Authors Notes: I wrote this on WordPad because my stupid computer won't work on Works for right now,so i'm doing my hardest on integrity in editing, but i may miss a couple of I's here and there...please don't mind it, and perhaps I can transfer it to a works file soon. Also the italics mean that the character is thinking
Finally, Raistlin thought to himself, we have finally arrived at the High Tower of Sorcery. Now comes the hard part.
Caramon looked over at his small twin brother. He was so awed that such a frail looking man-no, more of a boy-could contain such power as fortold by the old wizard. He could still hear the dying words, such ethereal words..."Raistlin will heal the stars, place them back in the sky, where they were meant to stay."
They approached the gate of the magnificent structure. Immediately infront of them was a twisted, almost evil looking gate that was made of twisted black iron, with an adornment on the front that looked somewhat like a gnarled, yet powerful staff. This gate was protected by a powerful kekkai, and even a non-magic user could feel the strength of this warding spell. Beyond the gate was a towering building that seemed to be made of shining glass to Caramon. To Raistlin, this building was the love child of magic and beauty. With his magical gaze, he could see the wondrous magic oozing out of the windows and beckoning him from the doors.
Raistlin put out a hand to open the gate, and as he did, the staff split in two as the gate opened in the face of Raistlin's magical touch. They started up the stone walkway towards the door, and as they did, the gate creaked to a close behind them.
Raistlin snapped around at the sound of the creak as the gate came to a close. Somehow, he knew that he would not leave those gates again after a long time, and after much pain and suffering. He knew that his experiences behind these gates would forever change his life, if he even left alive. Little did he know that his predictions would be more correct than he could ever imagine.
Raistlin had now approached the entrance, deep in thought. Caramon nudged his little brother as he struggled to read the writing engraved upon the doors. Raistlin looked up, startled. He had been looking at the elven ruins etched into the stones that made the walkway they were walking upon. He looked up, startled out of his dream like state by his brother. Looking incredulously at Caramon, amazed that he was not the only one walking towards his fate, he read out the words that looked almost woven into the doors' pattern.
Enter all ye mages that may,
For today could be your lucky day.
On this day you do arrive
All who enter are alive.
We cannot say the same for those who leave,
and some of those we have to heave,
From these Heav'nly doors of ours,
You may spend many hours
Within these walls magic contain'd
Without these walls, magic does not remain.
These words were written in an elaborate tongue that Raistlin was amazed that he could read. He said these words with passion and feeling, and said them as if they were in his native tongue. Caramon was abhorred as the doors opened to show a lovely maiden in the white robes that symbolised a mage that did magic for the wellbeing of Krynn. "Well done," the Lady in White said, "You have Passed your first of many challenges."
Caramon was so enraptured with this "Lady of the White Robes". While Raistlin chatted away to her while she showed them about their rooms that they would be staying in while Raistlin was taking his tests to become a mage, Caramon was staring at the Lady. She had long flowing black hair that fell in cascades down her back to the top of her hips. Her skin was a pale, almost marble-like color. Her eyes stood out against this skin shockingly. They were a dark emerald green color that were almost enchanting themselves, without the beautiful flush that was showing up in her cheeks as they climbed endless flights of stairs, or her full pink lips that opened to an opulent, charismatic, and sexually charged smile. He could not explain the feelings that were rushing through his body, from the thrilling rush that came forth from his thighs, or the tug he could feel near his bellybutton. Suddenly, the party came to a halt. They were at a landing that faced down the corridor. What the two mages were looking at, Caramon could never know, but somehow, it made Raistlin shudder and the Lady tremble. Raistlin took a step forward, and put out his hand. At this action, a triumphant smile spread over the Lady's face.
She turned to Raistlin and exclaimed, " I see that you will do very well here, young mage." Raistlin could never know that this was simple statement was almost as far away from the truth that it could it be.