Okay, I don't own Dragonlance...Come on is my name M. Weis? NO! So I don't own DL. Anyway...

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As Nataria lay in her woolen bedroll late that night she wondered will I ever fall in love? If so, to whom? Not Silvan... Soon she was slipping off into sleep with the thought burning into her mind Will I fall in love?

Silvan had long ago fallen asleep, and now he was having a dream, a dream so real it seemed as if it had been sent by the gods themselves...

Silvan walked through the familiar forests that grew in the spectacular land of Silvanesti. He kept hearing noises, bushes being waded through, tree branches swung back into order to pass through, leaves trampled with human carelessness. The figure stepped into a clearing and Silvan noticed the sharply pointed ears and wondered why they were making so much noise, and saw it was a woman big with child. He took a step toward her to help her along, for she was beautiful beyond description, but seemed somewhat familiar. As he stepped forward, a twig broke beneath he light foot, and the elfmaiden looked at him with eyes filled with sadness and grief, her emotion changed as she recognized him, not to one with happiness, her eyes were only filled with venom. She started toward him, and when she had reached him she spoke, "You, Silvan, must go to Dalamar and ask him to guide you to the one you love, he will say no, but will guide you anyway, even without knowing it. You must hurry, for you must save her from walking a path much like mine..."

Silvan woke, drenched with shivering cold sweat trickling down his face. This was the second time he had had this dream...Why did it keep coming to him, over and over? Then he finally recognized the woman in his dream as Nataria. He began to think many horrible thoughts: What path has or will she travel? Why must I ask Dalamar of all people? And whose child is she carrying? What does he know of love...?

Silvan looked over to Nataria's sleeping form, or is she my one true love?

In his dark tower Dalamar was also having a very haunting dream...

He was standing in a clearing with a woman that was pregnant. He loved her, in her own dreamlike beauty. She looked back at him with his love mirrored in her eyes; suddenly he was angry with her, for her slightly rounded form. He didn't know why but he was. He walked swiftly out of the clearing, his anger making him walk faster and faster until he could walk no more .He fell onto his knees crying. He missed her already, why have I left her? Dalamar asked himself, why?

Dalamar woke, calm, but very disturbed. He wondered if that woman in his dreams was alive, because if she was, he must find her.

(I should end the chapter here, because it seems like such a perfect ending but just for all you cool readers I'll continue.)

When the sun's first few rays began to peek over the faraway mountains, Silvan was still awake thinking over his dreams, and his new found discovery.

Nataria woke soon after dawn. She noticed her blanket she had put up the night before was still in place and began to undress. She was just about to reach out for her velvety black robes when the blanket was pulled down by a fair elven hand.

She shrieked, "Silvan, I am trying to get dressed!"

Silvan looked at her naked body, "I know."

Nataria, no longer caring about modesty, pulled out a sword, "Leave now or I will sweep your mighty head off your frail body."

Silvan backed off a step then took forward two more, "You wouldn't do that, Nataria." If Nataria hadn't known herself, she would have believed him, so convincing his voice was.

"You better bet I will or you won't have the chance to back out." Nataria took a step forward, started swinging her sword at...nothing.

Silvan was gone; he had run completely out of the cave.

"Whew..." Nataria muttered to herself and finished dressing herself.

She stepped out of the cave to get some fresh air and saw Silvan staring into nothing. His eyes full of anger, not directed at her, but at himself. He turned and saw her. He started to open his mouth, but Nataria cut him off.

"Silvan, gather your things, put them on your horse and be ready to go. I don't want to talk to you, so solve your problems by yourself. We are going to ride hard so I won't have to deal with you anymore. We'll reach Palanthas by sunset, so get going." Nataria waved her hand then began to pick up her own things.

Author's Note: Sorry the chapters are so short, but since they are so short, there will be more chapters. Hope you enjoy this one, and I will hurry up and update!