It's FINALLY back!
The Sword and the Hourglass, Part 2 of the “Time of the Hourglass” series has returned! Everything up until now has been reworked and edited. Several chapters were split and a few new were added along with new moodboards, art, and songs. UPDATES TO RESUME SOON!
****Please note that this is a sequel to "The Star and The Hourglass" and the stories are meant to be read in order. Read Part 1 first!****
https://archiveofourown.org/works/24177604/chapters/58229962
Pairing: Raistlin Majere/Original Female Character (Yurielle), Caramon Majere/Tika Waylan Majere
Fandom: Dragonlance
Rating: Explicit (This fic is mostly Mature themed but I rate it Explicit due to its sexual content - more info in the story's notes)
Chapters: 74/?
Takes place beginning around, and replacing, the Legends Trilogy
Summary:
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On the surface, Caramon Majere has gotten on with his life.
He is now a husband, a father, and the proprietor of the Inn of the Last Home in Solace. However, try as he might, he cannot escape the void left behind by his twin. Six years after the war, as the rest of Krynn goes on, the former Hero of the Lance struggles with hidden vices while maintaining the facade his friends and family expect of him…
Conversely, Raistlin Majere has freed himself of the Archlich Fistandantilus. But in that void left behind, he faces a new challenge: that of self-identity. Now in Palanthas, the Archmage struggles to remember who he was before his Test as he adjusts to this new life with his Star beside him…
Their lives may go on, but memories and lost friendships burn like dying embers in the hearts and minds of these two men. The past is painful and bitter, yet the ashes of their lost kinship may hold the key for the twins to reclaim what they each seek for themselves.
Tags to note:
Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence | Alternate Timelines | Headcanon | Drama & Romance | Violence | Redemption | Family Issues | Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism | Family Reunion Slow Burn | Domestic Disputes | Codependency | A story in which Raistlin faces the consequences of his actions | And so does Caramon | Caramon's in a really bad place | Brotherly Angst | Brother Bonding | Unresolved anger | Tika is a saint for putting up with him for so long | Fistandantilus doing shady shit in the background | Working through Trauma
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Brothers in War
Raistlin and Caramon in the Dwarfgate War. Or, why I've been offline so much the last month.
You can view it in better quality on my DeviantArt:
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I might be in the process of dusting off a certain older fic known as Here, Where We Intersect.
If you enjoyed it back in 2017/2018, I’ve added chapters!
Somehow, with each gap, I feel like I’m learning how to write words all over again. Go figure.
Start of work is here on AO3!
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Dragonlance Legends AU idea
WARNING, SPOILERS FOR THE LAST TRIAL MUSICAL AND DRAGONLACE LEGENDS
I got this wonderful, aka extremely angsty and painful, idea a half hour ago watching the Last Trial Musical, specifically the second half of nightmares. (I only read the first chronicles so far so sorry if I’m missing lore 😅)
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Crysania gets to Raistlin in the void a few moments later. She pleads with Takhisis so save him, and Takhisis does, (at the same cost as usual). Raistlin comes back and kills Takhisis so so easily. Crysania does not notice it. Then, he doesn’t fail the last trial, he goes to Crysania, passes the trial of compassion, and becomes a god. As his first act as a god, he saves her. Her sight and health are not what they were, but she is alive, no longer blinded, and not going to die. She still does not notice it. He asks her to be by his side as he rules as a god. She accepts in a heartbeat.
Slowly the changes come over the world, small to begin with. Caramon is one of the first to notice, and realizes it’s because Raistlin succeeded and became a god. The Last god.
Caramon does not know if he should be happy that his brother succeeded… or afraid. No, he knows. With how he left Raistlin… he should be afraid. Very, very afraid.
Some years after Raistlin ascends, and the changes on the world are becoming bigger and more noticeable, he goes to Solace to visit Caramon.
Raistlin greets Caramon with a smile and a hug. And then, then Caramon notices it. What Crysania didn’t. Perhaps it was a the odd look in Raistlin’s eye, slightly off mannerisms, perhaps not even something visible to the human eye, something only a twin could recognize in their twin. But he notices. And is more terrified than he ever was before
Caramon does his best to pretend to act normal. Like he didn’t see it. Grateful and thrilled to be “truly” reunited with his twin, and that Raistlin succeeded and Takhisis was defeated. Raistlin offers him a seat by his side, not to be his sword, not this time. But to be his brother. Caramon does his best to gratefully decline, saying he wishes to stay with his family, and their place is there. He does not dare to pray that Raistlin does not notice or realize that he knows, because there is no god to pray to, no other god to pray to but him. There’s a flash in Raistlin’s eyes, but he accepts that and leaves. Maybe he doesn’t notice. Maybe he does, and maybe he doesn’t care.
The moment Caramon is sure he is gone, he packs up his family and they flee without a trace, to no one knows where. For Caramon saw what , who hadn’t been seen by any since entering the void, who had perhaps been too blinded by love to see - that was not Raistlin Majere.
He does not know what his brother became, but he is something, something else. If he had been to the void he would’ve seen the vague resemblance between the being that was his brother and the creatures, the souls of people Takhisis warped into something else, especially the similarity to the creature, the demon, the puppet, that Dalamar became there, after being murdered by Raistlin.
But he does not know, he flees with his family to the farthest corner of the world. And he hopes that perhaps, even if that doesn’t save them, that they will know a little bit, one more tiny, small as a grain of sand in an hourglass, bit of peace. Before whatever the creature that was once his twin brother, Raistlin Majere, had planned would come to pass.
And the world begins to loose light, the sun and stars not casting the same light they used to, first it becomes sickly, then it fades, to nothing. Until there is nothing. Only flame bringing light, and burning and blinding more often than not. The world made into its own kind of void. Dark shapes and souls struggling and clinging to survival in the dark. People who had learned, do not pray, do not pray to this god, but do not ignore him. They learned their lesson from those who prayed to him and those who denounced him. Do not even dare to hope that he will help you, and hope that he does not notice you.
The world does not pray to, something, not a person, but something that once was, ruling it, and sinking it into the abyss of nothing that the soul it once had went into when it was ripped out.
And instead of dissolving into nothing, the near painless death the world would’ve had, all people in the world know long fear and darkness until the painful, vengeful end.
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