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The War of the Magi
Chapter 1
Raistlin and Voldemort
Raistlin looked at the so-called ruler of this new world. Raistlin sensed power coming from, but it is nothing special. I can use him, he thought. If I cannot defeat the gods in my world I must be content with this one. He looked up at Voldemort. "You say you wish to rule this world?"
This question surprised Voldemort. What could he do to help? "What business is it of yours?"
"I can help you to do this. I will remove all your adversaries from your path. I can bring many here from my world and together we will rule this pathetic world."
"Why would we need you followers? Why would I need you? I have enough power to take this world on my own. I hope you enjoyed your life. AVADA KEDAVRA!"
The spell hit Raistlin in the chest as the force of the blow knocked him over. Voldemort turned back to his house. When he a few feet away he heard someone speak in a language he could not understand. As he fell into unconsciousness the last thing he saw was Raistlin standing there, with an evil smile across his lips, and crushed rose petals at his feet.
Voldemort awoke to a large amount of coughing. He looked over to the fireplace and stared in disbelief. The mage looked very sickly, however very alive. Voldemort had watched his killing spell hit the mage. How was he still alive? He watched as Raistlin mixed herbs in a cup than added boiling water. As rancid smell came to Voldemort, he began to wonder if this was some kind of poison. As he drank the mixture his coughing slowed and finally stopped.
Voldemort arose very slowly for he was very stiff. Raistlin was now reading a spellbook and was not paying attention to the dark lord. Voldemort very quietly reached for his wand only to find it was not there.
"If you're looking for your wand I have it. I don't want you trying anything stupid again. I have been reading abut you in these books you keep. I decided that you are more useful alive than dead. People's fear of you will help me gain the power I need to take over the world. You will help me do this or die, it is your choice."
"Have you noticed my gold skin? It grants me protection from all spells. Saved me from a fireball once." A flash of anger passed across his face. This confused Voldemort, for he would have given anything for such protection. "It was given to me during the test at the Tower of High Sorcery in Wayreth forest. Now, you will do as I say or I'll kill you. You are now my servant. It will take time to summon my followers to this world."
What choice do I have? He thought. "What do you wish of me?"
"Summon your followers. I will need assistance."
"With what?"
"I am going to summon my followers. This spell will take many months and for that time you must lie low. Make it seem as though you disappeared. I can allow nothing to disrupt my spell. I will need assistance making sure I'm not disturbed. Make sure your followers do this and they do not draw any attention to themselves."
"But most of my followers are in jail. I was planning on rescuing them soon. Right now I'm down to just ten death eaters. I was still recruiting followers among the giants and other races that most wizards don't consider belonging here." Voldemort was getting angry. This wizard had just showed up and took over all of his carefully planed operations. No, this man would have to go, and if magic would not work...
"Here is what we will do. Have those trying to reach other races continue their work. They are strictly prohibited from doing anything that would anger the world. The rest that are not in jail will stay here to guard. Those in prison can stay there until we have need of them. Go tell your followers the plan." Raistlin said.
Voldemort left to go summon his followers. Raistlin cleared a space on the wall. This was where he would create the portal. As he looked upon the wall he began to feel his strength ebbing from him. He was still weak from the blast and his body was not used to these conditions. He went to lay on the couch, but before he fell asleep he cast a spell of protection over him to wake him at the slightest threat. With his last worries gone he fell into a fitful sleep.