The Game
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonlance (
Raistlin is 6 years old; the other children are between 5 and 10.
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The sun peeked into the window of the Majere house and settled its golden rays on a little boy lying on bed. His slim fingers were curled around a book and he was studying it intently. It was a plain book but the boy obviously found it very interesting. Outside a bird started chirping as the sun continued rising. Nearby he heard the stirring of his brother, Caramon. Caramon always slept late into the day, wasting precious time. Sighing, Raistlin turned back to his book.
Some time later Raistlin was startled from his trance-like concentration.
"Raist! Are you awake? Oh, you are. Come on, let's go! Gibeon and Tranin have a new game they made and I wanna join! Mmmm... do I smell eggs? I hope papa is cooking them with onions, that's my favorite! Don't they smell good...." Caramon trailed away as he saw his brother look at him impatiently.
Heaving a sigh, Raistlin turned back to his book. "Go ahead, Caramon, I'm not hungry. I will be along soon."
"Ok, but be down soon, I want you to come and see our game. Gibeon said it was going to really great, maybe even a treasure hunt!" Caramon replied, his excitement not in the least bit dampened.
Shaking his head at Caramon's enthusiasm for a simple game, Raistlin once again settled himself back onto his bed and resumed his studying.
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A few hours later Raistlin was outside with Caramon walking toward the old tree the boys had set up for a meeting place. He had gone downstairs when he no longer heard Caramon scraping the fork against the plate in an effort to get every crumb off his plate. Downstairs his mother, Rosamun, who wasn't in one of her "spells" at the moment, gave him a piece of bread and told him to eat all of it. The 6-year-old was very thin and delicate, especially compared to his robust and sturdy twin. It worried her greatly.
"Won't you take more, honey?" she asked, but he shook his head and walked out.
Caramon was waiting for him down the path a ways and as soon as Raistlin caught up, he took off at a jog. Raistlin keep on walking however, jogging from this point would be too much for him. Tossing away half the bread for the birds to eat, he called ahead to Caramon to wait.
"What is so important about this game?" Raistlin asked, "You have played many games with Gibeon before..."
"This one is better, Gibeon says that it will be an adventure, we will be hunting and hiking, fighting and sailing, all the things real warriors do!" Caramon practically shouted.
Chuckling to himself, Raistlin tried to picture the town boys and Caramon sailing across the little pond near the town. How disappointed Caramon will be when he finds out that the activities will not go as he planned!
The two walked in silence until they got to the tree, Caramon thinking of all the wonderful things this day will hold; Raistlin thinking of what he would do once they got to the tree, as he was most likely not going with the others.
Soon they reached the old tree and saw the crowd of boys waiting.
"Hullo Caramon!" they called. Caramon waved back and ran ahead to meet them.
*No one said hi to me, Raistlin thought bitterly. Everyone loves Caramon, he is sure to be welcomed. I doubt even he could convince the others to let me join. No matter, I don't want to join anyway. It won't be fun. * Little Raistlin tried to convince himself of why he didn't want to play, but it didn't work. Sighing, he continued to the tree.
He arrived a minute later to see all the boys conversing and planning the Game's events. Caramon waved him over.
" We are choosing our positions!" he said, "Who do you want to be? You can be a spy, soldier, commander, tracker, explorer...." he trailed off at a look from Gibeon.
"No, Caramon, Raistlin cannot join us today," Gibeon said stiffly.
The 10-year-old never liked the small boy and was mean to him in a subtle way, a way that Caramon would not pick up on. Raistlin sure did though, so he avoided Gibeon at all costs. He only came today because Caramon so badly wanted him to.
"Awww, come on Gibeon, sure he can play," Caramon replied, stepping to his brother's side.
Another older boy pulled Gibeon away and whispered to him. Gibeon's eyes lit up and then narrowed as he listened. He glanced at Raistlin and smiled. Turning back, he said, "Oh, I'm sorry, sure you can join um... Raist."
