Mind Games
Chapter One - In the Beginning...
I do not own Dragonlance and I adore Margaret Weis and I actually feel in love with Raistlin for approximately a year, resulting in my possession of 40 different Dragonlance novel and short story collections. Don't sue; I just love Raistlin, so I wrote this fic.
Kohaku Frost
This is a story about a fan who loved the Dragonlance books and Raistlin. One day, Darcy wakes up in a room, being tended to by Raistlin and she thinks she's dreaming until it takes a few weeks for her to heal from her transport to Krynn. Finally she realizes that it is not a dream and that she has gotten her wish. But, how she gets home is a mystery that Raistlin isn't sure he wants to help her solve. Until then, she accompanies the Companions on their most dangerous adventure before the War of the Lance. Hope you enjoy!!!
There's times when I want something more
Someone more like me
There's times when this dress rehearsal
Seems incomplete
But you see the colors in me
Like no one else
And behind your dark glasses
You're something else
You're really lovely underneath it all
You want to love me underneath it all
I'm really lucky underneath it all
You're really lovely
You know some real bad tricks
And you need some discipline
But lately you've been trying real hard
And giving me your best
And you give me the most gorgeous sleep
That I've ever had
And when it's really bad
I guess it's not that bad
You're really lovely underneath it all
You want to love me underneath it all
I'm really lucky underneath it all
You're really lovely
So many moons that we have seen
Stumbling back next to me
I've seen right through and underneath
And you make me better
I've seen right through and underneath
And you make me better
You've used up all your coupons
And all you got left is me
And somehow I'm full of forgiveness
I guess it's meant to be.
You're really lovely underneath it all
You want to love me underneath it all
I'm really lucky underneath it all
You're really lovely
"Underneath It All" No Doubt
Darcy Valentine was a beautiful blonde with a body that women paid millions to get, and a mind that baffled her teachers. At seventeen, she had already taken her college entrance exams, but she had no desire to go to college early and make her stupid parents happy. What she really wanted was to read books all day and write depressing stories that she never finished and discover a magical, mystical way to make money doing just that.
Darcy fought off her boredom by turning to a tried and true passion of hers. She got up from the desk her homework laid on forgotten and walked over to her bookcase. She opened the glass doors reverently and reached up and took out The Soulforge by her all time favorite author, Margaret Weis. She flopped on her bed and opened the book she had memorized and knew by heart. Sighing dismally, she wished desperately that Krynn was real and that she could live there. She opened the book and lost herself in the irresistible story of her favorite character.
Three hours later and almost through the book, Darcy closed the pages and set the thick volume on her bedside table. She'd finish her homework in the morning; she was just so tired, she had to sleep. Darcy let her eyes slide shut, hiding the green depths that so many found so alluring. As she drifted off to the embrace of the Sandman, the girl dreamed of hourglass pupils staring out from irises more golden than her hair, a handsome face framed by white locks.
Her alarm clock went off and Darcy hit it irritably. She crawled out of bed, threw on some clothes, tossed her homework in her back pack, she'd finish it on the bus, grabbed her little brother's toast and walked to the bus stop. She got on the bus, ignoring the comments of the other teenagers and sat by a window. She was so tired; her head leaned against the cool glass. She'd just close her eyes a minute...
* * *
Falling through a vast emptiness, green eyes were awakened by the wind whipping her long hair around her face, eyes watching flawless clouds above getting smaller. Darcy tried to breathe, but she felt the air stolen from her lungs as she fell, faster and faster the cold seeping into her very bones. Her eyes stung and as she watched with blurred vision, tears slipped from her eyes, hanging in the air, disintegrating before they could wet her cheeks. She was afraid to turn over, it was more real than any nightmare she'd had before. Usually, Darcy felt herself falling and then she wake up with a jolt, but she only dreamed those dreams when she was merely dozing.
Darcy heard cries from below her, and she heard a soft voice yell an incantation that she could not understand. Her descent slowed greatly, but when she hit the ground it was still with a considerable amount of force. She heard someone screaming and then the screams died away, but the pain took its place with inescapable agony. As the darkness swept over her vision, Darcy realized that the screams she had heard had been her own.
There was a constant throb in her back, but it was dulled by some numbing agent. There was softness behind her and warm hands were tending cuts on her right arm. The hands treated a particularly painful wound, and she hissed in pain. The hands ceased for a moment, then continued their work, but with words accompanying them.
