To Just Give In

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A/N: Thanks for the reviews and giving me a little confidence boost. Also please forgive the lack of indents I reposted three times to fix them, but for some reason it absolutely refuses to work. So until i can fix it, bear with me. If anyone knows what might be causing it please tell me!

Chapter 8 A Boy in Golden Robes

The first muted rays of sunshine came pouring into the library causing Raistlin to stir in his sleep. He had had the most incredible dream last night, Crysania had came to him as he watched the moons eclipse and... He went to turn on his side to shield his eyes from the morning sun when he realized a few things were wrong with this situation. He was not in his bed, or his room for that matter. In fact he was on the library floor, realization slowly creeping upon him he turned to see what was preventing him from moving and saw a thin naked arm clinging around his waste. His heart began to race a bit, so it wasn't a dream at all. For a few minutes all he could do was stare at the ceiling. He hadn't wanted this to happen. Well actually he had "wanted" this to happen, but he wasn't going to allow it to. So he failed yet again. For a moment he allowed his mind to think of the possibilities this had. To spend his days improving his magic, coming nearer and nearer to perfection and spending his nights with the beautiful woman whom slept soundly and peacefully next to him. It was beginning to become more and more tempting. But she would never be happy without her church, and that would entail returning to the present where he would become sickly and weak, and he would no longer find her quite so appealing. Though neither would she be attracted to him, he supposed. Besides he would have to sacrifice much of his own ambition for her, and he was not willing to do that. Carefully making sure not wake her Raistlin stood up, dressed himself, covered her with a blanket and exited the room. As he quietly shut the door he turned to find a stony face Caramon staring him down.

"Raistlin, is Crysania in there?" Caramon said with a tinge of anger in his voice.

"Yes brother, but I would allow her to wake up on her own if I were you." Raistlin said trying to cut off the conversation and get past him.

"You slept with her again didn't you?" Caramon said plainly.

Beginning to get annoyed with his twin's questions Raistlin glared at him. "Yes I did Caramon. I don't see how that's any of your business though.

"I can't believe you'd hurt her like this again..." Caramon said in a quiet tone looking straight into his twin's eyes. "Why do you keep giving her a sense of hope, why do you do that to any of us Raist?" Caramon said his voice now filled with a life-long sadness. "Why do you let us believe that you can change, that you want to?"

Frustrated and unable to answer his brother's question he pushed past him and went up the stairs to engage in his only comfort and security, his magic.

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Tanis lied on the hard dirt ground feeling his life slowly leave him as blood poured from his skull. Looking up he stared death in the eyes, Lord Soth. The fiery orbs of the Death Knight held all the pain and agony of eternity within them. Laughing, Tanis gasped for some air, "You know this is never the way I imagined it ending."

Lord Soth moved closer to Tanis his skeletal hand inching towards his heart where his death touch would end Tanis' life. He stalled for a moment as if hearing something in the distance.

Then Tanis heard it as well. The spidery language of magic being pronounced by a clear, strong, young voice. A moment before Lord Soth would have killed him Tanis saw a small shimmering light encase him and the golden robed youth, and then they were gone.

Lord Soth stood unmoving for a few moments, he had heard the words of magic, but had passed them off as the Elf wizard's. By the time he saw the boy in golden robes he was nearly touching the Half-Elf's chest. Recognizing the spell as one of travel he hurried his attack but it was too late they were gone.

Kitaira had every intention of walking away from Tanis and not turning back, but she began to sense something was wrong so she quickly turned back. What she saw she could not believe. There standing a few feet from Tanis in golden robes was a boy of about seventeen. He was casting a spell of some sort. Before she could stop him they were gone. She was furious, Tanis had gotten away from her once more, and now turning towards her siege on Panathalas she realized that while her attention had been on other matters, her soldiers had began to fall like flies to the filthy Solamnic pigs. Shrieking in her mad fury, she hardly noticed the young Solamnic knight as he charged at her his sword extended towards her heart.

Looking around Tanis realized he was in the outskirts of Solace. The mighty Valenwoods offered him a sense of comfort. Turning to the young mage who appeared to be resting he was about to ask his identity when he was cut off.

"Tanis Half-Elven, you have never seen me, as I tell you this you are already beginning to doubt you have ever met me. You managed to just barely escape the battle at Palanthas with you life. Every Solamnic Knight is certain that they saw your bronze dragon rescue you. Even your bronze, who is now resting in a nearby cave, is certain he rescued you, his wing miraculously cured. All I can tell you is that this was not your time to die." And as quickly as he seemed to appear he vanished, with only the faintest whispers of the language of magic in the air. Rubbing his head, Tanis carefully stood up, feeling the intense pain from his broken bones; Tanis made his way home to Solace.

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Crysania tossed and turned in her sleep feeling that something was missing. Finally waking up she realized it was him. She felt her heart sink, but then reassured herself. This was what she expected; this is what she would always expect. Not letting herself become all upset, she smiled thinking back on last night. In those moments she truly found her happiness, even Raistlin seemed to be at ease, more assured and relaxed. As she dressed herself, she looked at her slightly rounded tummy. She giggled a bit; she felt so silly thinking this way, but she almost worried that her child knew what had happened last night.

Caramon paced around the kitchen. He hap prepared a million different consoling words for Crysania. When she walked into the kitchen smiling he was completely confused. "Good morning Lady Crysania." Caramon said baffled by her cheerful demeanor.

