Raistlin is owned by Weis and Hickman, and Wizards of the Coast owns Dragonlance. I really don't know who owns what, okay?
Rebecca's eighteenth birthday was today. Her mom had died the year before, but thanks to a mile-wide stubborn streak, she lived alone. She was free. The government could not bug her about foster homes and stuff like that.
She sat up from her math, science, and history homework she had finished the night before, and her Dragonlance novel Lost Magic. She hated sleep. She would never dream, only nightmares danced in her mind. Therefore, sleep had to catch her.
She packed everything into her backpack, and took a rare look in the mirror. Her hair was the envy of the school, thick reddish-brown curls falling to her shoulders. Her skin was a wee pale, but then again, it was winter. She had no team sports in December and January, though she sped skated. Her lips were full, and were a rosy pink without the aid of make-up. Her eyes. They were the one thing that made her stand out. They were dark blue, flecked with gold. Her mom said her pupils, which were star-shaped and could see in people's hearts, were a mutation of her father's hourglass-shaped eyes that saw the passage of time.
Rebecca walked out of the house, off to school.
A rumble of thunder rolled though the air.
Oh, good. A thunder storm. Rebecca thought.
"Hey! Moongirl!"
Rebecca looked. A black beetle had stopped next to her.
"Need a ride?" Her best friend, Ashley Myers, asked.
"Well, of course. I don't want Alan talking to me again." Rebecca answered as she hopped in.
"Why do you hate him?" Ashley asked.
"He's an overbearing asshole, who doesn't deserve a sorceress like me. In fact, he doesn't deserve sh-" Rebecca answered, her blue eyes flashing like lightning.
"Moongirl," Ashley said, as she entered the school parking lot. "Calm down. Today's your birthday, you're free from foster homes, and that stuff."
"I know, but I want to learn how to use my magic…"
Meanwhile, in a plane far away…
The Draco Paladin stared at the Dark Queen.
"No. She is still too young."
Luntari retorted "She will be always too young to our standards! She is nearly immortal, thanks to her mother. She will go to Krynn, tomorrow."
All the red and white gods nodded in agreement. Only one black god had nodded.
Nuntari, god of the Black Robes, said, "The girl is important. She's more powerful than Magius, Palin, and Raistlin combined! She could return magic to us!"
Solinari ran in, grinning. "She said it! She'll be in Ansalon tomorrow!"
