A/N: Well here's a new twist I added to the story!!!!! Highly...how would you say it...interesting. Hope you like!!!! On with the story!!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters you recognize! But I own Dakar.

Twisted Tower

He walked through the roads of Palanthas, his black robes swished about his ankles. Pausing and examining his surroundings he moved on, sure he was not being followed. The city of Palanthas was well fortified against physical attack and could keep almost anyone out...anyone but a mage.

The mage's hood covered his young, hansom elven features. A few strands of black hair came from under the hood, he brushed them back with a slender hand. Becoming impatient he began walking faster, he paused behind a building to avoid a passing guard. When the street was deserted again he quickly walked across and stopped up to the Great Library doors.

Muttering a spell the great door swung open without a touch of his hand. Not hesitating, the elven mage slid inside. He knew immediately where to go and took off down the vast hall. He found the door he was looking for and did the same spell he had used on the front door. This door also swung forward and he glided in. Remembering what he had been told, he remained low as he counted the isles. Finding the thirty second row of books he began to search the shelves.

"Books...books...so many.." he muttered absentmindedly running his finger along the row of books. He suddenly straitened hearing someone entering the room.

"Hello?" the stranger that had entered the room called.

'Blast! Someone knows I'm here!' the mage thought frantically. He was supposed to remain hidden..well that plan was out..unless he found the book. He quickly continued examining the shelves as the footsteps came closer.

"Yes!" he hissed as his hand passed over the book he had been searching for.

"Hey you! Stop!" it was one of the monks that dwelled here. The monk now stood at the end if the isles pointing at him.

"I think not..farewell...and thank you for this." he waved the book at the monk and with a magical word he vanished.

The monk stood there, horrified. Turning he ran yelling through the Great Library, calling for help that didn't come.

The mage in his black robes found himself before a tower. He stood before the Tower of Palanthas..which had now moved to this forest in Nightlund. Tucking the book under his arm he headed towards the door, which swung open as he neared it. He quickly headed up the stairs to the study on the upper floor.

"Your late..." an older (although he didn't look it) elf sat behind a table carved out of mahogany 't find it...and someone...found out about..me coming.." the younger elf panted. After casting those spells and going up the steps he was exhausted.

"But you have it!" Dalamar turned in his chair to face the elf.

"Yes." the younger elf sighed as he dropped the book onto the table.

"Excellent!" Dalamar eagerly grabbed the book and opened it. He look very pleased as he skimmed the text.

"Well? Did I pass?" the young elf asked hopefully.

Dalamar looked up, "Yes..my son you pass."

The young elf laughed, "I don't know why you had to test me in the first place..I mean the conclave isn't even around anymore.."

"Still Dakar..I needed to know if you were...worthy."

"But I'm your son? You need to see if I'm worthy!?" Dakar sighed. He didn't really care anymore, as long as he had passed he was happy.

"Now I need you to do something else for me.." Dalamar said mildly, not looking up from the book.

"Yes father?"

"I have been hearing rumors...from the Live Ones..."

"But I thought you said they were fading?"

Dalamar glared at his son for interrupting.

"Sorry..." Dakar mumbled.

"Anyway.." Dalamar continued, "I have heard of this Mina from them..they fear her and her One God'.."

"A One God?" Dakar looked confused, his father had told him that the Gods had left.

"Yes..that's why I want to send you out. To find out what this nonsense is about." Dalamar turned a page of the spell book.

"Very well.. But what exactly do you want me to do?" Dakar asked. As far as he was concerned this was going to be the easiest thing he had ever done.

"Meet this girl..ask her about his 'God'..and if she doesn't tell you anything..." Dalamar shrugged, "Do with her what you see fit." he said heartlessly.

Dakar yawned, "Where is she?"

"In our homeland.."

"Silvanesti!" Dakar was shocked now.

Dalamar nodded, "Yes..I guess you can see it as..another test. Get past the shield of Silvanesti."

Dakar sighed, "But that's impossible..no one has ever.."

"She did and you will!" Dalamar snarled, for the first time he looked up from the book.

Dakar sighed again, "Yes father.." Dakar couldn't help but feel that his father was demanding too much of him. Get past the shield of Silvanesti? Well if there was a way in he would find it. This Mina girl had..then he would..for his father.

Dakar bowed to his father, "I will pass this test as well." he said firmly, "I promise you that." Looking determined Dakar left the Tower and headed towards his homeland, Silvanesti. At least, if he got past the shield, he would get to see it..and feel what it was like to belong to a people and not be an outcast.