Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own DragonLance. Although it would be an interesting situation if I did.
Summary: Strange piece I wrote after finishing the DragonLance trilogy. It is from the point of view of the Mage Raistlin, so, if you have no idea who that is, you might want to read the books. Please review. I'm not even sure if this deserved to be put here, but I like it, and I hope you will too.
Reflections of a Dreamer
By: Whyteroze28
I see him approaching. It has been almost a month since the first dream began. It is always the same. The tower in the center of the darkened forest, the path leading to it, and the small figure on the path.
Not much can be seen of the figure at first. He is robed and hooded, like most mages in the world of Krynn, yet there is an otherworldly feel to him. And since I am the master of past and present, I can tell that none like this boy have ever walked this land. And yet I know he is coming.
As I have mentioned, I see the same thing every night. Well, not exactly. I see the boy And the tower. But everything else changes nightly. In some of the dreams it is day, others night. Some of them take place in the summer, some in winter. In every one of them he is closer to me. The only thing that never changes is the tower itself, and that is because it cannot.
He is almost here. Last night he was at the gates. I heard the shrieks of the spirits that inhabit the tower as he stood outside. They don't allow anyone to enter. And yet, I am certain that he will. He is determined. And I thought I had an obsessive desire for magework.
This is getting ridiculous. I have never even seen his face, and yet I know that he is too much like I was. The shunning of his inferiors, the willingness to do anything for power, and the wish to be greater than those with which his fate has been entwined.
And yet…
It was a real eye-opener for him. Finding out how much work actually went into getting this far, and staying alive. Seeing the form I was given after my tests. Learning that I actually had to depend on people more after I took the damn tests, people that I hated more than ever because they weren't cursed with this damn death-sight or this frail body.
If I hadn't made that deal, I know I would be dead by now. Unfortunately for my young guest, he had no such option. If he wants power such as mine, he has to earn it. And that will never happen. If he even attempted to take the Test, he would fail… and failure means death.
I finally explained to him that our worlds' definitions of magic are different. In his, there is no such thing as a wizard who has to relearn spells after they are cast. And here, there is no mage who can become all-powerful, seeing as our magic won't allow it.
So, in the end, he realized that he had to return. That these dreams were draining him more than he had anticipated. And I assume that he'll continue trying to gain power in his own world. After all, that seems to be what they do there.
It's almost sad really. He reminds me so much of myself at that age. The arrogant, holier-than-thou attitude, the frailness of body, and of course, the ambition. If I ever happen to find a spell which allows me to travel between dimensions, I really must remember to see how he's doing. Now, what was his name again? Ah yes… Draco.