Goldmoon and Riverwind are reunited with their friends. What will the others say when Goldmoon lost something precious and how will they find it or even gain it? Besides, how will Riverwind cope with the bad news?
Chapter Two: Lost. Goldmoon's Tears. Sanity.
Since ten years ago, Goldmoon and Riverwind decided to make a promise that everyone will meet in the Inn then years later.
That period is now.
Goldmoon was in tears. Ever since the blue crystal staff is stolen by someone they once knew.
When Riverwind saw the face, he decided to smack it, but the magic of the mage sent Riverwind flying around Solace and then fall with a thud. After that, the mage revealed his idenity.
It was none other than Raistlin Majere, former friend of Heroes of The Lance, Betrayer and Caramon's former twin brother.
Riverwind still remembered the mage's harsh words and the fateful event.
Raistlin used his magic and in one touch Goldmoon's staff was stolen from her.
"What happened?" Goldmoon asked.
"This what happened." the stranger said, carrying the staff.
"Who are you?" Riverwind asked.
"Riverwind, you don't know what I am capable of." Raistlin said, the blue crystal staff in his hand.
"I will get you, mage. Sturm was right. We shouldn't have trusted mages. Pity that you have good magic skills, otherwise you wouldn't have us fooled." Riverwind said.
"My staff! Raistlin! How could you have done this to us?" Goldmoon asked.
"You have outdone yourself, Goldmoon. Seeing you wasn't an enjoyable reunion. But I will keep the staff for myself." Raistlin said.
"Traitor! One day you will rot in the Abyss, Raistlin Majere!" Riverwind said.
Raistlin coughed.
He shouted out a spell.
"Intipeinta Flet!"
Riverwind was flying around. He can't control himself. By the time the spell have lifted, Riverwind's head was hit by a bang, then he fainted.
"Raistlin! You traitor! Where is your brother?" Goldmoon asked furiously.
"The dolt? I left him to die. Cry all you like. No one is going to help you"
Raistlin said.
"Why are you doing this?" Goldmoon asked.
"Isn't that you wanted to know? Sturm!" Raistlin said.
At his name being mentioned, Sturm Brightblade came to Raistlin's aid.
"Yes, master?" Sturm asked.
"Kill Riverwind. Leave the girl alone. She is no longer our concern." Raistlin said.
"Yes sir." Sturm said.
"Sturm! Why are you doing this! I thought you distrusted magic!" Goldmoon said.
"I used to. Now my master shall rise to his glory! I am his right handed!" Sturm said.
"Raistlin's using you! Can't you see that?" Goldmoon cried in tears.
"He's not using me! My honor is that to help mages, not the knighthood!" Sturm said.
"You have been brainwashed, Sturm!" Goldmoon said.
"Believe all you like. Why don't I just kill the man? You will be spared, stranger." Sturm said madly.
"You don't remember me?" Goldmoon said.
"No, I don't. Why not just-"
Just then, Sturm got his own self back, thanks to Paladine, when he sensed the danger. Sturm was about to kill the high priestess of Mischkal, his wife. That must not happen!
"Goldmoon?" Sturm asked.
"Sturm?" Goldmoon asked.
"I gained my old self back, even if it was a few minutes. Run! By two minutes, the spell Raistlin put on me will return! Run and never look back! Carry Riverwind's body with you, run!" Sturm said.
Goldmoon ran for her life. Paladine was helping her carrying the body of Riverwind, in the guise of a concealed elf. By the time Goldmoon got away from Solace, Sturm was out of control again.
"Paladine, why does life have to be this hard?" Goldmoon asked with tears.
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