Nervously, Raistlin nodded. He did not forget the look and smile Gibeon had given him. It didn't seem natural. He had a sneaking suspicion Gibeon was planning something and it wouldn't be good. He looked at Caramon's eager face and decided he would come along, even if only for a few hours. If anything happened to him Caramon would stand up and protect him. There was no doubt about that. Maybe Raistlin could even teach Gibeon to respect him. He leaned in and listened to the rest of the plans.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonlance (
Raistlin is 6 years old; the other children are between 5 and 10.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sun peeked into the window of the Majere house and settled its golden rays on a little boy lying on bed. His slim fingers were curled around a book and he was studying it intently. It was a plain book but the boy obviously found it very interesting. Outside a bird started chirping as the sun continued rising. Nearby he heard the stirring of his brother, Caramon. Caramon always slept late into the day, wasting precious time. Sighing, Raistlin turned back to his book.
Some time later Raistlin was startled from his trance-like concentration.
"Raist! Are you awake? Oh, you are. Come on, let's go! Gibeon and Tranin have a new game they made and I wanna join! Mmmm... do I smell eggs? I hope papa is cooking them with onions, that's my favorite! Don't they smell good...." Caramon trailed away as he saw his brother look at him impatiently.
Heaving a sigh, Raistlin turned back to his book. "Go ahead, Caramon, I'm not hungry. I will be along soon."
"Ok, but be down soon, I want you to come and see our game. Gibeon said it was going to really great, maybe even a treasure hunt!" Caramon replied, his excitement not in the least bit dampened.
Shaking his head at Caramon's enthusiasm for a simple game, Raistlin once again settled himself back onto his bed and resumed his studying.
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A few hours later Raistlin was outside with Caramon walking toward the old tree the boys had set up for a meeting place. He had gone downstairs when he no longer heard Caramon scraping the fork against the plate in an effort to get every crumb off his plate. Downstairs his mother, Rosamun, who wasn't in one of her "spells" at the moment, gave him a piece of bread and told him to eat all of it. The 6-year-old was very thin and delicate, especially compared to his robust and sturdy twin. It worried her greatly.
"Won't you take more, honey?" she asked, but he shook his head and walked out.
Caramon was waiting for him down the path a ways and as soon as Raistlin caught up, he took off at a jog. Raistlin keep on walking however, jogging from this point would be too much for him. Tossing away half the bread for the birds to eat, he called ahead to Caramon to wait.
"What is so important about this game?" Raistlin asked, "You have played many games with Gibeon before..."
"This one is better, Gibeon says that it will be an adventure, we will be hunting and hiking, fighting and sailing, all the things real warriors do!" Caramon practically shouted.
Chuckling to himself, Raistlin tried to picture the town boys and Caramon sailing across the little pond near the town. How disappointed Caramon will be when he finds out that the activities will not go as he planned!
The two walked in silence until they got to the tree, Caramon thinking of all the wonderful things this day will hold; Raistlin thinking of what he would do once they got to the tree, as he was most likely not going with the others.
Soon they reached the old tree and saw the crowd of boys waiting.
"Hullo Caramon!" they called. Caramon waved back and ran ahead to meet them.
*No one said hi to me, Raistlin thought bitterly. Everyone loves Caramon, he is sure to be welcomed. I doubt even he could convince the others to let me join. No matter, I don't want to join anyway. It won't be fun. * Little Raistlin tried to convince himself of why he didn't want to play, but it didn't work. Sighing, he continued to the tree.
He arrived a minute later to see all the boys conversing and planning the Game's events. Caramon waved him over.
" We are choosing our positions!" he said, "Who do you want to be? You can be a spy, soldier, commander, tracker, explorer...." he trailed off at a look from Gibeon.
"No, Caramon, Raistlin cannot join us today," Gibeon said stiffly.
The 10-year-old never liked the small boy and was mean to him in a subtle way, a way that Caramon would not pick up on. Raistlin sure did though, so he avoided Gibeon at all costs. He only came today because Caramon so badly wanted him to.
"Awww, come on Gibeon, sure he can play," Caramon replied, stepping to his brother's side.
Another older boy pulled Gibeon away and whispered to him. Gibeon's eyes lit up and then narrowed as he listened. He glanced at Raistlin and smiled. Turning back, he said, "Oh, I'm sorry, sure you can join um... Raist."
Nervously, Raistlin nodded. He did not forget the look and smile Gibeon had given him. It didn't seem natural. He had a sneaking suspicion Gibeon was planning something and it wouldn't be good. He looked at Caramon's eager face and decided he would come along, even if only for a few hours. If anything happened to him Caramon would stand up and protect him. There was no doubt about that. Maybe Raistlin could even teach Gibeon to respect him. He leaned in and listened to the rest of the plans.
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So, what do you think? Feedback appreciated!