Author: Wow. My first ever fic that I'm putting up here on this wonderful site.. Anyway, this is a story that was stuck in my head a few years back, but I never really got into. When I started rereading the DL books, I was inspired. Suddenly.
In a weird way.
So sit back and don't forget to R+R. Suits up flame proof jacket Enjoy.
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Prologue
The night was as soggy as a baby's bottom… And probably as dirty too.
Although it wouldn't have mattered anyway since this scene takes place underground. Hmph. Well ho hum, I've always wanted to use that line. Going on…
A small group of gully dwarves lay sound asleep in one of the crumbled dark alleyways of Xak Tsaroth. To an observer, they have probably fallen asleep after they had feasted on fat sewer rats, for small bones were scattered everywhere. All were snoring quite loudly. A particularly loud snore jolted a gully dwarf from it's sleep.
If you were to look closer, you would know that this gully dwarf was a female. And a rather pretty one as far as these little creatures go. She yawned loudly and scrambled up on her stubby legs. After stepping on a few sleeping bodies, she made her way out of the alley. The sounds of snoring was quieter now. The gully dwarf grunted to herself and sat down, carefully placing down a well-worn bag as she did so. Ditry hands rubbed an even dirtier face. She had been dreaming… dreaming of a man clothed in red… They had been running in a field of flowers together… laughing, eating, and having all sorts of fun.
Bupu stared at the night sky. It was visible because of a rather large hole in the ceiling. Through it, she saw the stars. There were many.
"Not more than two…" she said to herself wisely and then gasped. A flash streaked through the sky, leaving a trail of silvery glitter. It disappeared.
Now, before I go on, there's something I must tell you. Gully dwarves are probably the smartest beings on Krynn. In fact, to make it easier, I'll do just that. I have the power, you know. Haha. What? Don't think so? I'll prove it. Watch…
One of the smartest creatures of Krynn sat, looking at the night sky. It had just witnessed a comet, but it didn't know that. Everyone knew, though, that if you saw a zooming flash in the night, you were suppose to wish on it. No? Well, shut up. It was because gully dwarves were so simple, that they were so brilliant. They know exactly what they want and aren't bothered by all suppose silly excess emotions. Sure, they were capable of loving, hating, anger, and grief, but who needed things like jealousy? Jealousy is just another complicated form of love. Or how about neutrality? Geez, it's either you like them or you don't. Oh! I have another one. Politics. It just confuses people, really. Gully dwarves don't need all of that. Simple life, simple pleasures. And thus, they were the smartest race in the world.
Now Bupu here knew exactly what she wanted. She didn't need to think of anything else. Just Raistlin. Bowing her head and clasping her grubby hands before her, she wished.
"Me want pretty man."
And it was that simple.
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Raistlin woke up screaming. He sprung up from his desk where he had fallen asleep on and now was looking around with a lack of sanity in his eyes.
Dalamar ran to his master's study. He was in his silk jammies. They were a pleasing dark purple with little lambs dancing around it. Judging by the way his hair was ruffled up and how a dried up trail of drool ran down his mouth, Dalamar had been sleeping. "Shalafi!" he exclaimed, shocked to find Raistlin in this state, "Did something go wrong? Did you happen to drink your evening tea?" he asked gleefully.
"No, considering that someone had put laxatives in it." Raistlin composed himself long enough to fix the dark elf with a stare that would've melted Styrofoam (had it been invent at the time). "But I did happen to see you drink your glass of wine. Did you enjoy it?" he questioned innocently.
Dalamar paled and gagged. He quickly changed the subject. "I heard you screaming. Why?"
Raistlin went silent for a moment. He shuddered. "I had a dream."
"About?" Dalamar settled himself on one of the chairs.
Raistlin's voice was vague and halting. The dark elf was worried. "I was being chased… by a gully dwarf. I was running through a vast desert with thorns. "
"Aw. Shalafi. It was only a dream."
"SHE WAS LAUGHING AND TRYING TO FEED ME RATS!" Raistlin shrieked, waving his arms. He suddenly stopped as if a long lost memory had popped up in his mind. Which was what had exactly happened. "…and I must see her…"
"Who?" Dalamar asked, very curious. He was disturbed about the rat part though. How horrible.
"Bupu…"
"Bless you." Dalamar said politely.
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So the world begins to end... Should I continue? Be kind and review. :D