The Magic of Krynn

Shaken, the dark elf sank back into his seat, staring at the staff with wide eyes.

'This is yours, Palin, as was promised,' the spectre said, handing the staff to the young mage.

Reaching out, Palin took hold of the staff with a shaking hand. At his touch, the crystal on the top flared into light, blazing with a cool, clear radiance, filling the dark room with a bright, silvery light.

'A gift from the true Master of the Tower. With it,' the spectre added in its chill tones, 'goes his blessing.'

The white eyes lowered in reverence, then they were gone.

Holding the staff in his hand, Palin looked wonder-ingly at his father.

Blinking rapidly, Caramon smiled through his tears. 'Let's go home,' he said quietly, putting his arm around his son.