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Red on Red	By : Sylviana_of_Qualinost Category: A through F > Dragonlance Views: 4499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7: Reunited

Her heart pounding excessively, Silviana stared out into the clearing before her, Caramon and Scrounger stilling their breath behind her back. A conveniently placed thistle bush provided ample protection behind which to hide. However, the tall black-robed mage paid no heed to what was happening behind him, his attention tied firmly to a bound Raislin, whose own glowering golden eyes were fastened upon his captor.

Silviana prayed to whatever gods listened, thanking them for their enemy's carelessness and hoping against hope that it should continue. She also realized that she did not know how to proceed from here. She dared not attempt spell casting, as the older and more experienced black-robe would doubtless notice the magical weaving around him and then all would be for naught. No- whatever they did now, they had to rely on wits and not magic, at least initially.

For the hundredth time, the elf-woman took survey of their surroundings. Then her heart skipped a beat. The black-robe was standing beneath a tall oak tree, it's rich canopy of thick branches spreading out far above his head. A desperate idea occurred to her and she looked over at Scrounger and Caramon. She dared not talk but began to gesticulate frantically, trying to impart what she was thinking. Luckily, the men were on the same track as her, Scrounger nodding fervently to acknowledge that he understood what was expected of him.

Just at that moment the black-robed mage's hand shot out to strike Raislin across the face and Silviana saw blood drawn. She felt her insides clench at the sight, her eyes stinging with tears,which this time had nothing to do with self pity.

Don't you hurt him, she thought desperately, don't you dare hurt him... or I will... I will....

The entirety of her plan came to her. She would not let this awful wizard harm Raislin. Deep down in the suddenly aching core of her soul, Silviana realized that she came to care for him in a manner she never thought possible. The thought was both exhilarating and frightening, but she had no time to question it at this moment. Her mind was decided and there was no longer desperation- only a calm certainty.

With a stern motion of her pointed chin, Silviana ordered Scrounger to proceed, her own fingers tightening around the Staff of Magius.

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“I know nothing!” Raistlin spat blood in Caine's general direction, all defiance.

“Stop this nonsense,” Caine hissed, long fingers disdainfully brushing away flakes of blood from his face. “The wizard went into the temple. You followed him in and he did not leave again. A landslide covered the side of the mountain and the pathway to the eggs was hidden. I need to know where it is!” The black-robe bent down so low his nose was practically touching Raistlin's, eyes alight with indignant fury. Above them the old oak tree began to creak, but neither of the wizards paid it much head.

Eggs...eggs? Raistlin's mind was racing, he felt like there was a memory triggered that he couldn't quite place. If I could only keep this mage talking...

“I will tell you nothing,” Raistlin bluffed, watching a muscle twitch in Caine's jaw.

“I've just about had it with you,” one strong hand came up to grasp Raistlin by the throat, fingers sinking into the young mage's esophagus. “Was Uth Matar in league with you? Is this all a ploy to retrieve the dragon eggs and keep them for yourself to gain Ariakas's favor?” Caine was growing hysterical, spittle foaming on the corners of his mouth.

Bits and pieces of information fell into place...

Uth Matar? What did Kitiara have to do with this? DRAGON eggs? Who is Ariakas?... if only I could get him to keep talking for a while longer so I can figure out what this is all about...

Raistln licked his dry lips, preparing to further bait the black-robe. At that very moment, a loud whistling noise broke the atmosphere. Too late, the Solamnic mage released Raislin, the shock of realization dawning on his face. His head snapped up just in time to take the full impact of the falling stone, a sickening crunch accompanying the collision. Caine Blacksworth flew backwards with an anguished howl, several teeth flying loose from his mouth, jaw bone unhinged and swinging at an awkward angle.

Scrounger jumped down from the tree at the same time Silviana appeared in the clearing brandishing the Staff of Magius, Caramon quick on her heels. Not wasting a moment, Silviana spun the Staff in a wild arch, directing a gust of magical wind at the black-robe. The powerful gale picked up the mage, sending him flying into a nearby tree, knocking him out for good.

Ecstatic at the seemingly easy victory, Silviana ran towards Raistlin but Caramon beat her to him, freeing a dagger from his sheath and falling to his knees beside his brother. Blade in hand, Caramon sawed through the bonds that tied Raistlin to the tree.

