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"Don't be a fool!" Raistlin said with a sneer. "I won't let you!
You know that!"
"I know," said Palin, drawing a shivering breath. "You will
stop me-"
"I will kill you!"
"You will. . . kill me. . . ." Palin continued, his voice faltering
only slightly. Turning around, he reached out his hand for the Staff
of Magius that stood leaning against the desk beside Raistlin's
chair. The light of the crystal beamed white and cold as his hand
closed over it.
"What a waste!" Raistlin hissed, twisting out of his chair. "Why
die in such a meaningless gesture? For it will be meaningless, I
assure you, my dear nephew. I will do all I planned. The
world will be mine! You will be dead-and who will know
or care?"
"You will," said Palin in a low voice.
Turning his back upon his uncle, Palin walked with firm,
steady steps over to stand before the Portal. The shadow
was deeper and darker, making the wall within the Abyss
stand out by hideous contrast. Palin could feel the evil now,
feel it seeping through the Portal like water flowing into a
wrecked ship. He thought of the Dark Queen, able to enter
the world at last. Once more, the flames of war would
sweep across the land as the forces of good rose to stop her.
He saw his father and mother die by his uncle's hand, his
brothers fall victim to their uncle's magical charm. He saw
them dressed in dragonscale armor, riding evil dragons into
battle, leading troops of hideous beings spawned of
darkness
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