Um...Yeah. I don't own A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, Nor do I own
Dragonlance owned by TSR, Wizards of the Coast, and all those other guys.
There is no title to this chapter, as the first ghost "borrowed" it.
Raistlin awoke to his clock, chiming that it was one.
He waited. Nothing.
Just as he was about to return to sleep, a bright light filled his chambers.
A small hand, small as a child's, lifted the curtain around Raistlin's bedpost. He found himself eye to eye with a small, pointy-eared face.
"Are you the person I'm supposed to visit? Wow! I've never seen eyes like that before! Hourglasses! And gold! Your skin looks gold, too, are you all right? And-WOW!!! I didn't know I would be visiting someone who wore black robes! An evil wizard! Have I told you about the time I met an evil wizard? I had found this great teleporting ring..."
Raistlin was so shocked he couldn't reply. The first ghost Dalamar had mentioned was a kender.
The spirit kender was wearing bright blue leggings, pouches of all shapes and sizes, and a very long topknot. He was leaning against a hoopak as he continued his story and glowed with an inner white light.
Raistlin decided, then and there, there was nothing, no force on the face of the planet, that could remove him from his bed into the room with an immortal kender.
"Wow! Is this a Spellbook?"
Except that.
Raistlin flew out of his bed, faster than he had ever moved before. He saw the kender holding one of his black and silver Spellbooks.
"Get your hands off that!" He hissed.
The kender ghost frowned. "I was only looking."
"Who, and what are you?'' Raistlin demanded.
"I am the Ghost of Christmas past!" The kender cried, happy to talk about himself.
"Long past?"
"No, silly! Your past!"
"Wonderful." Raistlin muttered dryly.
"Well, let's go then!" The kender grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the window. "C'mon!"
"But spirit," Raistlin said, desperate for a reason to stay home. "I am mortal, and have no spells of flight prepared. I will fall." The kender looked putout until his face lit up again (literally).
"I know!" The kender jumped up on a chair. "All I have to do is touch you here..." He put a hand on Raistlin's chest, over his heart. "And you can fly with me! Let's go now!"
And with that, the Kender Ghost of Christmas Past grabbed Raistlin's hand and together they flew out the open window.
As they soared over the city, a mist enveloped them. When the mist cleared the city had entirely vanished. They landed in an open country road, with fields on either hand.
"I remember this place," Raistlin stated. "I was a boy here, learning the art of magic."
He was conscious of a thousand odors floating in the air, each one connected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and cares long, long, forgotten.
As they approached the school, boys began streaming out of the school. Raistlin pointed at many of them and mentioned them by name.
"There goes Jon Farnish, and there, Gordo, and Devon!" He said, trying not to look excited.
"Ah, but the school is not empty today, is it Raistlin?" The kender said quietly.
Raistlin's face fell. "No, no it's not. There is one boy left."
"And why do you suppose that one boy does not go home?" The Spirit Kender inquired.
"Because he was not wanted at home." Raistlin said darkly. "So he stayed at school with his oaf of a master, Theobald."
They entered the school, to see a lonely boy, carefully copying a spell onto a scroll.
"Poor boy." Raistlin murmured to himself. "He'll be trapped in this dismal little school until years later when he will be invited to take the Test."
The kender ghost was now only half listening to the mage. "Let's go. I'm getting bored, and there're some more Christmas's I have to show you."
The school began to fade away, and the last of it Raistlin saw was the blue- eyed lonely boy, copying down his spell.
They reappeared in front of an enormous tower.
"... Hm..." The kender had pulled a map out and was studying it. "Is this where we're supposed to be?"
Raistlin was looking around. "This is the tower of high sorcery!"
The spirit kender's head snapped up. "Do you know this place?"
"Know it?" Raistlin said incredulously. "I was apprenticed here, after I took the Test!" "Oh...Right..." The kender put his map away.
They entered into the main hall to see hundreds of wizards in robes of white, red, and black, all (even the black robes) looking happy, talking, laughing, dancing, and trying not to look like they were the one who took the last sticky bun off the refreshment table. Upon seeing an elderly man wearing stainless white robes, Raistlin cried out in excitement.
"It's Par-Salian! It's Par-Salian alive again!!!"
"Yep! It's the Tower of High Sorcery's Annual Christmas Party!" The kender shouted over the noise. "Do you recognize those two?" He said, pointing into the room.
There, Raistlin saw a younger version of himself, dancing with a young lady in the white robes of, not a mage, but a cleric.
Raistlin's giddy face fell. "That's Crysania. She was here representing the followers of Paladine."
The kender looked up at him worried. "Why do you look sad?"
"Six months after this day, she left me. She couldn't afford to risk her career being found with a black robed mage."
The Spirit kender frowned at him. "Are you sure that's right?" He pulled a piece of paper out of a pouch. "It says here she left you because you loved your magic more than any living being, including her."
Raistlin's face fell further. "Spirit!" said Raistlin in a solemn hiss, "remove me from this place." "But...you made these memories yourself. You'd think you'd be able to cope with them, wouldn't you?" The kender asked innocently.
"Take me back, haunt me no longer!" Raistlin asked in an almost pleading voice.
Raistlin blinked, and he found himself in his own bedchambers, with no kender in sight. He got back into bed brooding until he fell asleep on memories he had thought long forgotten.
Whoo!!! No update in many a month! Probably won't be another update for a while either. Sorry, guys, I'm better at reading fanfics that writing them! Thanks for the reviews from the four people who did, and nice guessing on who Tas plays, crazyrabidfangurl01!
AN-Wow. Raist seems to be moving slowly out of character. Oh well. And with the "It's Par-Salian! It's Par-Salian alive again!!!" thingie, I just wanted to use that quote. I'm not going on about Par-Salian being dead...or anything...and stuff...I'll shut up now.
