Hi, everyone! I was just reading the Dragonlance books again, and thought, why not make a fanfic of it! It won't be updated like everyday like some people but maybe once a week should be right. I'm not that good of a writer but I like to do it. So I hope you guys enjoy the story!

I rubbed my eyes irritably as my brother once more took the book from my hands, and I had to wrestle it back from him. Our parents gave us annoyed glances from the front of the car but eventually returned their eyes to the road. I turned my back on my brother, Josh, as best as I could and tried to read in the dying sunlight. I loved to read, especially books about magic and sci-fi though my parents didn't really approve of it but I didn't care. I knew it wasn't real, even though I admitted this grudgingly.

Tossing "Dragons of Autumn Twilight" into my lap, I pressed my forehead against the cool window. The sun was a blazing circle of flame against the mountains as we rushed by them. Fields were glowing orange as the light hit them, and I found them annoying as the light flashed into my eyes. Wishing that I had a light, I tried to find comfort in sleep but all I could think about was the companions from the book leaving Qualinesti, the land of the elves, and finding the friendly but suspicious ally Eben in a field of fallen comrades.

Words of Goldmoon, the barbarian cleric of Mishakal, rang through my head, and the magic language spoken from Raistlin Majere, an odd wizard that hides many secrets behind his mysterious hourglass eyes, mingled with them. Although I liked all of the characters in the story, my favorites had to be Goldmoon, Raistlin, and the weird Fizban. As they could make wondrous and amazing things happen with only a few words.

I caressed the soft cover of the book in my lap, wishing that I could open it and continue to read. I had only read one book previous to this one, and that was "The Soulforge", which was the book that got me into reading the first book of the Dragonlance Chronicles. Sadly, I only got to the point where the companions just entered the tomb of the one elf hero who I forgot the name of and accidentally unleashed the fury of that drow elf woman, and escaped it with the help of Raistlin.

I didn't want to know why that dead figure gave Tanis, a half-elf, the magical sword, or why this women, Kitiara, didn't show up at the five-year meeting of friends. I wanted to read more about Raistlin, who was my favorite, and the magic that came along with him. I knew why he had the golden skin, the hourglass eyes, and his white hair even though he was only in his twenties. It was because of the infamous Test, that all young wizards who wanted to become greater in their arcane art take. Also I knew that the one who would tell him things and helped him in need was the great, but dark, wizard Fistandantilus, even though Raistlin could not remember him. I got that all from reading "The Soulforge."

Sighing angrily, I opened my eyes as sleep was not coming, and that Josh was putting up the volume of the radio as a song he liked came on didn't help the process either. The sun was now a small slit above the mountains and darkness was descending rapidly. I hoped that we were going to pull over soon as I just wanted to read more in a nice comforting bed. I was just about to ask when my eye caught something in the fields. A white-robed figure stood up and the sun blazed on his robes. The figure turned to the car, raised a hand feebly, and collapsed.

"Stop! Pull over!" I cried and my mom fell upon the brakes, and the tires screamed as they dragged across the street unwillingly. I unlocked the door with shaking fingers and flung open the door. Running across the street and ignoring the shouts from my parents and brother, I bolted into the long grass and my eyes stayed on the spot where the figure fell. The weeds slashed at my hands, making them burn in the cold air but I didn't care though I noticed that I still held the book in my hand.

I was just about to give up the search when I stumbled across a small clearing in the weeds and the robed figure lay there. He looked about two years older then me, which made him about twenty-years old. His once light brown hair was dark and matted with blood but it didn't seem to be his own. I pushed his hair out of his face and tapped his cheek slightly with a finger to see if he reacted to touch.

The man's eyes flared opened, wild and feverish but he seemed to know what he was looking at. A thin hand flared out and grabbed my own, and I gave a cry of surprise and pain as he tightened his grasp. He pulled my close to his face and I almost thought of screaming out but I was driven by something I couldn't understand. The man searched my face as if looking for something and he smiled.

"Yes, I see," He said in a light whisper that made a cold shiver creep along my spin, "If I offer you the magic, will you accept it? Even thought it comes with deep consequences that could end your life here?"

I opened my mouth but words could not come out as my brain tried to analyze this sudden, and unexpected question. Though I knew the answer, something which I asked myself dozens of times over, and I said softly, "Yes."

Light flared from robed figure's hands and it surrounded me. Intense pain rushed over me and I dropped the book that I held in my other hand, and it fell to the ground with a soft plop. It landed with its arms open and light seemed to spread out of it as well as the man's hand. I closed my eyes and gave into the light and darkness wrapped around me with loving arms.

"Is he dead?" A shrill voice erupted into my head, and a swift jabbing pain followed. A snort followed and someone whispered words that I couldn't hear but I felt someone nestle down next to me. The smell of roses and something that seemed like it was decaying came with it. Delicate hands searched my neck and grabbed my wrist, searching for a sign of life.

"He is a live, strong and healthy," The whispered voice came again, this time I was able to understand it. "I see no signs of wounds or anything else that would make him go unconscious. Maybe he simply fell asleep?"

"A White Robe sleeping so near an enemy fortress?" A gruff voice grumbled with a snort of disbelief, "I find that difficult to believe, mage."

"Flint," A sharp voice came from my right and I almost gave a gasp of shock but I held it down, wondering what else would be said, "Raistlin doesn't know what is going on any more then we do."

"Raistlin!" I couldn't stand myself anymore and I shot my head up and almost collided with a man in red robes. His skin was a shade of gold, and hourglass eyes peered at me with wonder and surprise. His white hair, which seemed to be odd on him as he looked so young, fell upon his shoulders lightly, "You are Raistlin Majere!"

I know that it wasn't a very long chapter but it works as a first chapter as I reached what I wanted to get to. I hope that those who read this story will review! I love reviews. Also i have read the Dragonlance books all the way to the end of the Dark Disciple books. So i know this story but if i ever make a small fault, please mention it!