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            My "parents" would have killed me if they'd known all the lithium chloride they paid for was literally flushed down the toilet. I never took those pills, just hid them in my cheek until I could slip into the bathroom and spit it out. At least I have an excuse. If Nuitari left me, they'd need to pay for another prescription- Prozac.

            I often wonder if I'll ever be able to go home. Dalamar told me that all the mages in the Halls of Nuitari were helping my father to craft a spell to end all spells, a spell to free me from my bonds. However, it's also a long and complex process, designing a new spell, and it doesn't exactly help that I was imprisoned in a magic-free realm. I pray that they'll finish soon. That psychiatrist is getting persistent.

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            Again, comes the knock on my door, again, it is Dalamar. He appears to be the one charged with me- and I appreciate it. Raistlin has a certain feel to his aura that sends chills running down my spine whenever he draws near. It doesn't help that Dalamar still bears the wounds of one of his spells on his chest.

            "Lady Apprentice Renetari." He has gotten over some of the protocol since my last visit. I smile approvingly. "Your father wishes for you to appear in the main hall. There are visitors for you."

            "She's got more potential than we've ever expected. Cousin, I know you're fiercely proud of her, but perhaps she is better off left imprisoned." I hear a male voice, akin to my father's, as I approach the hall. Dalamar places a hand on the door, but I wave him aside and open it myself. They trace their majestic path into the room, and I feel eyes upon me.

            There are three before me. My father, as I anticipate, but two others also. An ancient man, whose robes remind me of my bodily home as I think "white-out", and a woman, flame-haired, in robes that are somewhere between red and magenta. "This is the girl?" the man asks my father.

            "Renetari." The black robes ripple as my father rises. "These are my cousins." He makes a controlled gesture toward each. "Solinari, the patron of the White Robes-" it seems slightly distasteful to him, "and Lunitari, patron of the Red Robes."

            "You presume much, cousin." Solinari comments. "There is no guarantee she will be the rebirth of magic."

            "Do you have a better idea?" my father asks, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Or are we just going to let my mother reign supreme?"

            "Is your choice any better? Better to rule by two dark gods than one?"

            Lunitari steps between them. "Magic requires balance." She states with the unwavering tone of one who has uttered such wisdom many times before. "Takhisis is disrupting the balance more than she would with me to check her, or you, or even Nui. Even the wild magic is failing, Solinari. Have you not heard the desperate prayers of those we left behind? Takhisis is stealing our wealth. We must defend it, and if the youngest god is the only means we have, I will call her Renetari."

            Solinari looks perturbed. "We have not tried any other means!"

            "Because my mother has taken them!" my father straightens himself into a fearsome pinnacle of night. "Your stubbornness will be your end, Solinari!"

            I begin searching for a place to ride out the storm when Lunitari notices my alienation. "Nuitari! Solinari!" she snaps. "The child knows not these proceedings. Whether you agree to call her Renetari or not-" she casts an accusing glance at Solinari, "she still needs to know what we have called her for."

            The two gods shoot wolfish glares at each other, but calm themselves sufficiently to speak. "We need to begin at the beginning." My father reports.

            Lunitari nods. "The beginning." Then, she begins my story. It seems she is elected to do so- her father is Gilean of the Book, so it may very well be a hereditary talent. "None of the Immortals know where you came from." She begins.

            "Correction." Solinari interjects. "Twenty do not know, and the other chooses to keep his mouth shut." A searing glance at my father follows that statement.

            "Solinari, keep the alignment conflicts out of the story." Lunitari continues. "But, no matter how you came into being, you were still discovered. I believe it was Kiri-Jolith, ever-vigilant in his battles against evil."

            "No, it was Takhisis, always searching for threats to her power." Solinari corrects.

            "It was most definitely Gilean. He records all in his Book." My father says.

            Lunitari sighs. "No matter. Whoever discovered you, they immediately deemed you a threat to the balance of Krynn. Unless the gods of Good and the gods of Neutrality came up with new members to their pantheons, the precious balance would be upset. Unfortunately for you, they could not."

            "So they committed the most evil act they would ever dream of committing." A sorrow is in my father's voice, untouched by the arrogance and pride he habitually wears.

            Solinari scathes, but Lunitari nods agreement. "Solinari, I doubt the other gods of Good do not regret their decision. When we imprisoned you, beyond contact, your father locked himself in his laboratory for nearly a year, searching for a way to find you. He was eventually lured out to aid his mages just before the War of the Lance, but after the Chaos Wars, he renewed his efforts. It was only recently he found you."

            "It is a trying time for magic, my daughter." My father takes the floor. "Chaos, your great-grandfather, drove us from the world, and we left to create a new one. Your grandmother, however, had other plans. She has sent an avatar to Krynn, and, worst of all, is using her store of souls to steal what little magic our kind have left. We need an avatar of our own, but we daren't walk the world again, for fear of Takhisis. She has filed you in the back of her mind. We need you to bring magic back, Renetari, the Rebirth of Magic-" he looks me in the eyes and whispers, "my daughter."

            "She cannot!" Solinari scowls. "The 'we' most certainly does not include me! I would rather risk my power among Takhisis' souls than allow any child of yours-" an accusing finger is pointed at my father- "to represent me! I say we leave her in her world."

            Nuitari is about to speak for me, but I manage to squeak out a sentence before he starts. "Respectfully, Sir Solinari, that may not be possible, at least if you foresee the possibility of changing your mind."

            "What?" he seems surprised to hear me speak. "It's as simple as suspending any further spell research! Why would it be impossible?"

            "Sir, in my world of imprisonment, there are people who heal the mind, who are known as 'psychiatrists'." I explain, my voice quavering. "My custodial family has taken me to one of these psychiatrists, and I am being forced to take a healing substance for a condition I do not have. They believe I have it because I have made contact with my father. If I remain in my world, they may decide to put me in an institution for the mentally ill, where they will proceed to use sufficient substance to keep me from further contacting you at any point in the future." I bow slightly. "I will never be able to journey here again, whether in the realm of dreams or in the flesh."

            That seems to strike them all. A moment of silence, then my father says, "You are dismissed, Renetari."

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            Later, I sit at the worktable in the library. Dalamar is fetching a book, and I can hear Solinari and Lunitari conversing in hushed voices as they leave. "She seems a logical girl. If she wasn't born to evil, I may have agreed to support her."

            "She can't change her blood. And she can't fight the prejudices of an entire society without her magic. Even if you do not want her to represent you, you should at least tolerate any attempt to return her to Krynn."

            "But the balance-"

            "Takhisis take the balance!" Lunitari snarls. "The balance is so far gone that even a new god could not knock it further. Our magic is the reason we preserved the balance, and with Takhisis secreting away what little magic remains on Krynn, why must we be so vigilant? As Nui said, it is a trying time for magic. Desperate times call for desperate measures."

            A moment of silence, then Solinari mentions, "She takes after her father."