A/N Well, this is it. The End. Sorry I took so long posting again, but I
realised I couldn't write fight scenes! Because of that, I kinda skipped
it.
This chapter takes place after Raist's battle with Takky. You can just fill
in the missing bit yourselves.
Thank you very much for reading.
Chapter 8
The five heads of Takhisis drew back and let out a ghastly scream. She had no more strength left to keep the Portal open. The tendril that had wrapped itself around the now unconscious Dalamar evaporated, letting the Dark Elf fall heavily to the ground. The Dark Queen let out another scream of rage as the Portal closed in front of her, and Krynn was lost before her.
The silence the followed seemed to be more furious than the battle that preceded it to Raistlin Majere, who lay panting and bleeding in front of the Portal. His last spell weakened Takhisis enough to make her retreat, but it was of high price to the Mage. He had used the last of his strength to weave a spell strong enough to hurt the Queen of Darkness, and he could feel his life ebbing away with the blood that spewed from the wound in his side.
He crawled over to the still body of his apprentice. Every movement was agony; every breath his took resulted in a shudder that nearly shook his entire body. Raistlin rolled Dalamar over so he lay on his back. Shady patches on his robes showed that he, too, was bleeding.
Raistlin tried the blink away the red mist in front of his eyes. He was glad he was dying. He didn't deserve to live if he was the cause of this harm to Dalamar and there was no doubt in the mind of the Human that he was. Raistlin lay down next to his apprentice, and wrapped his arms around him to hold him close. He was relieved when the Dark Elf's arms circled his waist. At least that meant his was still alive.
Dalamar looked up at Raistlin with bleary, dull eyes. His breathing was shallow, and Raistlin knew his lover did not have long to live either. Raistlin forced himself to keep eye contact, although part of him knew he should be looking away in shame. Dalamar looked down at the blood staining Raistlin's robes, then looked back again with a weak, puzzled frown.
"You're bleeding." His voice was failing; just a cracked whisper in the otherwise silenced room.
"So are you," Raistlin told him in a frail tone. Dalamar just nodded, and settled back into Raistlin's arms.
"I'll clean it for you, later," Dalamar whispered. "Otherwise you'll get an infection."
Raistlin smiled over his lover's head. "Alright. I love you."
"I love you too," Dalamar said, as his expelled his last, weak breath on Raisltin's neck.
The Archmage felt the Elf become horribly still in his arms. He knew his own life would shortly be over. Tightening his grip on Dalamar, refusing to let him go even in death, Raistlin Majere closed his eyes.
"I'm sorry."
And that's how they were found, a few days later, by the head of the Order of the Black Robes. The magical energy in the Laboratory preserved their bodies, and they looked as if they had just dozed off in each others' arms.
They were buried together, in the hallowed grounds at the Tower of Wayreth, reserved for the most renowned Mages. Their battle and Raistlin's victory against the Takhisis, the Queen of Darkness, is still told amongst the Mages of Krynn, but of course, the tale leaves plenty of room for "artistic licence".
And our brave lovers will be together forever, under the loving gaze of Paladine.
A/N: Once again, thank you to all those who read, and an even bigger thank you to those who reviewed. You kept me going, albeit at a slow pace.
I love you all.
Legolas Nightson.
Chapter 8
The five heads of Takhisis drew back and let out a ghastly scream. She had no more strength left to keep the Portal open. The tendril that had wrapped itself around the now unconscious Dalamar evaporated, letting the Dark Elf fall heavily to the ground. The Dark Queen let out another scream of rage as the Portal closed in front of her, and Krynn was lost before her.
The silence the followed seemed to be more furious than the battle that preceded it to Raistlin Majere, who lay panting and bleeding in front of the Portal. His last spell weakened Takhisis enough to make her retreat, but it was of high price to the Mage. He had used the last of his strength to weave a spell strong enough to hurt the Queen of Darkness, and he could feel his life ebbing away with the blood that spewed from the wound in his side.
He crawled over to the still body of his apprentice. Every movement was agony; every breath his took resulted in a shudder that nearly shook his entire body. Raistlin rolled Dalamar over so he lay on his back. Shady patches on his robes showed that he, too, was bleeding.
Raistlin tried the blink away the red mist in front of his eyes. He was glad he was dying. He didn't deserve to live if he was the cause of this harm to Dalamar and there was no doubt in the mind of the Human that he was. Raistlin lay down next to his apprentice, and wrapped his arms around him to hold him close. He was relieved when the Dark Elf's arms circled his waist. At least that meant his was still alive.
Dalamar looked up at Raistlin with bleary, dull eyes. His breathing was shallow, and Raistlin knew his lover did not have long to live either. Raistlin forced himself to keep eye contact, although part of him knew he should be looking away in shame. Dalamar looked down at the blood staining Raistlin's robes, then looked back again with a weak, puzzled frown.
"You're bleeding." His voice was failing; just a cracked whisper in the otherwise silenced room.
"So are you," Raistlin told him in a frail tone. Dalamar just nodded, and settled back into Raistlin's arms.
"I'll clean it for you, later," Dalamar whispered. "Otherwise you'll get an infection."
Raistlin smiled over his lover's head. "Alright. I love you."
"I love you too," Dalamar said, as his expelled his last, weak breath on Raisltin's neck.
The Archmage felt the Elf become horribly still in his arms. He knew his own life would shortly be over. Tightening his grip on Dalamar, refusing to let him go even in death, Raistlin Majere closed his eyes.
"I'm sorry."
And that's how they were found, a few days later, by the head of the Order of the Black Robes. The magical energy in the Laboratory preserved their bodies, and they looked as if they had just dozed off in each others' arms.
They were buried together, in the hallowed grounds at the Tower of Wayreth, reserved for the most renowned Mages. Their battle and Raistlin's victory against the Takhisis, the Queen of Darkness, is still told amongst the Mages of Krynn, but of course, the tale leaves plenty of room for "artistic licence".
And our brave lovers will be together forever, under the loving gaze of Paladine.
A/N: Once again, thank you to all those who read, and an even bigger thank you to those who reviewed. You kept me going, albeit at a slow pace.
I love you all.
Legolas Nightson.