Disclaimer
Hello everyone! I'm Midnight and this is my very first story to be posted on fan fiction. YEAH! I read every Dragonlance book containing Raistlin I could get my hot little hands on. I love Raistlin, he is so cool! This story is based roughly on Time of the Twins, in which we first meet Dalamar and Raistlin is first in the tower at Palanthas. (Except for at the end of Dragons of Spring Dawning but that was only like two pages so it doesn't count.) I read the book and, due to a slight perversion I've always had and the fact that I have this sick fantasy of two guys getting it on, I thought that every time Dalamar described Raistlin he sounded kinda gay. So after much research, (thanks to fan fiction) I decided that I too would write a yaui.lemon.slash.whatever you wanna call it.
Well here's where I put the disclaimer, I don't own Dragonlance, Raistlin, Dalamar, or any of the books; Margaret Wise and Tracy Hickman do. (Bless them for creating these characters and giving me this wonderful, but all too perverted idea) I do, however, own the plot, me and the other six thousand Raistlin and Dalamar fans out there. I will warn you, if you didn't get it the first time, THIS IS A YAUI STORY! So if you are. a) faint of heart, b) weak of stomach or c) don't enjoy hot lemon, yaui, slashyness please leave now or forever hold your peace. It gets very graphic in the latter chapters, and I mean very graphic; but if you enjoy this kind of sick shit (which I know I do or I wouldn't have wrote this.) Please, by all means, read on. Thank you for traveling yaui airlines and please don't take anything with you. : Smiles: ^. ~ Have a nice day.
Wait, wait I have to say one more thing. This story is mostly in first person from each Dalamar's and Raistlin's POV. All inner thought and strange little conscience-type voices are distinguished with Italic, all change in scene (of which there is only one or two) are distinguished by three stars. (* * *) and.well that's it. Enjoy the story!
: Starts to walk off and then turns quickly running back:
Oh sorry, forgot. This is chapter one. All of chapter one is a narrative to get the story moving. It's really rather boring. Hay, you need a plot in every story, even a yaui. So, now that I'm done talking you can read the story.
Chapter One
Ah sunrise. As the sun touched the clouds on eastern horizon, it turned them hot white, red and gold upon the blue-purple sky. It's so beautiful, just like you Shalafi. Golden, yet dark; burning with a fire from within. Dalamar stood at the open window, his fine, white fingers lying lightly upon the polished black marble of the tower of high sorcery at Palanthas. Just a half an hour more. A time that seemed to last for years, but Dalamar could wait, he was a patient man. He had to be.
:Begin flashback:
Ten years ago, he had come to the tower, under Ladonna's order, to study with the most powerful wizard that had dawned the black robes in centuries. He had gone willingly. Nobody wanted him, even his own race had shunned him. Being a dark elf, Dalamar had grown accustomed to being alone; shunned by all. None had offered to apprentice him, no proud elf would be caught dead wearing the black robes and humans, hating elves as they did; he was alone.
Dalamar waited for years upon end for someone to take him in, to teach him, to apprentice him, but no one would. Then he heard of one they called the golden mage. Dalamar asked about him and everyone fled; none wanted to speak or hear of the golden mage, Raistlin Majere. Dalamar, knowing no one would do anything to help him, took it upon himself to seek out this 'golden mage' and ask if he would teach him.
Dalamar wrote letter after letter to him. He asked, pleaded, and all but begged, for the mage to apprentice him. However, after several months of nothing, not a response, an invitation, or even a single letter of rejection, Dalamar simply gave up. No one wanted him. He packed his meager belongings and was prepared to leave the tower, when Ladonna had summoned him.
Dalamar feared the worst, they would strip him of his robes and do away with him, or worse cast him away with nothing left to live for. His magic was his life, if they took that from him, he would have nothing. He entered Ladonna's chamber, surprised to find no one but her there. They had talked for several minutes, about nothing, before she told him why he was there. There was someone to see him.
