The giant doors that led into Par-Salian's chambers opened up quickly, revealing a woman dressed in flowing white robes. Her sightless eyes staring ahead of her, making it seem that she wandered blankly into the room. Beside her, walked a white tiger, guarding the young woman protectively. The old mage stood from his seat and nodded.
"Greetings Revered daughter…" He said in a deep tone. A young scholar rushed in after the woman and her guardian and quickly drew back as the tiger growled. The woman placed her hand on the tigers side and politely ordered him to hush. The scholar laughed nervously and drew out a cloth to dab his forehead.
"Forgive me…" He said in a pleading tone. "I tried to explain to the revered daughter here that you were not expecting any visitors today. But she insisted… along with her pet…" The man said, jumping back a bit receiving another growl from the great white tiger. The older man dressed in similar white robes as the revered daughter, nodded his head.
"Samuel, this isn't just a revered daughter. This is Elistan's descendant, The Revered Daughter, Crysiana. The most beloved by Paladine." Samuel bowed quickly.
"Forgive me revered daughter, for I had not known." Crysania nodded.
"You are forgiven sir, may I have a word in private with Par-Salian?" Bowing quickly once more, he exited the room. Once hearing the door close, Crysiana stared at Par-Salian with her sightless eyes.
"Please, sit. You look as if you have had a rough journey, may I offer you a glass of wine revered daughter?" Crysania shook her head.
"Please Par-Salian, I have came with urgency…" Par-Salian nodded and walked over to the revered daughter and guided her to a comfortable chair, giving her pet tiger a slight glance. Walking back around his desk, he took his seat as well.
"Very well… What is this urgency? A message from the gods?" Crysiana nodded her head. "Then why come to me? I am a mere magus, an old man at that, revered daughter. I possess no hand I could offer Paladine or any other god for that matter."
"Surely you have something to do with this!" She shouted out, forgetting her place. Slowly she regained her posture. "I must apologize Par-Salian, it has been a few rough nights I have endured." The older man nodded his head, as if the blind woman could see. But said nothing more. Clearing her throat, Crysiana began once again. "I have had these reoccurring nightmares… or warnings as I have defined them as. Par-Salian, Takhsis is forcing her hand in once more… another soul is set up to fight her… But Takhsis does not fear this soul, nor does she mock it. If Takhsis claims this soul… Then I fear, there shall be no hope. This person… has more power than I have ever thought possible. Dare I even say his name… Dare I even say Raistlin Majere?" Crysiana shuttered at her own words, remembering the late arch magus. Par-Salian stared at the revered daughter with utter astonishment. "I am not going crazy Par-Salian… Paladine has warned me…"
"Yes, yes… Of course." Par-Salian said after a moment. "Our clerics have been having vivid dreams of war as well. But not to this extent…" Par-Salian stood up abruptly and cuffed his hands behind his back. "What does this have to do with me? Is it someone in my order? In any order? I doubt it revered daughter… For none of mine, not even those who came to test and went on their way has ever even had an ounce of Raistlin Majere's power… Did your dream offer a name?"
Crysiana nodded.
"The name on stone was… Majere."
"Impossible!" Par-Salian grumbled. He paused for a moment. No… no it can't be! He thought to himself. It couldn't be Caramon, the man never held any liking for wizards… of any kind! And the man's power lied in his brawn, not in magical powers. That meant only one person… "Isabel…" He said finally.
"I can help! I can stop this. Take her out of Master Theobold's school, she will never take her test." Crysiana shook her head.
"Par-Salian, you can help… But your help lies in making sure the girl does take the test… Without the proper training, without the knowledge, she is free for Takhisis to claim. She has to fight! She must!" Par-Salian walked to the doors and called in Samuel.
"Send for Dalamar Nightson." He said flatly. Then turning upon the revered daughter, his face carrying a heavy expression. "So it has begun…"
