A/N: This is just a trial run. I posted Chapters 1 & 2 so people can REVIEW
(this is very important ;) ) and tell me if you want me to continue
posting. Please R&R!! Constructive criticism is welcomed, but flames will
be fed to the small green dragon that lives under my bed.
Chapter 1
Dalamar snored lightly in his sleep, smiling to himself. His soft black hair was spread out on the dark pillow behind him, a few strands falling over his beautiful face. A slender hand brushed the defiant hair away from Dalamar's eyes, then rested golden fingers on his pale cheek. He is so beautiful, Raistlin thought, lightly caressing the soft skin beneath his fingers. He smiled in the grey pre-dawn light as his Dark Elven apprentice sighed happily in his sleep, and he brought warm lips to his angelic forehead before turning to leave. He left the room and headed to his study.
Dalamar awoke. It was just after dawn and a bird was singing outside the open window on the other side of the room. He stretched and looked around the brightly lit room, his Shalafi's. The Dark Elf smiled as he remembered his Shalafi's return through the Portal. Dalamar had been surprised to see Raistlin limp out of his laboratory, which should have been locked, and look him straight in the eye, before breaking into a fit of coughing. Dalamar had nursed him back to health for the first month or so, until one morning the Archmage strode boldly up to him without the usual aid of his staff and kissed him firmly on his lips, without a moment's hesitation. Dalamar would always remember the words Raistlin spoke to him then,
"I have dreamt of this, my dark haired beauty."
Chapter 1
Dalamar snored lightly in his sleep, smiling to himself. His soft black hair was spread out on the dark pillow behind him, a few strands falling over his beautiful face. A slender hand brushed the defiant hair away from Dalamar's eyes, then rested golden fingers on his pale cheek. He is so beautiful, Raistlin thought, lightly caressing the soft skin beneath his fingers. He smiled in the grey pre-dawn light as his Dark Elven apprentice sighed happily in his sleep, and he brought warm lips to his angelic forehead before turning to leave. He left the room and headed to his study.
Dalamar awoke. It was just after dawn and a bird was singing outside the open window on the other side of the room. He stretched and looked around the brightly lit room, his Shalafi's. The Dark Elf smiled as he remembered his Shalafi's return through the Portal. Dalamar had been surprised to see Raistlin limp out of his laboratory, which should have been locked, and look him straight in the eye, before breaking into a fit of coughing. Dalamar had nursed him back to health for the first month or so, until one morning the Archmage strode boldly up to him without the usual aid of his staff and kissed him firmly on his lips, without a moment's hesitation. Dalamar would always remember the words Raistlin spoke to him then,
"I have dreamt of this, my dark haired beauty."