Dragons of the Harvest Moon

Damn the Draconians!

I moaned.

"She's awake, Half-Elven." I heard Raistlin's hoarse rasp above me.

I coughed and rolled to my side, vomiting, I managed not to get myself (Or anyone else) covered in vomit.

Shivering from chills, I weakly sat up, nearly falling back over from a dizzy spell. "Raistlin?" I managed.

"Here, I was just barely touched by the dart, I am weak, but not in danger." I felt his defenses go up.

"Where are we?" I asked, leaning on my staff, and failed to get on my feet.

"Outside the draconian camp, you told us all about them in your delirium." Raistlin replied calmly, helping me to my feet.

"Goldmoon's staff?" I asked. He nodded. "Who got it?"

Raistlin held up a hand, it was red, burned. My eyes widened. "You didn't."

" I did, I don't think I've ever ran that much in my life."

I looked at the burning camp, and saw Flint, Caramon and Riverwind come up with the wicker dragonhead, and realized why Raist couldn't help but laugh. I fell into hysterics, as did Raist. One look at Tanis, who looked like he nearly had had a heart attack, increased our mirth.

Slowly, we managed to laugh silently when Sturm commented, but I was still giggling when we hit the swamp again.

He only sounds that were made were Raistlin's coughing from the smoke and my own giggle/cough/wheeze thing, also affected by the smoke.

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Later, we had to wade through the muddy, gross water. I took one look.

"Ew. No way in the Nine Hells am I going in there."

Riverwind shot me a glance. "We must."

I glared back. "Damn, who I would kill if I could get us a." I broke off, not remembering the machines name.

Kill? Frank asked.

Fuck off!

"Wait, I know who I'd kill." I smiled evilly over at Tanis and then looked to Sturm. "Who, who indeed."

I hiked my robes up, not bothering with the pants, and stepped into the slimy, gross water. I shuddered. I walked, following for as long as could before, once again, collapsing into oblivion.

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While I was out, they found a solid mound of ground. I awoke, barely able to breathe: I looked at Raist, who was also panting for breath. He caught his breath before I, and when he said we had to move, I was gonna follow. We continued until we found a large obelisk.

"There is writing on it." I pointed out. "I know what it says."

Raistlin peered at the ruins in the dark.

"Shirak." I murmured. I felt the ecstasy of my first time using the magic. Three fingers on my right hand glow softly, just enough to see the runes.

" It says. 'The great city of Xak Tsaroth, whose beauty surrounds you, speaks to the good of its people and their generous deeds. The gods reward us with the grace of our home.'"

Raistlin nods his approval. "That is what it says."

Goldmoon looked at me in horror. "How awful! This shouldn't be like this!"

"What do you want us to do, magick up some random people to try to build here, when it is useless?" I demanded.

Goldmoon looked terrified. "Of course not, I was just"-

"Don't." I said harshly. "You will have your chance later."

I carefully started across the stones, praying I wouldn't slip and fall in the murky water. Feeling a sense of doom at what was to come, I started to sing a kender trail song softly.

Your one true love's a sailing ship

That anchors at our pier.

We lift her sails, we man her decks

We scrub he portholes clear;

And yes, our lighthouse shines for her

And yes our shores are warm;

We steer her into harbor,

Any port in a storm.

The sailors stand upon the docks,

The sailors stand in line,

As thirsty as a dwarf for gold

Or centaurs for cheap wine.

For all the sailors love her,

And flock to where she's moored,

Each man hoping that he might

Go down, all hands on board.

As the last note died hauntingly on my lips, I realized that everyone was silent. I struck a smile, secret to myself in the dark. We moved into the thick jungle. Riverwind found a cut trail; he looked around and studied the tracks that littered the ground. He rose, his face grim.

" I do not know what these"-

"Draconians." I stated. "Heading toward Xak Tsaroth. Where death flew on black wings." With the last comment, I looked at Riverwind.

Tanis placed a hand on his shoulder. "The elves have a saying; 'Only the dead are without fear.'"

"Which may or may, or may not be true." I stated, "We must go."

I stopped a while later, Raistlin and I had been in front, not by much, but enough.

"A street." I whispered, bending down to brush my hand against the ancient cobblestone.

"Oof!" I exclaimed as Flint ran into me. "Hey!" I turned. My sudden agility startled them. I narrowed my eyes and continued along the road, muttering.

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I looked down at the well in an open courtyard.

"This must have been beautiful." I whispered. I sniffed disdainfully at the well. "No one go near that." I warned.

Raistlin raised an eyebrow at me. I placed my hands on my hips and glared. He turned, examining the architecture. I shook my head. Suddenly, I felt a presence; I looked up. Using nothing but instincts, I raised a magic missile and hit the draconian floating in the well.

"Hey look, its wings don't flap!" Tas called excitedly. He moved toward the well, I grabbed him and brought him away from the well.

I heard the marble door open behind me. "Stay back!" I called, as my efforts were useless.

Everyone (for once) listened. I had Tas by he ear, who was going: "Ow, ow, ow, ow." Beside me, Raistlin looked at me, his eyes asking me what was going on.

"Wait." I warned.

Then, I felt it. The evil around us and beneath us. "You can feel that, right?" I asked Raistlin.

He nodded and warned Tanis. I backed away; I knew the dragon was about to burst from the well, just as I felt that movement, I swung around, let the kender go making him lose his balance and fall to the ground. I dropped my staff and grabbed Raistlin's, shoving him to the ground. As the black dragon rose from the well, I smashed Raistlin's staff into the dragons' side.

The staff glowed bright and burned hot into my hands, I smashed it's side again, and in a split second, I found my self falling into a marble column, I heard a sickening crunch, still holding The Staff of Magius, everything was tinged red.

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I am finished this chapter.