There is no title to this chapter, as the first ghost "borrowed" it.
Raistlin awoke to his clock, chiming that it was one.
He waited. Nothing.
Just as he was about to return to sleep, a bright light filled his chambers.
A small hand, small as a child's, lifted the curtain around Raistlin's bedpost. He found himself eye to eye with a small, pointy-eared face.
"Are you the person I'm supposed to visit? Wow! I've never seen eyes like that before! Hourglasses! And gold! Your skin looks gold, too, are you all right? And-WOW!!! I didn't know I would be visiting someone who wore black robes! An evil wizard! Have I told you about the time I met an evil wizard? I had found this great teleporting ring..."
Raistlin was so shocked he couldn't reply. The first ghost Dalamar had mentioned was a kender.
The spirit kender was wearing bright blue leggings, pouches of all shapes and sizes, and a very long topknot. He was leaning against a hoopak as he continued his story and glowed with an inner white light.
Raistlin decided, then and there, there was nothing, no force on the face of the planet, that could remove him from his bed into the room with an immortal kender.
"Wow! Is this a Spellbook?"
Except that.
Raistlin flew out of his bed, faster than he had ever moved before. He saw the kender holding one of his black and silver Spellbooks.
"Get your hands off that!" He hissed.
The kender ghost frowned. "I was only looking."
"Who, and what are you?'' Raistlin demanded.
"I am the Ghost of Christmas past!" The kender cried, happy to talk about himself.
"Long past?"
"No, silly! Your past!"
"Wonderful." Raistlin muttered dryly.
"Well, let's go then!" The kender grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the window. "C'mon!"
"But spirit," Raistlin said, desperate for a reason to stay home. "I am mortal, and have no spells of flight prepared. I will fall." The kender looked putout until his face lit up again (literally).
"I know!" The kender jumped up on a chair. "All I have to do is touch you here..." He put a hand on Raistlin's chest, over his heart. "And you can fly with me! Let's go now!"
And with that, the Kender Ghost of Christmas Past grabbed Raistlin's hand and together they flew out the open window.
As they soared over the city, a mist enveloped them. When the mist cleared the city had entirely vanished. They landed in an open country road, with fields on either hand.
"I remember this place," Raistlin stated. "I was a boy here, learning the art of magic."
He was conscious of a thousand odors floating in the air, each one connected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and cares long, long, forgotten.
As they approached the school, boys began streaming out of the school. Raistlin pointed at many of them and mentioned them by name.
"There goes Jon Farnish, and there, Gordo, and Devon!" He said, trying not to look excited.
"Ah, but the school is not empty today, is it Raistlin?" The kender said quietly.
Raistlin's face fell. "No, no it's not. There is one boy left."
"And why do you suppose that one boy does not go home?" The Spirit Kender inquired.
"Because he was not wanted at home." Raistlin said darkly. "So he stayed at school with his oaf of a master, Theobald."
They entered the school, to see a lonely boy, carefully copying a spell onto a scroll.
"Poor boy." Raistlin murmured to himself. "He'll be trapped in this dismal little school until years later when he will be invited to take the Test."
The kender ghost was now only half listening to the mage. "Let's go. I'm getting bored, and there're some more Christmas's I have to show you."
The school began to fade away, and the last of it Raistlin saw was the blue- eyed lonely boy, copying down his spell.
They reappeared in front of an enormous tower.
"... Hm..." The kender had pulled a map out and was studying it. "Is this where we're supposed to be?"
Raistlin was looking around. "This is the tower of high sorcery!"
The spirit kender's head snapped up. "Do you know this place?"
"Know it?" Raistlin said incredulously. "I was apprenticed here, after I took the Test!" "Oh...Right..." The kender put his map away.
They entered into the main hall to see hundreds of wizards in robes of white, red, and black, all (even the black robes) looking happy, talking, laughing, dancing, and trying not to look like they were the one who took the last sticky bun off the refreshment table. Upon seeing an elderly man wearing stainless white robes, Raistlin cried out in excitement.
"It's Par-Salian! It's Par-Salian alive again!!!"
"Yep! It's the Tower of High Sorcery's Annual Christmas Party!" The kender shouted over the noise. "Do you recognize those two?" He said, pointing into the room.
There, Raistlin saw a younger version of himself, dancing with a young lady in the white robes of, not a mage, but a cleric.
Raistlin's giddy face fell. "That's Crysania. She was here representing the followers of Paladine."
The kender looked up at him worried. "Why do you look sad?"
"Six months after this day, she left me. She couldn't afford to risk her career being found with a black robed mage."
The Spirit kender frowned at him. "Are you sure that's right?" He pulled a piece of paper out of a pouch. "It says here she left you because you loved your magic more than any living being, including her."
Raistlin's face fell further. "Spirit!" said Raistlin in a solemn hiss, "remove me from this place." "But...you made these memories yourself. You'd think you'd be able to cope with them, wouldn't you?" The kender asked innocently.
"Take me back, haunt me no longer!" Raistlin asked in an almost pleading voice.
Raistlin blinked, and he found himself in his own bedchambers, with no kender in sight. He got back into bed brooding until he fell asleep on memories he had thought long forgotten.
Whoo!!! No update in many a month! Probably won't be another update for a while either. Sorry, guys, I'm better at reading fanfics that writing them! Thanks for the reviews from the four people who did, and nice guessing on who Tas plays, crazyrabidfangurl01!
AN-Wow. Raist seems to be moving slowly out of character. Oh well. And with the "It's Par-Salian! It's Par-Salian alive again!!!" thingie, I just wanted to use that quote. I'm not going on about Par-Salian being dead...or anything...and stuff...I'll shut up now.
