DISCLAIMER: I Own nothing of dragonlance, except the characters I have added. And... I want to thank Rebecca for showing me how to post my story up on here. Much love, and everyone else who helped. I really do hope you all enjoy this story. I went by the books to a certain extent... But Just mixed them all up. Oh well, tis my mind, tis my twisted fantasy that I bring here for you enjoyment. SO love me lmfao Ohh and one more thing. I just got a brain storm and figured out how to break up the sentences and so the reason why this is on the site the second time is because I am editing it. Oh well... PLEASE REVIEW! Any kind of suggestions, any kind of anything, will be a great big help, and I will try to acknowledge everyone or get back to anyone who has reviewed. Without further ado, I present to you, Daughter of the Night...
Lisa:
Kira opened her eyes wearily, seeing the room around her from her blurred vision. She whimpered softly as she felt a cold wash cloth press against her forehead. Though she couldn't see, she knew who it was… Her love… The father of her child that was soon to be born. Feeling the queer eyes of the young man burning upon her, she raised her shaky hand and touched his warm flesh.
"Raistlin…" She spoke softly. Raistlin watched painfully at the young woman. Her once golden hair that was vibrant and had a life of its own, was now limp and damped with sweat. Her once rosy cheeks was now as pale as a doll made of porcelain. Her beautiful blue eyes were now glossed over as she dipped in and out of unconsciousness. He knew from the very first time that he had made a mistake of falling in love. But this woman was different. After his test… He had been deformed. Cursed with a body of golden skin and shattered lungs, lightening white hair and devilish eyes whose pupils took the shape of hourglasses, forcing him to see time as it reflects all things. Yet… she loved him and in return, he had fallen in love as well. Now she was about to give birth to their child. The child that they together, brought into this world… she would die. Raistlin not only knew this because all he saw was death, but because he knew that they were never meant to be together, he was never meant to be happy. This child, a child that he inserted inside of her would bring death and destruction, much like himself. He had always pitied any child that would be of his genes. Their look shall be hideous… they shall be frail and live in torment. History is sure to repeat itself… he thought bitterly. Feeling her hand grasping his arm, his hourglass eyes focused on the woman. He hated this! He couldn't save her! How could he love such a creation that would take his life away? But… he wouldn't show his pain, not here, not now, not ever. Sucking in a deep breath, as deep as his lungs would allow him to, for he had spent 3 days without any rest, working endlessly to provide comfort to his beloved. He had grown exhausted. Otik had allowed the couple to bed at the Inn of the Last Home. His twin, Caramon had offered Otik all the coins he had for this transition, but the old man, of course, refused. And since Caramon pleading with Raistlin to rest did not work either, he chose to work in the Inn, to keep his mind occupied. Raistlin looked up across the room at a small sized native woman who held in her hands, more blankets.
"She can hear you Raistlin, speak with her." The woman said softly.
"I needn't any words of comfort from you right now Goldmoon." The mage snapped. He didn't mean to snap at her. He closed his eyes to shield the sight of hurt that appeared on Goldmoon's face. If it wasn't for her, then Kira would have been dead already, along with the child. Quickly, he took Goldmoon's advice and leaned down over Kira, bringing his burning lips to her forehead. "I am here…" He said in a voice, barely above a whisper. Kira's grip on Raistlin's arm tightened.
"Don't… Don't let them take her Raistlin… Please…" Raistlin looked upon the woman with confusion.
"Take who?" He asked softly.
"They will come for her eventually, don't let anything happen to her! Please…" Her voice broke off into painful screaming. She released her grip on Raistlin and began holding her stomach and crying. Raistlin looked up alarmed as Goldmoon raced to the door, with a quick swing she yelled out for Tonya, a barmaid, also a housewife to come and assist with the birth of the baby. The older woman entered the room with great haste and looked at Raistlin. The two never like each other very much, but this time, he saw compassion and tenderness in her eyes.
"Raistlin, it will be better if you waited in the lobby, Tanis and Caramon, Riverwind, Sturm, Flint and even Tasslehoff are down there…" Taking in a quick breath,
he looked back at Kira and nodded his head. As he walked out the door, he had a funny feeling… A feeling that this would be the last time he would ever see her alive.
