his golden colored skin and he needed to lean to the cool wall for support.

After calming down a little bit he immediately run in his study and took out the book which held the spell they were testing with Dalamar three weeks ago. Reading thought the searched paragraph he felt his body growing weaker with every word he read. Slumping down in his chair he started banging his head against the table plate.

"Dalamar thinking Raistlin is alright?" Bupu asked from her place by the door.

"Don't know Bupu. Erm Shalafi are you ok?" Dalamar asked nervously.

"No I'm not Dalamar…" hissed the asked one as he looked up at the duo who were still standing by the door, staring at him worriedly. "I just found out what effect that magical accident had…" he said.

"And what is it?" Dalamar asked.

"Well apparently are you in the third week pregnant with our child Dalamar." He said and watched as the other fainted at the news while Bupu looked confused.

To be continued…

A/N: yes I know that I have a twisted mind…