Half-Dragon
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except Moruadh and Keaira. I also own this plotline. Anything else.I wish!!!!
Part 8: The Body in the Ice
They wandered in the Abyss for what felt like years, though their mysterious companion told them they had really only been there for a few days. And that mysterious companion..there was something about him, a strange aura, one so powerful that not even Silvan was complaining, which was a first. Dalamar was strangely silent. He seemed to be avoiding their mysterious companion. He usually walked near Silvan, asking after Silvanesti. Silvan didn't have much to tell, since it had been nearly five months since he had last seen the ancient elven homeland. Gilthas walked alone. He kept his head bowed, thinking of all that had passed since he set out on this strange adventure. He wondered why he had ever left Qualinesti. "Because Moruadh called to you," the mysterious companion said. "And Moruadh's is a call no one can resist." Gilthas jumped when he heard the voice. "I wish you wouldn't do that." "Do what?" "Sneak up on me like that. If you must know, it's rather unnerving." "Exactly why I do it. One might say that I enjoy unnerving people. I always have." His eyes flicked to Keaira. They seemed to do so often these days. Gilthas rolled his eyes. "Have you ever considered that people don't enjoy being unnerved?" "Perhaps I have. Perhaps I have not." The mysterious companion melted into the shadows. Gilthas groaned. "I really wish he wouldn't do that," he muttered. "Don't we all," Silvan whispered. Suddenly, Keaira stopped walking. "Is it just me, of has it suddenly gotten a whole lot colder?" "It's gotten colder," the mysterious companion said softly. "We are very near." Was it just Keaira, or did he seem very tense all of a sudden? She sighed. He was their guide, and she was very nervous if he was afraid. Keaira slipped up so she was walking next to the mysterious companion. "You seem nervous," she said softly. "What is troubling you." "I am not nervous. Nothing is troubling me!" he snapped. Keaira blinked. "Yes, there is something troubling you. What is it?" "Nothing is troubling me!!!" he hissed angrily. "Suit yourself," she said. She turned and walked away. Why did I snap at her like that? He asked himself. I do it to everyone else. I guess it's just a habit. A bad habit. I've never met anyone quite like her.not even.. He shook his head. He shouldn't think of her, not now. He closed his eyes. Abruptly, he opened them again. "This way," he said curtly, leading the four elves off the path. Dalamar looked questioningly at him. He shook his head slightly, conveying quite clearly that nobody should ask questions. He was not in the mood.
Keaira watched her strange guide closely. She knew he'd notice eventually and probably snap at her and say something hurtful, but she didn't care. She was confused as to her feelings towards him. He aggravated her, but still.she shook her head. The last thing she needed was to be in love with someone who obviously was at home in the Abyss. For all she knew, he could be the infamous Raistlin Majere himself! She caught her breath. What if he was? She shook her head wearily. This place was beginning to tell upon her. She wasn't comfortable here, in this place of pure darkness. Why, oh why, had she had to go looking for Moruadh? And why did he have to be her guide? She was very nearly positive that he was Raistlin Majere. And there was only one way to find out.
"Dalamar?" Dalamar jumped. He spun around, and was very surprised to see Keaira. "What is it, Lady Keaira?" "I'm not a lady." "Depends on your definition of lady." Keaira sighed. "I do not need to get into that argument again." Dalamar smiled. "I'm sorry. What was it you wanted to know?" "Is our guide Raistlin Majere?" Dalamar paled. "What makes you think that?" Keaira smiled. "Lucky guess? Intuition? So am I right or not?" Dalamar swallowed, and glanced around. He lowered his voice to the whisper that was his Shalafi's signature. "Yes. He is the Shalafi. Don't tell Gilthas or Silvanoshei." Keaira relaxed. "Of course not." Suddenly there was a shout from Silvan. "What now?" Dalamar muttered, as he and Keaira raced to the sight. Silvan was dead white. He was staring with horror at what looked like a glass case. "What is it?" Keaira asked. Silvan pointed. Keaira walked up to the case, and gasped. Inside, perfectly preserved, was the body of a young woman with white hair. She wore robes that were always pale, but the color was never distinct. Her ice-blue eyes were open in shock and pain and betrayal. "Gods." "Moruadh," Raistlin whispered.
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A/N: They found Moruadh!!! In the next chapter, they'll wake her up. Her gifts might come then, as well. I'm not sure. We'll see! I'll try to have this finished over the next couple of weeks. Happy Holidays!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except Moruadh and Keaira. I also own this plotline. Anything else.I wish!!!!
