A Dragonlance Saga by TempestXtreme
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This fic takes place two months after the Chronicles Trilogy, and it involves my own original characters.
Chapter One – Two humans, a dragon, and a crazy old wizard Krynn – The Ruins of Haven
A dragon appeared in the sky over Haven, it was a large, icy-blue dragon, and it bore two riders – a man and a woman. The dragon lands in the centre of the ruins, and sighs sadly.
"Sad, all of it. How can the dragons of this world be so destructive?" it said.
"These Dragons of Krynn are not like your brethren on our own world," the woman said. She was a beautiful woman, aged about 25, with waist-length earth-brown hair and large, luminous, beautiful emerald green eyes. She wore a long white dress that had the sides cut up to the thighs on her right for ease of movement, and she had a sword in a silver sheath at her side.
"Rebecca is right, Glacias," the man said. "But there are good dragons here, too; silver, gold and bronze dragons. They'll help us, I'm sure of it."
The man was tall – standing at least 6'1 – and had dark, deep, sea-blue eyes, short light brown hair and a scar on the right side of his face that ran from his temple down to the base of his throat. He wore a black jacket over a black tunic, black breeches, boots and gloves. He had no weapon, but he looked strong enough to beat a hundred enemy soldiers to death. His name was Samuel Neocene, but he preferred to be called Tempest.
"I suggest you Polymorph, Glacias," Rebecca said. "The blue dragons of this world are evil, and you might panic the locals."
Glacias sighed and nodded. "Very well, if it avoids unnecessary bloodshed."
Tempest and his wife watched as the magnificent dragon's icy-blue scales shone in the silver-red light of Krynn's two moons. Her eyes, large, golden, and filled with the knowledge of millennia, closed in concentration as she spoke a single word of magic and shrunk in size so that Tempest could put her in his pocket on the inside of his jacket. He did so, and he and Rebecca were about leave, when they noticed movement in the shadows. He and Rebecca stopped and Rebecca's enchanted sword, the Angelheart Blade, was in her hands instantly. Tempest's hands remained empty, though he got into a battle-ready stance. Then, an old man walked out of the shadows wearing mouse-coloured robes and a bent hat. He was leaning on a staff, had a long white beard and hawkish eyes. He stopped and looked at Tempest and Rebecca closely.
"Who are you?" he asked. "Never seen you before."
Rebecca and Tempest relaxed, and Rebecca sheathed her sword. She looked at the old man curiously. What had he seen or heard? Had he seen Glacias? If he had seen her, then they were going to have a hard time explaining that she wasn't evil. However, the old man just stood there, staring at them both, but particularly at Rebecca's sword. He spoke suddenly.
"Tsarin korilath ith hakon."
Rebecca's sword began to glow.
"Your blade is enchanted," the old man said. "Powerful magic protects it."
"I know that it is enchanted," Rebecca replied. "It's been in my family for generations."
"It has?" asked the old man with interest. "I see your friend carries no weapon."
"I carry a weapon," Tempest said. "Just not in plain sight. And who are you, old man?"
The old man thought for a moment, a rather long moment. Then he smiled. "Fizban," he said, smiling. "Now that you know my name, might I know yours?"
Rebecca held out her hand. "Rebecca Angelheart," she said, smiling. "And this is my husband, Samuel, although he prefers the name Tempest."
Fizban looked at Tempest. "Your name refers to a storm," he said. Tempest nodded.
"The way I fight, the enemy might as well as be in the middle of a storm," he replied. "How long were you in the shadows for?"
"I was asleep," Fizban replied. "I heard a noise out here, like a dragon setting itself on the ground, and came outside to see what it was. But, there's no dragon here, just two people."
Fizban peered at Tempest intently. "Unless you're a dragon."
Tempest laughed. "I'm not a dragon," he said. "I used to be, but then the gods saw fit to change me into a human permanently, so that I might be with my beloved."
Fizban's look intensified. "How old are the two of you? You seem young, but I think you're much older than you seem."
"He's good," Tempest thought. "Who is this old man?"
Rebecca looked at him, and gasped. "He is magi," she said. Fizban blinked.
"How did you know I was magi?" he asked. "Was it my clothes?"
Rebecca shook her head. "I can see an aura of power around you. For one so old, you have a lot of power."
Tempest looked at him. "Yes, I see it too," he said. "So what else can you see, Fizban?"
Fizban peered at Tempest. "You, too, are a magic user," he said. "Yet you wear black. Are you an evil wizard?"
Tempests look darkened. "I battle evil," he said. "I am a Warrior of the Light!"
Rebecca laid a gentle hand on his arm. "Calm down, Tempest," she said softly. "He didn't mean to insult you."
"…All right. My apologies, Old One."
Fizban nodded. "Accepted," he said, looking at Rebecca again. "Rebecca, are you a magic user too?"
Rebecca looked at her husband, who nodded. "Tell him," he said. Rebecca sighed, not sure how Fizban would take what she was going to tell him.
"I am a Sorceress," she said. Fizban didn't seem to care, he just shrugged and went and leaned on a wall.
"I thought as much," he said. "You also have an air of authority about you."
With that, Fizban fell asleep. Tempest looked at his wife and took her hand.
"We should be going," he said. "This world can't be too healthy at night."
Rebecca nodded. "Sure," she said. "We'll head to the nearest town."
"That's Solace," Fizban said. "But, I'm sure you know that the dragons destroyed it two months ago, and that the residents are suspicious of outsiders."
Tempest and Rebecca started and stared at the old man, who was now looking at them intently. "I will go with you," he said. "Magic or not, you two won't last long on your own, not with the renegade draconians running around killing people."
Tempest raised an eyebrow and looked at Rebecca. "What do you think?"
"I think," Rebecca said. "I think that this old man knows more than he's lets on. Yes, Fizban will come with us."
Tempest looked at the old man again. He seemed harmless, but something told the warrior that all was not as it seemed with this old wizard…
"Fine," he said finally.
They went on their way, onto Solace…