Without warning, from the shadows, stepped a robed and hooded figure. It was the golden one come to see him, but why. Dalamar had made every attempt to speak with the wizard but he would have none of it. Dalamar bowed respectfully, trying to make a good impression. The mage simply looked at him, not saying a word. Ladonna had been happy to rid herself Dalamar, he was too proud, too self-serving for her tastes. So it was, Dalamar moved to the tower of high sorcery at Palanthas to study under the tutelage of Raistlin Majere, master of both the past and the present.
:End flashback:
Dalamar waited silently as the sun rose, thinking of his dark past and his bleak future. Upon watching the sun crest the tallest building of the beautiful city, flooding the streets with golden rivers of light, he turned, dawned his robes and walked slowly to the door.
Closing the door silently behind him, Dalamar walked swiftly down the hall in the direction of his masters study. He raised his hand to knock on the door of the study and noticed it was shaking. Get a hold of yourself. The small voice in his head commanded. He will notice if you are not careful. Dalamar took several deep breaths to steady himself, and this time when he reached out his hand to knock at the door, it did not tremble. He rapped softly at the door.
* * *
The golden mage looked up from his studies and out the window. He smiled slightly. Ah, right on time. This had become a sort of ritual between them. Every morning Raistlin would wake just before dawn, bathe, dress, and go to his study. He would glance at his spell books, not truly reading any of it, until the sun reached the highest point of the town, shedding the morning light though the window of his study. At this point, Dalamar would be in to ask whether he wanted tea or breakfast. Raistlin enjoyed this little ritual, in fact, he looked forward to it.
"Enter Dalamar." A command spoken scarcely above a whisper.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----- --- : Yawn: BORING! It's over though; the next chapter is somewhat better. Still nothing good but good things come to those who wait. So write and review, please tell me what you think; or maybe just read the whole story and give me an overall critique. I love to here from you. My e-mail is Rini180@aol.com, so look me up. I'll be so happy if someone writes me. I love getting e-mail; and if you like the way I write, and ask real nice, I may just take request for parings.. I have no life anyway. -. - It may take a while for me to write it, but be assured that I always get things done, eventually. Ok bye-bye till next time, and remember, a yaui a day, keeps the doctor away. ^. ~
Hello everyone! I'm Midnight and this is my very first story to be posted on fan fiction. YEAH! I read every Dragonlance book containing Raistlin I could get my hot little hands on. I love Raistlin, he is so cool! This story is based roughly on Time of the Twins, in which we first meet Dalamar and Raistlin is first in the tower at Palanthas. (Except for at the end of Dragons of Spring Dawning but that was only like two pages so it doesn't count.) I read the book and, due to a slight perversion I've always had and the fact that I have this sick fantasy of two guys getting it on, I thought that every time Dalamar described Raistlin he sounded kinda gay. So after much research, (thanks to fan fiction) I decided that I too would write a yaui.lemon.slash.whatever you wanna call it.
Well here's where I put the disclaimer, I don't own Dragonlance, Raistlin, Dalamar, or any of the books; Margaret Wise and Tracy Hickman do. (Bless them for creating these characters and giving me this wonderful, but all too perverted idea) I do, however, own the plot, me and the other six thousand Raistlin and Dalamar fans out there. I will warn you, if you didn't get it the first time, THIS IS A YAUI STORY! So if you are. a) faint of heart, b) weak of stomach or c) don't enjoy hot lemon, yaui, slashyness please leave now or forever hold your peace. It gets very graphic in the latter chapters, and I mean very graphic; but if you enjoy this kind of sick shit (which I know I do or I wouldn't have wrote this.) Please, by all means, read on. Thank you for traveling yaui airlines and please don't take anything with you. : Smiles: ^. ~ Have a nice day.
Wait, wait I have to say one more thing. This story is mostly in first person from each Dalamar's and Raistlin's POV. All inner thought and strange little conscience-type voices are distinguished with Italic, all change in scene (of which there is only one or two) are distinguished by three stars. (* * *) and.well that's it. Enjoy the story!
: Starts to walk off and then turns quickly running back:
Oh sorry, forgot. This is chapter one. All of chapter one is a narrative to get the story moving. It's really rather boring. Hay, you need a plot in every story, even a yaui. So, now that I'm done talking you can read the story.