"Hush. You fell a very long way down. Making noise is not a good idea." The voice was the same one that had yelled the incantation, but other than that the voice was completely unfamiliar. She tried to open her eyes but it was entirely impossible.
"Where.?" Darcy could only whisper the single word, but the hands understood.
"A room in the Inn of the Last Home. You fell in a field near here." Darcy couldn't believe her ears. The Inn of the Last Home was not real, nor was anything of Krynn. The voice did not seem to know that, as it continued. "My name is Raistlin; I tried to stop your fall with magic, but I was mostly unsuccessful." Raistlin's voice was full of bitterness and Darcy knew why: the magic had not stopped her fall completely, therefore it had failed, and Raistlin despised failure.
"Krynn." Darcy forced the word out and Raistlin listened attentively, aware that the girl was from no part of Krynn that either Tanis or his sister knew about. It seemed that his summoning spell might have worked, but he was not certain. "Not.real.Solace.does.not exist."
These words puzzled the young mage even further. She said Solace did not exist, but she was in Solace this very moment. The brown haired young man's thoughts were interrupted by the arrivals of Kitiara, his sister, and Caramon, his twin brother. Kit walked over toward the bed, her boots thumping on the wooden floor. She looked at the girl, watched her every move carefully, somehow knowing that she was from another world. Caramon looked at the girl, noting more her beauty and not the world of origin. The big warrior was well assured by past experience that Raistlin would not have any romantic interest in the girl, therefore she was fair game.
Darcy tried opening her eyes again, but with no luck. Kitiara had taken an interest in the tight black glove encasing Darcy's left arm. Darcy felt the rough fingers trying to remove the glove and her eyes opened of their own volition and the right arm whipped around to swat at the trespassing hand. She heard a collective gasp as those in the room got the first look at her eyes. None of them had ever seen such a remarkable shade of green in someone's eyes. Darcy looked around, and she saw the manner of dress, furnishings, Raistlin's face and robes, and the appearances of the other two and she fell back to the bed in a dead faint.
End Chapter One - In the Beginning...
Chapter One - In the Beginning...
I do not own Dragonlance and I adore Margaret Weis and I actually feel in love with Raistlin for approximately a year, resulting in my possession of 40 different Dragonlance novel and short story collections. Don't sue; I just love Raistlin, so I wrote this fic.
Kohaku Frost
This is a story about a fan who loved the Dragonlance books and Raistlin. One day, Darcy wakes up in a room, being tended to by Raistlin and she thinks she's dreaming until it takes a few weeks for her to heal from her transport to Krynn. Finally she realizes that it is not a dream and that she has gotten her wish. But, how she gets home is a mystery that Raistlin isn't sure he wants to help her solve. Until then, she accompanies the Companions on their most dangerous adventure before the War of the Lance. Hope you enjoy!!!
There's times when I want something more
Someone more like me
There's times when this dress rehearsal
Seems incomplete
But you see the colors in me
Like no one else
And behind your dark glasses
You're something else
You're really lovely underneath it all
You want to love me underneath it all
I'm really lucky underneath it all
You're really lovely
You know some real bad tricks
And you need some discipline
But lately you've been trying real hard
And giving me your best
And you give me the most gorgeous sleep
That I've ever had
And when it's really bad
I guess it's not that bad
You're really lovely underneath it all
You want to love me underneath it all
I'm really lucky underneath it all
You're really lovely
So many moons that we have seen
Stumbling back next to me
I've seen right through and underneath
And you make me better
I've seen right through and underneath
And you make me better
You've used up all your coupons
And all you got left is me
And somehow I'm full of forgiveness
I guess it's meant to be.
You're really lovely underneath it all
You want to love me underneath it all
I'm really lucky underneath it all
You're really lovely
"Underneath It All" No Doubt
Darcy Valentine was a beautiful blonde with a body that women paid millions to get, and a mind that baffled her teachers. At seventeen, she had already taken her college entrance exams, but she had no desire to go to college early and make her stupid parents happy. What she really wanted was to read books all day and write depressing stories that she never finished and discover a magical, mystical way to make money doing just that.