Tanis Half-Elven watched Raistlin sip his wine calmly. What kind of cold hearted bastard could be this calm? This sane? He thought to himself. Not only was Kira upstairs given birth,
which he would have done worried himself to death over, but she was ill as well. He would have been acting as a maniac would. But here is Raistlin… Raistlin Majere. His best friend, Caramon Majere's, twin brother. Always known for his sly ways, his crude and cynical sense of humor and his sharp and sarcastic wit. The 21 year old was new to the red robes,
had no one, besides his brother and his very limited circle of friends, who most only put up with him because of Caramon, care for him. And here was this angel, sick with fever and Paladine knows what else, and he is sitting with a cup of wine by the fire. Not talking to anyone, just observing everything as if nothing were the matter. As much as Tanis respected the mage, he couldn't understand why he was acting this way. Looking around at the companions, who were talking amongst themselves, with the exception of Caramon. The mighty warrior sat at the table, his keen eyes kept on his frail brother, awaiting any command or need that Raistlin had. Sighing softly, he grabbed his mug of ale and approached the mage. Tanis cleared his throat.
"Raistlin?" The mage lifted his hooded head, the only thing that could be seen was his golden eyes that reflected the glow of the fire. The hollow, expressionless, dangerous eyes. Tanis shivered slightly feeling Raistlin's gaze upon him.
"Yes Half-Elf?" Reaching out for a chair, Tanis set next to the mage.
"Raistlin… You do understand that if you need to talk or anything, all of us are here for you." Raistlin stared at Tanis for a moment, before sweeping his eyes across the room. He could over hear some of the conversations that were going on. Mostly about him, until the Kender, Tasslehoff Burrfoot ended up with Flint's money purse. Making a loud growl, he snatched it away from the kender's small hands.
"You really must keep your eyes open Flint! You could have lost it!"
"If I am lucky to loose anything, it would be you. Who needs a doorknob of a kender about anyway?" The old dwarf grumbled, securing his money purse inside his vest. Sighing softly, Raistlin brought his attention back to Tanis.
"I know Tanis, and I am thankful. But as of this moment… I am in no dire need of your outlooks or advice. Considering I am usually the only one with the capability to think, I will advise myself to go to myself if me needing to talk is ever in the question." Tanis looked at the Majere twin for a moment, not so surprised by his quick tongue lashing. Sighing softly, he arose from his chair.
"As you wish Raistlin…" Tanis stood there for a moment longer, seeing Raistlin return his golden gaze back to the burning fire. Shaking his head slightly, he walked back to the companions.
An hour had passed, all the companions now grew silent. All not knowing what else to say to one another, all worried about the young woman upstairs. Sturm Brightblade, the solminac knight made a few appearances in and out of the building, but wasn't able to stay while the screams of Kira rang through the building that set upon the highest Vallenwood tree in Solace. Raistlin drew his robes tighter around his slender frame, trying to block out everything that was happening around him. He wanted everything to disappear… and finally… everything grew suddenly silent. Raistlin raised his hooded head and glanced around at the companions with his eerie eyes. Tika, a young red headed girl that worked in the Inn, looked about nervously, placing her small hand on Caramon's muscular shoulder as the mage's glance fell onto her. Raistlin's long slender fingers gripped the wooden staff he carried, tightly. He felt his stomach tie into knots because of his nervousness. It wasn't to long after the deadly silence that a small cry could be heard throughout the Inn of the last home. Caramon's nervous face eased and a giant smile spread across his lips. He walked over to Raistlin and pulled his frail brother up into his gigantic arms, almost completely smothering him into a hug.
"Congratulations Raist!" The warrior bellowed in his deep voice. "You're a father! I am an uncle! Rounds for everyone!" Caramon shouted as he released his brother.
Flint huffed.
"You would think one blasted mage was enough, then he had to reproduce." The old dwarf grumbled. Tanis ran to the door and flung it open, walking out, he peered down to see Sturm sitting on one of the many steps. He called the man up there in a hurry and exclaimed how the child was finally here. Sturm jumped up and joined his friends with great haste. Ale began to fill mugs and get passed down to everyone that was in the lobby.
