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A/N: My take on how Mister Majere got his apprentice. Parodies and hidden(?) rants will ensue. Enjoy if you must. In fact, I suggest you do!


Chapter One: A Major Disturbance

Naturally, the world is filled with many wonders. However, it is all in the matter of perspective of the viewers. In example, the birth of a baby to the parents is a marvelous blessing while from the older sibling of the baby, it is simply a chance for jealous emotions to fester and that, also, it's just disgusting. The blood and all. Needless to say, opinions are greatly needed to measure the greatness of something great.

Except for Raistlin, of course.

Or, to be more accurate, his actions. There was no doubt in all of Krynn that the feat he was about to preform would be the most fantastic, radical, and extreme undertaking known to man, animal, dragon, kender, elf... etc. The whole world was wowed and no one dared to utter a complaint or scoff at the brilliant letters that formed in the sky, whether it be in night or daylight, depending on where one was viewing the spectacular scene in the world..

ATTENTION BEINGS OF KRYNN. I, RAISTLIN MAJERE, HAVE TAMPERED WITH THE MAGIC OF THIS WORLD, COMPLIMENTS OF SOLINARI, LUNITARI, AND NUITARI. AS OF NOW, MY TOWER IS OPEN FOR THE FIVE (UN?)-FORTUNATE VISITORS, ONE OF WHICH WILL RECEIVE AN ADDITIONAL HONORABLE REWARD. THOSE FIVE WILL BE SELECTED AT RANDOM. AS OF NOW, MAGIC WILL CONTINUE TO PROPERLY WORK WITH THE EXCEPTION OF FIVE CORRESPONDING SPELLS (INCLUDING MAGICAL ITEMS AS WELL). THESE FIVE SPELLS WILL ACTIVATE A PERSONAL MESSAGE FROM ME IN THE FORM OF A GOLDEN PLATE. FROM THERE, I WILL EXPLAIN SPECIFIC DIRECTIONS FOR YOU TO TAKE TO ACCESS MY TOWER. MAY THE GODS BE WITH YOU!

And in no time at all, Raistlin had everyone in an uproar. Of course, there might have been a few difficulties within the respective nations that did not read Common, such as the barbarian tribes, bless them.

"I see an exclamation mark at the end of it. Must be terribly important," spoke Wingtip in his guttural and primitive language. The barbarian glanced up at the night sky in awe, but still minded the pointy spear he was busy sharpening. His other barbarian friend gave a grunt as he bit into a roasted field mouse.

"It appears urgent. I suppose we ought to capture a linguist of this strange language and have them interpret this aerial message," answered Wingtip's companion, chewing thoughtfully as grease dribbled down his unshaven chin.

"Ah, excellent idea," exclaimed Wingtip, getting up to his feet and dusting off his loincloth. His partner followed in suit and the two barbarians headed off.

However, as you can see, the message was clear since, after all, giant words in bold capital letters appearing in the sky shouldn't be too ordinary. Those that could not read, asked. Within five standard hours, everyone from the highest cast of nobility to the sticking caves of gully dwarves knew of Raistlin's wonderful announcement.

Wonderful, you asked? Why yes. Observe.

"To see the Raistlin Majere... and then see the inside of his tower?" a black robed murmured, arcing his magical dagger, "That would be an honor I would most certainly enjoy." The white robed craned his neck, not only to take a good look at the letter-filled sky, but to avoid getting his head sliced off as he brought down his wooden staff to parry the black robed's attack. He drew into his pouch, tossing a few rose petals into the air before muttering a spell.

"I agree," said the servant of Solinari, "The Tower of High Sorcery is what I'm actually interested in but- ...oh dear."

The black robed collapsed, having been hit by the white robed's sleep spell. The evil wizard was now slumbering peacefully. His white counterpart shrugged, merely stepping over the body. The mage walked over to a pretty young woman who was magically chained up to a wall.

"Ah, I have also heard of this Raistlin," chimed the maiden in distress to her rescuer, "This Majere was said to be quite the charmer." The white robed quirked a brow while he worked his magic to undo the spirit ropes.

"How so, my dear?"

The lady paused daintily, tilting her lovely head to the side in contemplation.

"You know, I find evil to be very sexy," she replied, nonchalantly, "I'm guessing it's all the black and mysterious demeanor. In fact, I wouldn't mind finding a golden plate myself."

The white robed looked upset, suddenly thinking that his rescue might have been not needed. Coming to the conclusion that his love might be happier living under the slavery of his arch-nemesis, the poor sod magiked himself away, vowing to find Raistlin's golden plate to learn the ways of evilness to woo his fair lady (who was still chained up to the wall).

As sudden changes of motives occurred everywhere, Krynn was metaphorically turned upside-down. The most sweetest of people now fought over magical items, trying in vain to activate the Golden Plate Spell. The evil people, having been surprised by the viciousness, redoubled their evil efforts. All the wizards gave the simplest excuses to use their spells such as levitating their spoon to their mouth, or teleporting to an area that could have been easily reached within ten steps.

All of it lined up to a common goal... to find Raistlin's golden plates.


End Chp.

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