Epilogue

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The large black charge bore the Red Robe wizard proudly. Both were road worn and dusty. The wizard's red robes were travel worn and a bit faded from heavy sun and he was slightly hunched over. Perhaps the most startling detail that people could see besides the blood red robes were the staff in his left hand and the sword strapped to his left hip, clearly for use with his right hand.

This alone marked him among the learned as a full fledged war wizard, one unafraid to ride alone for he could defend himself against whatever came up against him.

But it was the obvious use that both items had... as well as how very exotic and expensive they both must have been. But no road thief was foolish enough to challenge this lone figure even if he rode with a slight slump from exhaustion.

He rode into Solace and straight, as if he knew where he was going, to the stables of the Inn of the Last Home. By then word had already traveled to nearly anyone in town and those who were curious watched as he rode at a swift and sure canter to the stairs.

One in town knew what it meant when a boy described a red robe with a staff topped with a multi-faceted crystal clutched in what appeared to be a claw of some sort of lizard... perhaps a small dragon? The sword this young warrior did not quite know what to make of it, but it was still news he had waited for nearly two years to hear.

Caramon Majere all but ran down the spiral steps to the ground level just as his twin brother tiredly climbed down from the magnificent charger's back. Letting his hood fall so that they could clearly see each other, Raistlin and Caramon simply stood there looking at each other. Caramon enveloped Raistlin into a tight and fierce hug that lifted the frail mage off his feet. "My brother!" he cried happily, then let his brother down to stand on the ground. "I was so worried! What happened, what have you seen?"

Raistlin smiled slightly. It was not a cynical smile, but Caramon could clearly see the pain and sadness behind it. Whatever had happened it had changed his brother... again. Raistlin answered, "I don't feel up to talking about it... maybe later, my brother?"

Caramon nodded, accepting that without question. There was no use in pushing for answers with Raistlin. When he felt like telling Caramon he simply would. If he didn't... well... he simply would not. And Caramon would simply have to accept that. "I heard that a lord up North is looking for recruits, perhaps we could sign up for some extra money...?"

Raistlin took out a bulging sack of steel coin from his saddlebags, and Caramon's eyes widened, "Perhaps later as well. Right now I feel like sleeping for a week..."

"Sure, Raist, whatever you say... if that's what you want."

"It's definitely what I want, my brother."

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The rest was history. The War of the Lance occurred a few years later even though at this point it was brewing. A few years later Raistlin Majere made his bid at Godhood. Everyone forgot about the two years he wandered without Caramon or anyone else. Rumors of his daughter began to circulate, only a mistake was made: The tale told of an High Ogre (known as an Irda) woman giving birth to the child. Caramon tried to confirm the existence or lack of existence of said half Irda child...

... but of course Astinus could not give a definite answer. There was no Irda child of Raistlin, however, there was a Paragon White Dragon daughter of Raistlin Majere and Stormraven...

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- FIN -

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A/N: And that would the end of 'Blue Star', a fan fiction more than ten years in the making!