Half-Dragon
Part 6: Through the Door
Disclaimer: It has come to my attention that this story doesn't really follow facts that Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman (blessings upon them from Takhisis, Paladine, Gilean, Solinari, Lunitari, Nuitari, Saargonnas, Mishakal, and all the rest) have laid down for us. It has also come to my attention that I really don't care. I am aware of the fact that I have made innumerable mistakes, and that those mistakes belong to me…you can't have them. As we all know, nobody in this story except Keaira and Moruadh belongs to me. Enjoy this chapter…I hope…
Keaira slipped through the streets of Palanthas, making her way to the center of the city. She motioned for Gilthas and Silvan to follow. They stepped out of the shadows.
"Are you sure about this?" Silvan hissed.
"Quiet! They'll hear you!"
"Who?" Gilthas asked. "There's no one here."
"Are you so sure?" Keaira asked.
"Yes," Gilthas and Silvan said as one.
Keaira rolled her eyes. "There is no one here that is visible to our eyes…but they remain."
"Who is 'they'?" Silvan asked.
"The Guardians of the tower…"
A few minutes later, Keaira, Gilthas, and Silvan arrived at the edge of what used to be the Shoikan Grove.
"Pass forward without fear," said Keaira, and yet the voice was not hers. Silvan and Gilthas obeyed. They soon arrived at the base of the remains of the Tower of High Sorcery.
Keaira blinked, and began to sort through the rubble. "It's got to be around here somewhere!" she muttered, and began to dig.
"What?" Gilthas asked.
"Hush!"
"What are you looking for?" Silvan asked.
"Hush!"
"Keaira's acting just a little strange…" Silvan muttered to Gilthas.
"Found it!" Keaira cried triumphantly.
"Now will you tell us what it is?" Gilthas asked.
"It's just a doorway." Silvan said disappointedly. It was a smooth, oval doorway. There were jagged cracks along the edges, as if something had been violently ripped from it.
"Silvan's right. What could possibly be in there? What is that, anyway?" Gilthas asked.
"You'll see. Thank the old gods, the door's still open. Coming?" Keaira walked through the doorway, and disappeared.
"Keaira!" Gilthas called.
"Here we go again," Silvan added. He looked at Gilthas, shrugged, and together, they entered the doorway…
Everything was white…
And then everything was black. (A/N: All of you should know what this doorway is…it will become apparent soon enough, if you don't.)
"Gilthas! Gilthas! Wake up!" Gilthas felt someone slapping him gently.
"It's too early, Mommy…I don't wanna get up…" he muttered.
"Gilthas!" He opened his eyes, to Keaira staring at him. "Oh, good, you're awake. Silvan's already up."
"Where are we?"
"Look around you. Find out."
Gilthas looked around. "Some sort of desert…"
"Guess again."
"Are you sure it isn't a desert? It certainly looks like one…" Silvan commented.
"Guess again."
"I still say it's a desert…"
"Wrong," a soft, smooth, dark voice said quietly, from right behind Gilthas. Gilthas and Silvan spun around, to face a tall, muscular, dark haired elf in black robes.
"Then where are we, sir?" Gilthas asked tentatively.
"He has a name," Keaira pointed out.
"Who are you, and where are we??" Silvan and Gilthas asked in unison.
"I was known as Dalamar the Dark, and you are in the old Abyss."
(A/N: Don't we all love Dalamar? I can only think of one mage I like more…I hope you enjoyed this chapter…now I have to go…I have to…I have to… ::leaves the computer and slips into room…opens closet, and kneels down in shrine to Margaret Weis, Tracy Hickman, the other writers of Dragonlance, Kit, Dalamar, Takhisis, and her absolutely FAVORITE mage…ya know him, ya love him…give it up for…RAISTLIN!!!!!!)
Part 6: Through the Door
Disclaimer: It has come to my attention that this story doesn't really follow facts that Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman (blessings upon them from Takhisis, Paladine, Gilean, Solinari, Lunitari, Nuitari, Saargonnas, Mishakal, and all the rest) have laid down for us. It has also come to my attention that I really don't care. I am aware of the fact that I have made innumerable mistakes, and that those mistakes belong to me…you can't have them. As we all know, nobody in this story except Keaira and Moruadh belongs to me. Enjoy this chapter…I hope…
Keaira slipped through the streets of Palanthas, making her way to the center of the city. She motioned for Gilthas and Silvan to follow. They stepped out of the shadows.
"Are you sure about this?" Silvan hissed.
"Quiet! They'll hear you!"
"Who?" Gilthas asked. "There's no one here."
"Are you so sure?" Keaira asked.
"Yes," Gilthas and Silvan said as one.
Keaira rolled her eyes. "There is no one here that is visible to our eyes…but they remain."
"Who is 'they'?" Silvan asked.
"The Guardians of the tower…"
A few minutes later, Keaira, Gilthas, and Silvan arrived at the edge of what used to be the Shoikan Grove.
"Pass forward without fear," said Keaira, and yet the voice was not hers. Silvan and Gilthas obeyed. They soon arrived at the base of the remains of the Tower of High Sorcery.
Keaira blinked, and began to sort through the rubble. "It's got to be around here somewhere!" she muttered, and began to dig.
"What?" Gilthas asked.
"Hush!"
"What are you looking for?" Silvan asked.
"Hush!"
"Keaira's acting just a little strange…" Silvan muttered to Gilthas.
"Found it!" Keaira cried triumphantly.
"Now will you tell us what it is?" Gilthas asked.
"It's just a doorway." Silvan said disappointedly. It was a smooth, oval doorway. There were jagged cracks along the edges, as if something had been violently ripped from it.
"Silvan's right. What could possibly be in there? What is that, anyway?" Gilthas asked.
"You'll see. Thank the old gods, the door's still open. Coming?" Keaira walked through the doorway, and disappeared.
"Keaira!" Gilthas called.
"Here we go again," Silvan added. He looked at Gilthas, shrugged, and together, they entered the doorway…
Everything was white…
And then everything was black. (A/N: All of you should know what this doorway is…it will become apparent soon enough, if you don't.)
"Gilthas! Gilthas! Wake up!" Gilthas felt someone slapping him gently.
"It's too early, Mommy…I don't wanna get up…" he muttered.
"Gilthas!" He opened his eyes, to Keaira staring at him. "Oh, good, you're awake. Silvan's already up."
"Where are we?"
"Look around you. Find out."
Gilthas looked around. "Some sort of desert…"
"Guess again."
"Are you sure it isn't a desert? It certainly looks like one…" Silvan commented.
"Guess again."
"I still say it's a desert…"
"Wrong," a soft, smooth, dark voice said quietly, from right behind Gilthas. Gilthas and Silvan spun around, to face a tall, muscular, dark haired elf in black robes.
"Then where are we, sir?" Gilthas asked tentatively.
"He has a name," Keaira pointed out.
"Who are you, and where are we??" Silvan and Gilthas asked in unison.
"I was known as Dalamar the Dark, and you are in the old Abyss."
(A/N: Don't we all love Dalamar? I can only think of one mage I like more…I hope you enjoyed this chapter…now I have to go…I have to…I have to… ::leaves the computer and slips into room…opens closet, and kneels down in shrine to Margaret Weis, Tracy Hickman, the other writers of Dragonlance, Kit, Dalamar, Takhisis, and her absolutely FAVORITE mage…ya know him, ya love him…give it up for…RAISTLIN!!!!!!)