“Raist, are you alright?” Caramon grasped Raistlin by the shoulders, shaking him.

“Yes, you blithering idiot,” Raistlin hissed incredulously. “Now help me up!”

No sooner had Caramon helped his twin up did Raistlin shake himself free with a look of disgust. His eyes found Silviana, a feeling of rage beginning to smolder within him as he took in the Staff of Magius in her hands. The thought that the magical artifact had answered to her, had worked for her, was maddening. He was given the Staff- the first one in centuries to receive it. To have someone else usurp its power was unthinkable. The young mage rounded on her in a fury, making Silviana back away with a start.

“You!” Raistlin whispered hoarsely, reaching out and grasping Silviana's wrists hard enough that the elf-woman felt the tiny bones in them grind painfully together. With a gasp, she released the Staff of Magius, dropping it to the ground. She tried to take a step back and tripped over a root instead, falling forward against Raistlin. The intense heat radiating from within the mage's frail body enveloped her in warm folds and Silviana felt suddenly flushed and breathless. She looked into his face, which was taunt with rage, white hair tangled and wild, and did not feel anger or fear like she would have if it were any other man. Instead, she felt oddly excited at being held like this, the pain of his fingers on her wrists a welcome thrill. She had the sudden sick desire to have him command her to do.... to do what exactly?

“Don't you ever touch MY staff again, do you hear me?”

Well, those were not the words she thought she wanted to hear- but that tone of voice! By Lunitari, what was wrong with her? She had never had such a profound urge to be submissive- it was so far from her nature.

“Yes, Raist, I promise I won't do it again,” Silviana's voice was oddly hushed, her eyes, meeting Raistlin's enraged ones, were glazed over peculiarly.

All of a sudden, Raistlin was too acutely aware of her body pressed against his, the swell of her breasts heaving enticingly against his chest, the pulse in her wrists beating frantically. A vague recollection of Miranda, a girl from Solace he had once fancied, fleeted through his mind. The held hands, the brushing lips. A well of unfulfilled desire and an intoxicating tightness in his body. The despair and anger when he found the object of his affection in his brother's arms.
And then there was that other time in the baker's hut, on an autumn morning- that time he so hated to remember...
But that was different and so long ago, before he really knew the satisfaction that power could bring. Power and control- he knew somewhere in his mind that he harboured an obsession with both- but never thought he could feel the urge to exercise them on a woman in that way. Until this moment.

Oh, he had been suppressing certain unwanted feelings for the elf-woman for some time and he has been successful, so far, in not letting them stray into dangerous territory. But now, now, that she was against him, her body yielding softly to the unspoken command of his own, Raistlin found himself losing grip. Did he imagine the spark of lust in her grass-green elven eyes? A sign of an answering perverse desire to have him control her? How easily the fabric of her tunic would rip open under his tearing fingers, exposing her shivering skin. How easy to push her down onto her knees before him and...

And what? Raistlin cut his trail of thought off abruptly, What do you truly propose to do with her? Growing increasingly more agitated at his body's inconvenient reaction, he pushed Silviana away from him with a snarl, cursing himself for being foolish. Desire? Him? What a terrible joke. In that moment he hated himself.

Caramon caught the woman up as she stumbled away from his brother just as Raistlin bent down to pick up the Staff.

“You are not being fair Raist,” Caramon retorted while steadying Silviana on her feet and Raistlin was taken aback at the genuine note of reproof in his brother's voice. “It was Silviana's quick thinking that got us out of this mess in the first place. If anything you should be thanking her!”

Raistlin straightened and cleared his throat, anger subsiding. He felt momentary shame at having reacted in the way he did and annoyed at the fact that Caramon was right. They had freed him after all and temporarily subdued the enemy mage. The thought of how he reacted to Silviana holding his Staff made him feel slightly embarrassed. Licking his lips he looked over at the elf-woman searching for the right words. Yet, whatever apology he was going to offer never left his lips, for right at that second Scrounger's shrill voice intercepted their altercation.

“Ummm, it does not look like we are quite out of this mess yet,” the half- kender piped.

Raistlin, Caramon and Silviana looked around them in a tense anticipation. Every way that they looked, they were surrounded by armed men.
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