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. His heart beat faster as
he approached them, recognizing them from his father's
description. The ones with the nightblue bindings and silver runes
were the books of the great archmage, Fistandantilus. A
whispering chill flowed from them. Palin shivered and stopped,
afraid to go nearer, though his hands twitched to touch them.
He dared not, however. Only mages of the highest ranking
could even open the books, much less read the spells recorded
therein. If he tried it, the binding would burn his skin, just as the
words would burn his mind-eventually driving him mad.
Sighing with bitter regret, Palin turned his gaze to another row of
other spellbooks, these black with silver runes-his uncle's.
He was wondering if he should try to read, what would happen
if he did, and was just starting to examine them closer when he
noticed, for the first time, the source of the light illuminating the
laboratory.
"His staff!" he whispered.
It stood in a corner, leaning up against a wall. The Staff of
Magius. Its magical crystal burned with a cold, pale light, like the
light from Solinari, Palin thought. Tears of longing filled his eyes
and ran, unheeded, down his cheeks. Blinking them back so that he
could see, he drew nearer the staff, hardly daring to breathe,
fearful the light might go out in an instant.
Given to Raistlin when he successfully completed his Test by
the wizard, Par-Salian, the staff possessed untold magical power
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