A door on the second floor opened up, revealing a small native woman. Her silver hair pulled back in a messy bun and in her arms, she held a small bundle. She slowly walked down the stairs, a soft smile across her face. Walking pass the companions, straight to Raistlin.
"A little girl…" Goldmoon said softly, handing the infant over to the mage. Raistlin for a moment, found himself speechless. He looked up at her with so many questions… But didn't know how to voice any of them. Goldmoon smiled and spoke softly, as if reading his mind. "I have checked the child over Raistlin. She appears healthy. A little underweight, but healthy none the less." Goldmoon paused with a slight uneasy look as Raistlin peered into the sleeping baby's face. Lifting his hand, he touched her smooth skin. For an instant, he did no longer see death, only life. The life of his child… A small, and very rare smile appeared on his face. A smile of awe instead of one that showed cruelty and sarcasm. He trailed his hand from her face,
down her little body and found her hand and held it softly. As he peered upon his creation, his eyes grew wide in horror. He began seeing his infant child beginning to decay in front of him. He closed his eyes tightly, so he would not run the risk of dropping her.
"Can we take a look at her Raist?" Raistlin heard Caramon's voice ask. Nodding, he simply handed the child to Caramon. After his twin held the baby, he opened his eyes once more. He found it funny, Caramon was so huge, so massive, and yet he was holding his niece with such gentle care as he slowly brought the child around to the companions, showing her off as a proud uncle should. Raistlin sucked in a deep breath and looked at the troubled face of the woman.
"What troubles you Goldmoon?" Goldmoon smiled softly at the mage.
"She has the most beautiful eyes Raistlin. She opened them all the way, after we got her cleaned up. Her irises are pale blue with a golden ring." Raistlin stared at her, at least that was the only thing that he pass down to his child. Just a slight discolor of the eyes. She bit her lip softly. "Kira wishes to see you." Raistlin nodded softly and began to walk pass her. He paused for a second and turned around before walking up the stairs.
"Goldmoon…" He said in a soft voice, barely above a whisper. The young woman turned around to see the eyes of the mage on her. Raistlin gave a short nod. "Thank you." Nodding in return, Goldmoon watched the mage as he took assent to the stairs. Sighing softly, she went to join everyone else who greeted the child.
The wooden door creaked open with a slight push of Raistlin's thin hand. Upon walking into the room, he noted that it was dimly lit, with only two burning candles that were down to the lowest part of the wick, trying hard to show the last shimmering light of their lives before extinguishing into eternal darkness. He heard fast and shallow breathing coming from the other side of the room. Grabbing his staff of Magius tightly, he walked towards the bed that held his beloved Kira. Sitting down on the side of the bed, he felt a cold hand touch his warm flesh. A pair of alert blue eyes stared up at him as a small smile appeared on the angelic skin.
"She is beautiful?" A shuttering voice asked, barely above a whisper. Raistlin nodded his hooded head.
"That she is…" He whispered softly. He paused for a moment before speaking again. "Kira, how did you know that our child was to be a girl?" Kira looked at Raistlin with a puzzled gaze.
"I didn't…" Raistlin shook his head.
"Yes, yes you did. And you pleaded me not to let anyone take her." Kira smiled her gorgeous smile that she always had. He saw life fill her face once more. "Raist…" She said weakly. "I was speaking out of my head. Who on earth would want to hurt our child? Or any of us for that matter?" She laughed softly and raised a hand to his face and pulled back the cowl of his hood. "Unhide yourself Raistlin. You know how much I enjoy looking at you." Raistlin caught her hand before she let it fall back down to the bed. He brought her cold skin up to his fire tainted lips and kissed her hand softly. "By the gods I love you so much." She whispered. Her head lolled from one side to the other in a slow motion. "I must rest Raistlin, I am so very tired." She complained slightly. "Watch after Isabel…"
"Isabel? Is that her name?" Kira just smiled softly before closing her eyes for not only that night, but for eternity.
