Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonlance, I do not own anything Dragonlance, except some of the books.

Disclaimer 2: I realize this story bears resemblance to another story here, The Redeeming of Raistlin, but I assure you that I came up with this idea long before I even knew this web site existed.

Notice: Break lines mean a scene change

Italics are thoughts, what's going on in the character's head. (I throw these in once and a while)

Dragonlance Secrets

Chapter 1

Walking into a closed mage ware shop (no door should ever be locked!), Tasslehoff Burrfoot stumbled upon many a magical item. He had sworn off magical jewelry and artifacts. They got him into too much trouble so he didn't bother to touch anything, butpotions, potions weren't on his 'don't touch' list, so when he found a wall completely full of potions, he was very excited. He almost yelled out, but then he remembered that there was probably someone outside, and for some reason people didn't like it when you went into places where doors were locks. Looking at all the labels and trying to read what they did, he found a night blue potion in the back of a shelf, hidden it seemed from someone who wasn't really interested.

Picking it up, he found it had no label, not that he could read, but it was rude not to put a label on things. He'd just take it for safe keeping until he found someone who could tell him what it did.

Pleased he had solved a problem, he walked out of the mage ware shop, making sure to close the door, and continued down the streets of Panathalas.

He was walking by a group of people when a guard grabbed his arm, "What exactly are you doing with that purse my good sir?"

"Purse?" Tasslehoff replied, then looking at the bag he had in his hand, "Oh that purse, it's a good thing I found it, someone must have lost it. Here," he said handing the purse to the guard, "I'm sure you can get it to it's owner." He turned to leave, and tried to take the guards hand off his arm, but he wouldn't let go.

"I think you need to come with me for a while," the guard said, guiding him towards the jail.

After Tasslehoff had gotten out of the jail the next day, he decided he'd go back to Solace. "Caramon will be so excited to see me!" He said to a drunk bum next to one of the taverns. Not waiting for his reply, Tas skipped towards the front gate, where the guards were only too happy to see him leave.

While he was walking, one of his pouches jabbed him painfully. He reached in to see what was poking him and pulled out the potion, "What are you doing poking me?" Tasslehoff asked the phial, not expecting an answer. He was just about to put it back into his pouch, when the curse of curiosity took hold of him. "I'm sure it couldn't be that bad, its just a blue potion." Popping the cork off, he took a whiff, and sneezed violently for a few seconds. After he had finished sneezing he said "Wow! That's really strong. It's almost as bad as Caramon's armpits. I wonder if it tastes as bad as it smells?" Putting the phial to his lips, he drank a mouthful, and when he didn't start sneezing, he drank the rest.

Looking himself over, he was quite disappointed. The potion didn't do anything to me, I don't feel different, don't look different. Maybe it's a dud, he thought to himself. Raistlin would have known what it did.

Thinking of his black robed friend, the kender thought back to the last time he had seen him. Suddenly, he got very dizzy, and a wave of nausea hit him. "I don't feel so good," Tas said to no one around. Falling off the road and into the woods beside, he passed out.

Tasslehoff was having terrible nightmares, and the worst part was that he knew he was having them, but couldn't wake from them. The first few were when Raistlin killed Gnimsh, and each time he saw it again, the deaths became more terrible. The next were of when he and Caramon had traveled into the future and seen what would happen if Raistlin had become a god. Finally, he watched the Dark Queen kill Raistlin and bring him back to life hundreds of times over. When he woke, he was covered in a cold sweat, and shaking uncontrollably.

Dalamar the dark sat in the Tower of High Sorcery at Panathalas reading his spell books, and sipping blood red wine. His concentration was broken however, when he sensed another's presence in the tower. Standing abruptly and speaking arcane words, he disappeared, reappearing where he sensed the intruder. He appeared at the entrance of the tower, and found that all the guardians were gathered here as well.

"What are you doing here?" he asked them.

One of them turned towards him, "The master of the Tower has returned." Then it turned back to the figure on the floor.

"The what? Move now," several moved out of his way, and he saw a black robed body lying on the floor. He knelt down beside the body, and gently nudged it. A gasp emanated from underneath the hood, and a gold colored hand snapped out and grabbed his arm.

A ragged cough came from the body, and then it spoke, "Dalamar! Are you also in the Abyss?"

"Shalifi!" Dalamar whispered. "How did you escape the Abyss?"

"I escaped? How is that possible?" Raistlin raised his head and looked Dalamar in the eyes, "You're real!" he exclaimed, then his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he lay back on the floor.

Justarius, head of the Red Robes and master of the Tower of High Sorcery at Wayreth sat hunched over his spell books, when suddenly his head snapped up in attention. Dalamar the Dark was pacing back and forth in his chamber! Without any warning of his coming, "What are you doing here Dalamar?" he asked coldly, closing his spell books.

"I request an audience before the conclave tonight." Dalamar said irritably, still pacing.

"You don't have to ask me! You're the head of the black robes, you can speak when ever you please."

"I need to be a main figure in tonight's meeting. I have a most distressing item of business to bring before the council. And no, I will not discuss here." He said, answering Justarius' unasked question.

"Well if you won't tell me what is going on, why did you come here in the first place?" Justarius asked.

A casual observer would have assumed that the two wizards were having a polite chat, the way their faces were set, but one who knew either would have realized the tension between the two. Had they met elsewhere, and the rules of the tower not been upon them, this meeting may have ended, with a bang.

"I dare not speak any more," Dalamar continued, "I have been away from the Tower for too long." Speaking words of magic, he disappeared.

Been away from the tower? Justarius thought, Why didn't he say 'my' tower?

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