A/N: I'm sorry for popping up with those characters like that. This chapter will be mainly background. You know, how Dalamar met Raistlin, and other things about them. I'm going to try not to have everyone die from boredom, but I can't make any promises.

Chapter 2

Dalamar reflected on his situation as he walked in between the stone walls. He was a dark elf, one who had been cast out of the light. He had started practicing dark magic, and the other elves had found out. They banished him from all elven lands, on pain of death.

He had gone to the Tower of High Sorcery in Wayward Forest. Then he had taken the Test. The Test was not taken with pen and paper, but rather, with what you knew as a mage. No one had apprenticed him, until Raistlin. Raistlin had sent word that he wanted a black-robed apprentice, and the Council had sent in Dalamar as a spy.

Dalamar had learned many things while being apprenticed to the human. But it was trying. Dalamar had always liked books, and when he had found a red one amid his Shalafi's, or master's spellbooks, he couldn't help but take a peek.

What he had found had fascinated him. The story of a girl named Sarah, who wished her baby brother away, and fought the Goblin King to get him back. She had succeeded in the thirteen hours she had been given.

Now Dalamar had to find the castle as Sarah had, and get his master back. After all, he still had much to learn.

Raistlin found himself in a room, filled with strange creatures. He looked up at the figure sprawled out on the throne. He had on a black doublet, a white poet's shirt and grey pants, partially covered by tall black boots.

"Welcome to my kingdom, mortal. I must say, I'm not used to bringing adults here. You see, most people simply wish away a younger brother or sister." The figure said as he strode around the room. "Please, call me Jareth."

"And please, call me Master Mage," Raistlin retorted. Jareth simply glared at him and walked out of the room.

"This way, if you please, Master Mage." Jareth's voice dripped in sarcasm as he called back. Raistlin followed the king.

Finally, they came to a room. Jareth allowed Raistlin entrance and left, calling back that dinner would be served in an hour.

The room was all black, with hints of blue throughout. The covers on the bed were black, but the pillows were blue. The drapes were black with blue trim. The room consisted of a black desk, on which were candle stubs and matches. The carpet was blue, but the walls were black. Against a wall was a bookcase, filled with books of all sizes, kinds and colors.

Raistlin was chose to engross himself in a book that looked to be minimally promising. It talked about how to use various forms of magic in the Underground. A particular account of how to harness more magic than usual using twins reminded him of his own twin.

Raistlin had been born and raised as the weaker brother of Caramon Majere. After his mother died, he continued to take classes about magic. While Caramon was outside playing games, Raistlin was inside studying how to use different words of magic.

His half-sister, Kitiara, soon moved out to become whatever it was she became. She was currently a Dragon Highlord. One looking at her would automatically think: slut. Of course, if one thought too loud, one would be dead.

Caramon was a warrior in the War of the Lance. He married his hometown sweetheart, Tika, afterwards, and was now becoming a fat, drunk slob since figuring out that his twin was going to the dark side and no longer needed him.

Raistlin studied magic under an imbecil named Theobald at the town's school of magic. He then went to the Tower of High Sorcery to test his test at the early age of twenty-one. Passing the test had taken its toll on him, turning his red-brown hair white, and his clear blue eyes golden, with hourglass shaped pupils; the latter was a gift from the Head of the Conclave, Par-Salian. It also gave him a hacking cough that never went away.

He took the red robes of Neutrality, and became apprenticed to another mage while his twin trained as a warrior. He met back with his friends in time for the War of the Lance, and fought with them. At the end, he went into the Tower of High Sorcery in Palanthas and changed into the black robes. He was named Master of the Tower. And he took Dalamar as an apprentice. Of course he knew Dalamar was a spy.

$&$$

Jareth watched Raistlin reading a book and quickly turned to the other crystal, in which Dalamar had come across Tim, Jim, Alph and Ralph. He was currently trying to figure out which door was which.

Too bad they were all liars. They only pretended to be one truthful and one not.

A/N: Yes, this is the end of the chapter. I explained a bit about Raistlin and Dalamar so no one would be confused. Oh, has anyone else seen The Forgotten? I just saw it, and it is SO scary at times. We were the pychotic ones in the movie theater, screaming at everything.

Replies:

Terachi Kaishaku- Hmm. . . .maybe. Maybe not.

Dalamar- He's actually my favorite dark mage of all time too.

Moonjava- Sorry about that. I hope you're less confused now.