A/N: Hey! Thanks for coming to read my story!
This is for Kakashi Zabuza, since I couldn't write a poem from Tas' point of view.
Disclaimer: As much as I hate to admit it, I don't own Dragonlance :'( TSR and/or Wizards of the Coast owns it.
Alone.
That's what I am, you see, since Flint left.
Oh, dear, I need a hankie. Say, you wouldn't happen to have one, would you, Fizban? No? Ah, well, you wouldn't mind if I used this one I found on the ground here. Would you?
Oh. I...suppose you would mind. Well, in that case, I'll use this one in my pouch. Hmmm...I wonder whose initials those are?
Now, where was I? Ah, yes. I'm alone. Flint is...Oh, Fizban, he's dead! I don't want him to be dead. It gives me an eerie feeling. Well, sort of. More like my insides complain whenever I think about it and my eyes become really wet. Then my nose complains, too, and it needs a hankie.
Speaking of which, you dropped your hat. No, no, it's over there!
Anyway, if Flint was here, and I was dead instead, I bet he'd say it gives him an eerie feeling, too. Except he'd say it shivered his skin. But, Fizban, there won't be anymore sneezes when a horse rides by, or wails that he's dying when we go on a boat, like the time when Laurana and Gilthanis and Flint and me sailed all the way from Icewall to Ergoth and there we met Silvara, who's really a silver dragon, though she was a Wilder elf then, and on the way to Ergoth we were chased by a white dragon. Then we saw Theros Ironfeld again on Ergoth and he had a big silver arm. It was all shiny and he used it just like any other.
I wonder what it would be like to have a Silver Arm? But I suppose I don't really need one, since I already have two arms and I don't suppose it would be much fun having your arm chopped off or eaten off by an angry red dragon, though it would be interesting, and Tanis says only to do things that are conducive to a long life, and if I don't have a Silver Arm right away, I might bleed to death.
Flint is dead. I wonder what it's like to die. Do you know, Fizban? You took him to the center of Godshome. You know, don't you?
Wait, what did you say? Flint is waiting for me?! Really?!! By a big tree at Reorx's forge! I'll tell him stories and he'll whittle his wood and grumble at me again and I won't ever feel this eerie feeling again. Ever!
Hold on, Flint! I'm coming!
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