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Raistlin awoke with a start. looking around he saw the coals glowing where the fire once burned. He saw the sleeping form of his brother.. Flint.. the Kender.. Tanis.. They were all there under the watchfull gaze of Sturm. He pulled the covers up and more tightly around himself, but the cold was still there. A light frosting of snow was on the ground. He reached out to touch the wood of his staff. it was warm to the touch. Closing his eyes and falling back into sleep, he saw a faint light. Raistlin snaped back to consiousness to see a shape in the distance glowing in white light. Raistlin pretended to be asleep but kept carefull watch on the illuminated figuer. As it came closer he saw it to be humanoid in shape.. female, a white dress and pale skin, white hair and light blue eyes that stuck out in comparison. It seemed to drift aimlessly, never going one direction for long. raistlin shifted position. the haunting blue eyes snaped to look directly into his. It began to move forword purposefully toward him. Raistlin readied a spell although not knowing if it would do any good. He did not know what this thing was. Very possibly, a ghost. That was what he was preparing for. The lighted figure stopped at the edge of the clearing, she glanced toward Sturm. She voicelessly called out to the would be knight. Sturm did not see her and knew nothing of her presence. She scanned the party and returned her gaze to Raistlin. "Please", she mouthed looking helpless. As if her life hung in the balance and she was running out of hope. Raistlin opend his eyes the rest of the way to show he saw her and mouthed back, " what?". "please help." Was the respons.
He could almost hear her voice in his mind quite as if raw from yelling. "How?" She motioned for him to follow. He was doubtfull. It could be a trap. Lure him away from the clearing and then grab for his life's energy. But
somehow he knew it was all rite, that she sincerely needed his help. He got up. Sturm glanced at him. thinking that he was only taking care of his own business, turned back to polishing his sword. Raistlin put on his cloak and wrapped his blanket around his thin shoulders and walked towrad the apperition. The figure smiled and bekoned him on. Keeping carefull track where he walked in case the apperition disapeared leaving him stranded, raistlin followed. The figure turned and watched whating for him to catch up, and Looking a little worried when he started
coughing. Finely straightening up, he continued. The mage couldn't help but notice that the figure didn¹t seem to be glowing as brightly as when he first saw it. The figure turned a bend. Raistlins, his vision, obscurred by
brambles, lost sight of it. When he turned the bend he no longer saw the figure. Thinking perhaps it had been a trick after all, he began to turn back when he noticed in a ditch that there was something huddled black and brown against
the frost. As he approached he saw what it was. The maiden. Her cloths were burned. He checked for a pulse. It was there. Slow, but there. He turned her onto her back. Even with his cursed vision, she was beautifull. The reason being ...she was an elf. Though she aged, she aged slowly like all elfs. Her hair was white and so was her skin. Her dress would have been white had it not been burned. Her hand.. her hand was also burned, a defection in her beauty. Her eyes opened just a slight bit to reveal hauntingly light blue eyes. She smiled, then fell into unconsciousness.
Raistlin stood and called for help.
to be continude....
Raistlin awoke with a start. looking around he saw the coals glowing where the fire once burned. He saw the sleeping form of his brother.. Flint.. the Kender.. Tanis.. They were all there under the watchfull gaze of Sturm. He pulled the covers up and more tightly around himself, but the cold was still there. A light frosting of snow was on the ground. He reached out to touch the wood of his staff. it was warm to the touch. Closing his eyes and falling back into sleep, he saw a faint light. Raistlin snaped back to consiousness to see a shape in the distance glowing in white light. Raistlin pretended to be asleep but kept carefull watch on the illuminated figuer. As it came closer he saw it to be humanoid in shape.. female, a white dress and pale skin, white hair and light blue eyes that stuck out in comparison. It seemed to drift aimlessly, never going one direction for long. raistlin shifted position. the haunting blue eyes snaped to look directly into his. It began to move forword purposefully toward him. Raistlin readied a spell although not knowing if it would do any good. He did not know what this thing was. Very possibly, a ghost. That was what he was preparing for. The lighted figure stopped at the edge of the clearing, she glanced toward Sturm. She voicelessly called out to the would be knight. Sturm did not see her and knew nothing of her presence. She scanned the party and returned her gaze to Raistlin. "Please", she mouthed looking helpless. As if her life hung in the balance and she was running out of hope. Raistlin opend his eyes the rest of the way to show he saw her and mouthed back, " what?". "please help." Was the respons.
He could almost hear her voice in his mind quite as if raw from yelling. "How?" She motioned for him to follow. He was doubtfull. It could be a trap. Lure him away from the clearing and then grab for his life's energy. But
somehow he knew it was all rite, that she sincerely needed his help. He got up. Sturm glanced at him. thinking that he was only taking care of his own business, turned back to polishing his sword. Raistlin put on his cloak and wrapped his blanket around his thin shoulders and walked towrad the apperition. The figure smiled and bekoned him on. Keeping carefull track where he walked in case the apperition disapeared leaving him stranded, raistlin followed. The figure turned and watched whating for him to catch up, and Looking a little worried when he started
coughing. Finely straightening up, he continued. The mage couldn't help but notice that the figure didn¹t seem to be glowing as brightly as when he first saw it. The figure turned a bend. Raistlins, his vision, obscurred by
brambles, lost sight of it. When he turned the bend he no longer saw the figure. Thinking perhaps it had been a trick after all, he began to turn back when he noticed in a ditch that there was something huddled black and brown against
the frost. As he approached he saw what it was. The maiden. Her cloths were burned. He checked for a pulse. It was there. Slow, but there. He turned her onto her back. Even with his cursed vision, she was beautifull. The reason being ...she was an elf. Though she aged, she aged slowly like all elfs. Her hair was white and so was her skin. Her dress would have been white had it not been burned. Her hand.. her hand was also burned, a defection in her beauty. Her eyes opened just a slight bit to reveal hauntingly light blue eyes. She smiled, then fell into unconsciousness.
Raistlin stood and called for help.
to be continude....