Part 8: The Body in the Ice
They wandered in the Abyss for what felt like years, though their mysterious companion told them they had really only been there for a few days. And that mysterious companion..there was something about him, a strange aura, one so powerful that not even Silvan was complaining, which was a first. Dalamar was strangely silent. He seemed to be avoiding their mysterious companion. He usually walked near Silvan, asking after Silvanesti. Silvan didn't have much to tell, since it had been nearly five months since he had last seen the ancient elven homeland. Gilthas walked alone. He kept his head bowed, thinking of all that had passed since he set out on this strange adventure. He wondered why he had ever left Qualinesti. "Because Moruadh called to you," the mysterious companion said. "And Moruadh's is a call no one can resist." Gilthas jumped when he heard the voice. "I wish you wouldn't do that." "Do what?" "Sneak up on me like that. If you must know, it's rather unnerving." "Exactly why I do it. One might say that I enjoy unnerving people. I always have." His eyes flicked to Keaira. They seemed to do so often these days. Gilthas rolled his eyes. "Have you ever considered that people don't enjoy being unnerved?" "Perhaps I have. Perhaps I have not." The mysterious companion melted into the shadows. Gilthas groaned. "I really wish he wouldn't do that," he muttered. "Don't we all," Silvan whispered. Suddenly, Keaira stopped walking. "Is it just me, of has it suddenly gotten a whole lot colder?" "It's gotten colder," the mysterious companion said softly. "We are very near." Was it just Keaira, or did he seem very tense all of a sudden? She sighed. He was their guide, and she was very nervous if he was afraid. Keaira slipped up so she was walking next to the mysterious companion. "You seem nervous," she said softly. "What is troubling you." "I am not nervous. Nothing is troubling me!" he snapped. Keaira blinked. "Yes, there is something troubling you. What is it?" "Nothing is troubling me!!!" he hissed angrily. "Suit yourself," she said. She turned and walked away. Why did I snap at her like that? He asked himself. I do it to everyone else. I guess it's just a habit. A bad habit. I've never met anyone quite like her.not even.. He shook his head. He shouldn't think of her, not now. He closed his eyes. Abruptly, he opened them again. "This way," he said curtly, leading the four elves off the path. Dalamar looked questioningly at him. He shook his head slightly, conveying quite clearly that nobody should ask questions. He was not in the mood.
Keaira watched her strange guide closely. She knew he'd notice eventually and probably snap at her and say something hurtful, but she didn't care. She was confused as to her feelings towards him. He aggravated her, but still.she shook her head. The last thing she needed was to be in love with someone who obviously was at home in the Abyss. For all she knew, he could be the infamous Raistlin Majere himself! She caught her breath. What if he was? She shook her head wearily. This place was beginning to tell upon her. She wasn't comfortable here, in this place of pure darkness. Why, oh why, had she had to go looking for Moruadh? And why did he have to be her guide? She was very nearly positive that he was Raistlin Majere. And there was only one way to find out.
"Dalamar?" Dalamar jumped. He spun around, and was very surprised to see Keaira. "What is it, Lady Keaira?" "I'm not a lady." "Depends on your definition of lady." Keaira sighed. "I do not need to get into that argument again." Dalamar smiled. "I'm sorry. What was it you wanted to know?" "Is our guide Raistlin Majere?" Dalamar paled. "What makes you think that?" Keaira smiled. "Lucky guess? Intuition? So am I right or not?" Dalamar swallowed, and glanced around. He lowered his voice to the whisper that was his Shalafi's signature. "Yes. He is the Shalafi. Don't tell Gilthas or Silvanoshei." Keaira relaxed. "Of course not." Suddenly there was a shout from Silvan. "What now?" Dalamar muttered, as he and Keaira raced to the sight. Silvan was dead white. He was staring with horror at what looked like a glass case. "What is it?" Keaira asked. Silvan pointed. Keaira walked up to the case, and gasped. Inside, perfectly preserved, was the body of a young woman with white hair. She wore robes that were always pale, but the color was never distinct. Her ice-blue eyes were open in shock and pain and betrayal. "Gods." "Moruadh," Raistlin whispered.
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A/N: They found Moruadh!!! In the next chapter, they'll wake her up. Her gifts might come then, as well. I'm not sure. We'll see! I'll try to have this finished over the next couple of weeks. Happy Holidays!!!