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Dragonlance: Godhood, 'The Seraph Chronicles Vol. II'
Prologue: Only the Beginning
"It will be the end for you if you do this Majere; I vow this on my life." Those words, Paladine's words, continued to haunt Raistlin as he slumbered. But after each repetitive time, he would smile at his response. "Foolish, very foolish Paladine...You are wrong, it is not the end...it is only the beginning..."
"How am I to become a god, if I'm simply wandering around on rumors and prophecies?" wondered Raistlin. Now forsaken by the gods themselves, the archmage had no one for guidance. He alone was shunned from the gods' council, his seat empty. Even the constellations were pulled away from his decadent sight. "So this was your grand plan, my ultimate mistake?" Raistlin spoke, mocking Paladine. "To shun me from your assistance, to wander aimlessly among Krynn, that is the end of me?" Raistlin shouted upon deaf ears.
They are fools, thought Raistlin. He wasn't going to listen; he would travel the ends of Krynn to find which he sought, godhood. Relieved at the destruction of Fistandantilus, he was at peace within himself, or so he thought. For weeks he seemed to travel in circles amongst the Dust Plains, his patience was growing frailer then his body itself. "A curse amongst you entities," the archmagus shouted. "You will rue the day you forsaken me."
"Shirak..." With one word of magic, Raistlin ignited the crystal upon the Staff of Magius, and wandered further into the darkening horizon. The Staff's eerie light shimmered as Raistlin walked the path of the first prophecy.
'Lesser of the gods, forsaken by his brethren...Shall the gold of magic, walk the path of desolate destruction...Led by the light of his own faith, and the ambition of a younger self.' First of Seven, Chaos' Prophecy.
Dragonlance: Godhood, 'The Seraph Chronicles Vol. II'
Prologue: Only the Beginning
"It will be the end for you if you do this Majere; I vow this on my life." Those words, Paladine's words, continued to haunt Raistlin as he slumbered. But after each repetitive time, he would smile at his response. "Foolish, very foolish Paladine...You are wrong, it is not the end...it is only the beginning..."
"How am I to become a god, if I'm simply wandering around on rumors and prophecies?" wondered Raistlin. Now forsaken by the gods themselves, the archmage had no one for guidance. He alone was shunned from the gods' council, his seat empty. Even the constellations were pulled away from his decadent sight. "So this was your grand plan, my ultimate mistake?" Raistlin spoke, mocking Paladine. "To shun me from your assistance, to wander aimlessly among Krynn, that is the end of me?" Raistlin shouted upon deaf ears.
They are fools, thought Raistlin. He wasn't going to listen; he would travel the ends of Krynn to find which he sought, godhood. Relieved at the destruction of Fistandantilus, he was at peace within himself, or so he thought. For weeks he seemed to travel in circles amongst the Dust Plains, his patience was growing frailer then his body itself. "A curse amongst you entities," the archmagus shouted. "You will rue the day you forsaken me."
"Shirak..." With one word of magic, Raistlin ignited the crystal upon the Staff of Magius, and wandered further into the darkening horizon. The Staff's eerie light shimmered as Raistlin walked the path of the first prophecy.
'Lesser of the gods, forsaken by his brethren...Shall the gold of magic, walk the path of desolate destruction...Led by the light of his own faith, and the ambition of a younger self.' First of Seven, Chaos' Prophecy.