Summer of Flame

Interlude Two

All Good Things...

Two Gods of different worlds met in the Grey. It was agreed that it would be as good a place to meet as any, and they simply stared at each other for awhile. One was the Goddess Mystra, the Goddess of Magic on Faerun, patron of Elminister. The other was Lunitari, also a Goddess of Magic, but on Krynn she held dominion over the magic of the Red Moon, of Neutrality. The two stood for a long time simply staring at each other. “Mother,” said Lunitari.

“Daughter,” said Mystra. “Your father is a correct. I too have researched this.”

“I know, but I wish it would not have to be,” said Lunitari. “But he was, is, my favorite. Even when he fell to darkness, I still watched over him. To see this come to pass pains me as when he goes through with it, he will not even have a soul to pass on to my realm with. It will be assimilated into the Blue Star...”

“One less Fragment to assemble at the end,” stated Mystra. “His memories and skills will be passed on, even if his consciousness is not.”

“His personality was my favorite part about him, Mother...”

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Ektatrina watched as her wielder was tied down on the alter and she cried as the bonds were tied tight enough to cut off most of the circulation in his thin wrists. The tears on his face ran freely as his robes were cut from him and he was stripped to the waist. Finally they walked away from him, leaving him alone in the room. She herself was wrapped in thick cotton padding and then packed away in a box and sealed away. She closed her eyes in mourning.

Chaos would soon descend on the High Clerist Tower to destroy the rest of Krynn, and this would be the final place of battle.