Chapter 5
Crysania woke up from a horrible shriek. She was blind, and her hearing senses were sharpened. It had sounded like a young boy, followed by a cruel laughter. She had tried several times to go back to sleep, but found she could not. With a sight of finally giving in, she dressed into her robe. As the head of the church, of the Temple of Paladine in Palanthas, she felt obligated to solve this mystery. She called her tiger who, was napping peacefully on the foot of her bed. It was immediately at her side guiding her to the temple grounds.
She walked to the garden and sat down on a plain, wooden, bench. She had asked it to be put in because she wanted to remain simple and keep a simple lifestyle. She could smell the White Roses, which blossomed this time of year. She then remembered the time when she could see. But she had lost that ability in the Abyss, where she had helped the dark mage Raistlin, who had tried to become a god. It had proven ill for the both of them.
She then started pondering on what she had heard, when a low ringing started resonating at a low tone, and kept rising to an even higher pitch. Crysania turned her head in the direction on which it had started from. Then, when it seemed that it couldn't raise any more, she actually started seeing again. Her tiger laid down and bowed it's head, as if in reverence.
Crysania kneeled, but still looked up at where the sound was coming from. It seemed that her question had silently been answered, because a bright, white, light started to come out form the nothingness in the air. And out of that light stepped an old wizard, with a crooked hat upon his head, all the time demanding where it got to.
"Where is my damn hat! I know you're here somewhere, so stop playing games or I will-Oh! That's where you got to you tricky demon.," he said patting the hat on his head.
"My Lord!," Crysania gasped bowing low. The wizard took of his head and said, "The name's Fizban, or Paladine, as everyone knows me. But he had a look of sorrow on his face. "Child, we have dark times ahead what you saw in that dream and what you heard really happened. Crysania looked puzzled, but then remembered the shriek, and then a dream popped into her head. She fell backwards but some force set her upright on her feet.
The old wizard took her by the arm and led them into the temple that worshipped him and said, "Come, we have many things to discuss."
Crysania woke up from a horrible shriek. She was blind, and her hearing senses were sharpened. It had sounded like a young boy, followed by a cruel laughter. She had tried several times to go back to sleep, but found she could not. With a sight of finally giving in, she dressed into her robe. As the head of the church, of the Temple of Paladine in Palanthas, she felt obligated to solve this mystery. She called her tiger who, was napping peacefully on the foot of her bed. It was immediately at her side guiding her to the temple grounds.
She walked to the garden and sat down on a plain, wooden, bench. She had asked it to be put in because she wanted to remain simple and keep a simple lifestyle. She could smell the White Roses, which blossomed this time of year. She then remembered the time when she could see. But she had lost that ability in the Abyss, where she had helped the dark mage Raistlin, who had tried to become a god. It had proven ill for the both of them.
She then started pondering on what she had heard, when a low ringing started resonating at a low tone, and kept rising to an even higher pitch. Crysania turned her head in the direction on which it had started from. Then, when it seemed that it couldn't raise any more, she actually started seeing again. Her tiger laid down and bowed it's head, as if in reverence.
Crysania kneeled, but still looked up at where the sound was coming from. It seemed that her question had silently been answered, because a bright, white, light started to come out form the nothingness in the air. And out of that light stepped an old wizard, with a crooked hat upon his head, all the time demanding where it got to.
"Where is my damn hat! I know you're here somewhere, so stop playing games or I will-Oh! That's where you got to you tricky demon.," he said patting the hat on his head.
"My Lord!," Crysania gasped bowing low. The wizard took of his head and said, "The name's Fizban, or Paladine, as everyone knows me. But he had a look of sorrow on his face. "Child, we have dark times ahead what you saw in that dream and what you heard really happened. Crysania looked puzzled, but then remembered the shriek, and then a dream popped into her head. She fell backwards but some force set her upright on her feet.
The old wizard took her by the arm and led them into the temple that worshipped him and said, "Come, we have many things to discuss."