Raistlin Majere And The Fate In Time

Chapter 3

The journey to Wayreth took several days, each night Raistlin was harbouring strength for the spells he would cast. A foreboding journey, Raistlin thought to himself, as he road on. He was only a few miles away from where The Tower of High Sorcery stood, as he crept on in weariness, the horrors of it all rushed back into his mind. He remembered being the youngest mage to take the test and the sense of betrayal he had felt towards Par-Salian after. He saw after the Test how he had been cursed to see the world through a eyes that would only reveal death, he would never be a powerful mage, like he once dreamed of becoming. He thought of this as he strode along, getting closer and closer to the place of his past trauma. As he thought on, he cursed at himself under his breath, knowing not to think about that occurrence. He thought his days at travel and the places he had seen from afar, not stepping foot in them but seeing them from a distance. Each night he travelled, he studied the small spell book with the ruby, over the next days he started to memorize the complicated spells that were written and recorded so long ago. As he jumped down from his horse, he walked on to where the entrance of the old building stood. He had planned this out perfectly, each moment playing over in his mind as he went through the plan in his head. He would cast the spell at dusk, shortly after everyone had fallen asleep, that way he would go unnoticed walking into the courtyard. At that moment he would cast the spell to go back in time to that unfaithful day in the past and soon he would become the mage he had only dreamed of becoming. He decided he would lead his horse to the back of the tower and study the remaining spells until the time was right to cast the spell. Time was the one thing Raistlin despised, as he thought over the times time itself had betrayed him, the sun started to set, slowly the circle of it disappeared from view and Lunatari arose from the depths of Krynn. Lunatari's red light shone down on him as he entered the building, making his way to the courtyard at a walking pace. He passed through corridors and entry ways throughout the Tower, it looked quite deserted he mused to himself silently, knowing the Tower was in quite the opposite state. Walking down a set of stairs, he continued on, carefully passing the pillars that stood on the outside of the courtyard where he had taken the Test. He looked a moment, looking at the place where he had excepted failure, being close to death, he scowled at the thought. He vowed never accept failure agin after that day, he would never forgive Par-Salian for what he had done. For it sparked him with jealousy and hatred toward his brother, his brother was the only one who felt truly guilty. He hated it! always taking pity on Raistlin for being the frail little brother and always being so overprotective of him. Everyone looked down on him they only thought that he was born that way, born with gold tinged skin and hourglass eyes, it was the worst treatment of a person such as himself. Little did they know he had paid the price of the Test that he had chosen to take, they would never understand him until he could become strong enough to conquer them