"Good morning Caramon, did you make any breakfast?" she asked merrily. "You know what they say about eating for two? Well it's quite true." She smiled then sitting next to him.

"Well I have some juice, eggs, and toast. Would that be a good breakfast?" he said trying to sound as normal as possible.

Sensing Caramon was acting strange, and having a rather strong feeling why, she put a hand on his shoulder causing him to turn abruptly. "Caramon...I appreciate your concern, but I'm really fine."

"Alright, I was just a bit worried, after how sad he made you last time. I just didn't want to see him hurt you like that again." Seeing her smile start to fade and her eyes beginning to fill with sadness thinking back to that memory. Caramon quickly changed the subject. "So have you picked out a name yet for the little guy?" Caramon said with a big goofy smile on his face.

Crysania laughed, "Well I was thinking of naming him Elistan, but I'm not sure how Raistlin would feel about that." She said still thinking, "Then I also though about somehow finding a male name from Lunitari but I haven't had much luck yet."

"Well I can't say that I know what Raistlin would say, but I'm pretty sure Elistan is out of the picture...though if you could manage the whole Lunitari thing, I think he would like that.

"Personally I've always been partially to Doorknob or Pickletoes." Tasselhoff added.

"Oh good morning Tasselhoff" Crysania said laughing. "I'm not quite sure about either of those names, but Pickletoes would probably generate some interesting responses from people."

"Our father's name was Gilon." Caramon said still thinking about some names. "I've always been partial to the names Sturm, one of my deceased friends, and Tanin, after Tanis of course. I was hoping of naming my own children those names someday." Caramon's face became overshadowed with pain. "I miss Tika so bad. I don't even know that she'll take me back now." He said his eyes filled with anguish.

"I'm sure she will Caramon." Crysania said trying to comfort him. But she remembered the way he had been before they left. Fat, slovenly, repulsive. At the time she couldn't believe that fat drunkard was the twin brother of the soft spoken, mysterious, intelligent mage. Even then when Raistlin had been weak, sickly, his skin that strange metallic gold, with white hair, and his odd gold hourglass eyes; she had been extremely attracted to him. It was not necessarily this extreme physical passion she had for him now, though that was still there to an extent. But instead it was a curiosity; she wanted to understand this mystery. She was drawn to him in a way that was impossible to describe. Remembering poor Caramon though she got back on track. "Caramon, how couldn't she take back such a nice guy?"

Caramon smiled a bit feeling reassured. "Well I hope you right. Now who wants some food?" he asked regaining his smile.

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Dalamar paced back in forth through the tower feeling as though he was caught in some sick nightmare. First the Half-elf disappeared with some human youth, and then Kitaira was stabbed right in front of him. She had surely died. But he didn't even get to say goodbye to her dead body for as soon, as she fell, in a crazed grief filled rage lord Soth carried her away. Finally he noticed the group of Solamnic knights ready to make him their next target. He quickly used a spell of translocation taking him to his master's Tower within the city. Upon returning he expected to be able to relax for a moment a deal with his grief. Instead his Shalafi was shouting his name from all angles.

"Dalamar! Where the in Abyss are you? You worthless elf I can't believe I entrusted my tower to you..."Came Raistlin's voice from the walls, ceiling, and floor.

Dalamar panicked. How long had his master been waiting for him to respond he wondered.

"A long time apprentice. And I don't like waiting." Raistlin replied reading his thoughts.

Dalamar gasped out loud. "I'm sorry to report to you Shalafi, but your half sister Kitaira has been slain." Dalamar said trying to change the subject.

"Oh, what a pity." Raistlin said not much caring. Kitaira had saved his life when he was young, but she had been as much of a traitor as he was, and she had even thought to use his power to gain her own control over the world. He mourned her death, but only for a second. "Now to get onto important matters. The portal is still ready for me to exit with the queen for the battle?"

"Yes Shalafi, but when will you be coming? I had expected that it would be very soon." Dalamar said his voice tinged with curiosity.

"Not for another four months." Raistlin said aggravated.

"What went wrong, shouldn't the Dwarfgate war be over by now?" Dalamar asked not thinking of his position.

"That is none of your business apprentice, and I suggest you remember who is the master before you go ordering me to answer anything." Raistlin said in a threatening tone. "Just make sure all is ready for when I exit that portal prepared to defeat the Queen." Raistlin said seriously. "I will summon you before I enter the Abyss..."

Dalamar waited a few minutes to see if his Shalafi was still contacted with him, then when he was positive he was gone, he lied down on the couch to finally get some rest.

Author's Note: OK I decided to end this chapter here because I'm not really sure what I'm going to do next. I have a bunch of ideas but I need to still figure out which are good and which suck. (And trust me fifty percent of them probably suck) AS for reviews they would be VERY appreciated right now, esp. any baby name suggestions, and like to here where you guys want the story to go...By the way...if you haven't ever seen it, you absolutely need to see the Godzillalance movie by Weiss and Hickman. Their response to copyright laws preventing them for making a movie, and selling off their chars. To other series (i.e. Lord Soth) it is the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life! With characters like Caribou and Waistline Major and Dallas Half Human, and Kitty yara how can you go wrong? I found it on under interactive, but I'm sure they have it on Kazaa. Anyway thanks for reading and please review!