Darcy fought off her boredom by turning to a tried and true passion of hers. She got up from the desk her homework laid on forgotten and walked over to her bookcase. She opened the glass doors reverently and reached up and took out The Soulforge by her all time favorite author, Margaret Weis. She flopped on her bed and opened the book she had memorized and knew by heart. Sighing dismally, she wished desperately that Krynn was real and that she could live there. She opened the book and lost herself in the irresistible story of her favorite character.
Three hours later and almost through the book, Darcy closed the pages and set the thick volume on her bedside table. She'd finish her homework in the morning; she was just so tired, she had to sleep. Darcy let her eyes slide shut, hiding the green depths that so many found so alluring. As she drifted off to the embrace of the Sandman, the girl dreamed of hourglass pupils staring out from irises more golden than her hair, a handsome face framed by white locks.
Her alarm clock went off and Darcy hit it irritably. She crawled out of bed, threw on some clothes, tossed her homework in her back pack, she'd finish it on the bus, grabbed her little brother's toast and walked to the bus stop. She got on the bus, ignoring the comments of the other teenagers and sat by a window. She was so tired; her head leaned against the cool glass. She'd just close her eyes a minute...
* * *
Falling through a vast emptiness, green eyes were awakened by the wind whipping her long hair around her face, eyes watching flawless clouds above getting smaller. Darcy tried to breathe, but she felt the air stolen from her lungs as she fell, faster and faster the cold seeping into her very bones. Her eyes stung and as she watched with blurred vision, tears slipped from her eyes, hanging in the air, disintegrating before they could wet her cheeks. She was afraid to turn over, it was more real than any nightmare she'd had before. Usually, Darcy felt herself falling and then she wake up with a jolt, but she only dreamed those dreams when she was merely dozing.
Darcy heard cries from below her, and she heard a soft voice yell an incantation that she could not understand. Her descent slowed greatly, but when she hit the ground it was still with a considerable amount of force. She heard someone screaming and then the screams died away, but the pain took its place with inescapable agony. As the darkness swept over her vision, Darcy realized that the screams she had heard had been her own.
There was a constant throb in her back, but it was dulled by some numbing agent. There was softness behind her and warm hands were tending cuts on her right arm. The hands treated a particularly painful wound, and she hissed in pain. The hands ceased for a moment, then continued their work, but with words accompanying them.
"Hush. You fell a very long way down. Making noise is not a good idea." The voice was the same one that had yelled the incantation, but other than that the voice was completely unfamiliar. She tried to open her eyes but it was entirely impossible.
"Where.?" Darcy could only whisper the single word, but the hands understood.
"A room in the Inn of the Last Home. You fell in a field near here." Darcy couldn't believe her ears. The Inn of the Last Home was not real, nor was anything of Krynn. The voice did not seem to know that, as it continued. "My name is Raistlin; I tried to stop your fall with magic, but I was mostly unsuccessful." Raistlin's voice was full of bitterness and Darcy knew why: the magic had not stopped her fall completely, therefore it had failed, and Raistlin despised failure.
"Krynn." Darcy forced the word out and Raistlin listened attentively, aware that the girl was from no part of Krynn that either Tanis or his sister knew about. It seemed that his summoning spell might have worked, but he was not certain. "Not.real.Solace.does.not exist."
These words puzzled the young mage even further. She said Solace did not exist, but she was in Solace this very moment. The brown haired young man's thoughts were interrupted by the arrivals of Kitiara, his sister, and Caramon, his twin brother. Kit walked over toward the bed, her boots thumping on the wooden floor. She looked at the girl, watched her every move carefully, somehow knowing that she was from another world. Caramon looked at the girl, noting more her beauty and not the world of origin. The big warrior was well assured by past experience that Raistlin would not have any romantic interest in the girl, therefore she was fair game.
Darcy tried opening her eyes again, but with no luck. Kitiara had taken an interest in the tight black glove encasing Darcy's left arm. Darcy felt the rough fingers trying to remove the glove and her eyes opened of their own volition and the right arm whipped around to swat at the trespassing hand. She heard a collective gasp as those in the room got the first look at her eyes. None of them had ever seen such a remarkable shade of green in someone's eyes. Darcy looked around, and she saw the manner of dress, furnishings, Raistlin's face and robes, and the appearances of the other two and she fell back to the bed in a dead faint.
End Chapter One - In the Beginning...