Chapter One
Ah sunrise. As the sun touched the clouds on eastern horizon, it turned them hot white, red and gold upon the blue-purple sky. It's so beautiful, just like you Shalafi. Golden, yet dark; burning with a fire from within. Dalamar stood at the open window, his fine, white fingers lying lightly upon the polished black marble of the tower of high sorcery at Palanthas. Just a half an hour more. A time that seemed to last for years, but Dalamar could wait, he was a patient man. He had to be.
:Begin flashback:
Ten years ago, he had come to the tower, under Ladonna's order, to study with the most powerful wizard that had dawned the black robes in centuries. He had gone willingly. Nobody wanted him, even his own race had shunned him. Being a dark elf, Dalamar had grown accustomed to being alone; shunned by all. None had offered to apprentice him, no proud elf would be caught dead wearing the black robes and humans, hating elves as they did; he was alone.
Dalamar waited for years upon end for someone to take him in, to teach him, to apprentice him, but no one would. Then he heard of one they called the golden mage. Dalamar asked about him and everyone fled; none wanted to speak or hear of the golden mage, Raistlin Majere. Dalamar, knowing no one would do anything to help him, took it upon himself to seek out this 'golden mage' and ask if he would teach him.
Dalamar wrote letter after letter to him. He asked, pleaded, and all but begged, for the mage to apprentice him. However, after several months of nothing, not a response, an invitation, or even a single letter of rejection, Dalamar simply gave up. No one wanted him. He packed his meager belongings and was prepared to leave the tower, when Ladonna had summoned him.
Dalamar feared the worst, they would strip him of his robes and do away with him, or worse cast him away with nothing left to live for. His magic was his life, if they took that from him, he would have nothing. He entered Ladonna's chamber, surprised to find no one but her there. They had talked for several minutes, about nothing, before she told him why he was there. There was someone to see him.
Without warning, from the shadows, stepped a robed and hooded figure. It was the golden one come to see him, but why. Dalamar had made every attempt to speak with the wizard but he would have none of it. Dalamar bowed respectfully, trying to make a good impression. The mage simply looked at him, not saying a word. Ladonna had been happy to rid herself Dalamar, he was too proud, too self-serving for her tastes. So it was, Dalamar moved to the tower of high sorcery at Palanthas to study under the tutelage of Raistlin Majere, master of both the past and the present.
:End flashback:
Dalamar waited silently as the sun rose, thinking of his dark past and his bleak future. Upon watching the sun crest the tallest building of the beautiful city, flooding the streets with golden rivers of light, he turned, dawned his robes and walked slowly to the door.
Closing the door silently behind him, Dalamar walked swiftly down the hall in the direction of his masters study. He raised his hand to knock on the door of the study and noticed it was shaking. Get a hold of yourself. The small voice in his head commanded. He will notice if you are not careful. Dalamar took several deep breaths to steady himself, and this time when he reached out his hand to knock at the door, it did not tremble. He rapped softly at the door.
* * *
The golden mage looked up from his studies and out the window. He smiled slightly. Ah, right on time. This had become a sort of ritual between them. Every morning Raistlin would wake just before dawn, bathe, dress, and go to his study. He would glance at his spell books, not truly reading any of it, until the sun reached the highest point of the town, shedding the morning light though the window of his study. At this point, Dalamar would be in to ask whether he wanted tea or breakfast. Raistlin enjoyed this little ritual, in fact, he looked forward to it.
"Enter Dalamar." A command spoken scarcely above a whisper.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----- --- : Yawn: BORING! It's over though; the next chapter is somewhat better. Still nothing good but good things come to those who wait. So write and review, please tell me what you think; or maybe just read the whole story and give me an overall critique. I love to here from you. My e-mail is Rini180@aol.com, so look me up. I'll be so happy if someone writes me. I love getting e-mail; and if you like the way I write, and ask real nice, I may just take request for parings.. I have no life anyway. -. - It may take a while for me to write it, but be assured that I always get things done, eventually. Ok bye-bye till next time, and remember, a yaui a day, keeps the doctor away. ^. ~