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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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." Michael turned, started to walk away.
Having been born and reared in Xak Tsaroth, he had
listened in disbelief to the tales of its destruction, told by the
refugees. He had to see for himself.
Nikol ran after him, laid a remorseful hand on his arm.
"I'm sorry, dearest, truly I am. I wasn't thinking. I forgot
that was your home once. We'll travel there. We'll leave
tomorrow. We have nothing to keep us here. We would
have had to leave soon anyway."
As they were leaving, Nikol pulled shut the castle's
heavy oaken door, made to lock it. Then, abruptly, she
changed her mind. "No," she said, shoving it wide open.
"This home is blessed, as the knight said. Let it shelter
those who come. I have the feeling I will never see it again
anyway."
"Don't speak words of ill omen," Michael warned her.
"It's not an ill omen," Nikol said quietly, looking up at
him with a sad smile. "Our path lies far from here, I
think."
She placed her hand upon the cold stone wall in
final farewell, then the two gathered their meager belongings
and started down the road, heading south.
*****
If they had known how long the journey would take
them, or how hard and dangerous it would be, they would
have never left the castle's walls. They had been
forewarned of terrible destruction farther south, but they
were unprepared for the tremendous changes that had
occurred, not the least of which was a sea where no sea had
been before.
Reaching Caergoth, they were amazed to discover that
the ground had sunk
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