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Rebecca sped across the ice rink, her hair streaming behind her. Her thoughts sped though her mind, remembering her mother.

Amberyl Majere had been beautiful. Her hair was a silvery-white, and her eyes were a velvety black. She was as modest as Rebecca was, and she had died by a rare disease. The poor woman, people had said. She had such a beautiful face and body; she could have been a model.

Yeah, if she wanted to degrade herself that low. Amberyl preferred her job as a doctor instead. She was a sweet thing, and protected her daughter from 'those things' as Amberyl called them, by scolding for wanting to look them. She said they had become so skinny, they had to pad the clothes to keep their figure. That had scared Rebecca, but Amberyl had added, "Just eat right, and only eat until you're full, Ralime." Ralime was Rebecca's nickname. It was the first and last letters in her first, middle and last name put together.

Rebecca sensed it, but it was too late.

She was in an orb. It glowed with magic, but Rebecca could see the blue orb that she knew was Krynn though the haze. For some funny reason, she thought she was going home.

The orb sped faster and faster, to Ansalon itself.

Holy shit! Rebecca thought, I'm gonna crash!

Rebecca blacked out from a sheer wave of exhaustion that suddenly hit her. It was as if all the sleep she hadn't used, wrapped around her. She fought valiantly, but the blanket of sleep won out.

**

Lady Crysania looked up at the moon. Once, there was three moons, one white, one red, and one hidden black one. Now, there was one moon, cold and unfriendly. Back then, there were constellations, but now only one friendly star glowed. It was red, like a forge's fire.

A flicker of blue, and a blue ball flew into the rocks. Crysania ran out of the castle, to see if any one was in it. A girl was lying there, asleep. She was breathing fine, but shivering. But that was not surprising, since her clothes were rags now.

"Takai!" Crysania hollered. A young Knight of the Crown appeared, her pale blond hair being ruffled by the wind.

"What is it, Lady Crysania?" asked the Knight.

Crysania gestured to the girl.

The knight nodded, and gathered up the child.

**

Rebecca groaned. Her neck felt like it got hit repetitively with a rock. She could feel a bandage on her forehead, so she figured she crashed into some rocks. The feel of linen warned her that her clothing had been changed. It was soft, and warm. She could of slept forever, an astonishing thought.

"Ah, you're awake."

Rebecca looked up. A woman with dark skin, pale blond hair, and a worried look on her face looked down at Rebecca.

Rebecca said, "Um, where am I?"

"Sanction."

"Great." Rebecca murmured. "I'm in a city that's under siege."

"Not any more. We broke the siege a day ago. Me and Lady Crysania have been watching you to see when you would recover."

Rebecca's eyes widened.

Crysania's alive?!

"Takai, is she awake?"

"Yes, Crysania, she is." The knight answered, nodding.

A black-haired woman entered. Her eyes were blank, but then again, Crysania was blind.

"What is your name?" the cleric asked.

Rebecca was about to say her name, but she didn't. She didn't know if she would be thought of one of the Majeres, so she answered, "Ralime."