ALTERNATIVE ALLEGORY Elminster awoke with the usual pain in his body but before he'd even opened his eyes he knew something was different. He could still remember the struggles of his rich life in Faerûn, but it was like something had invaded those memories like ink spreading to more paper than it should have. He could remember old companions and friends, the Weave, Mystra, the mighty Aumar name... But what was this about a hero with mouse ears? Mickey... Mickey Mouse was his name. His old apprentice. A troublemaker if there ever was one, but one pure of heart. Looking around the room, he now saw everything in a different light- magic was still the Weave, but it was also... light. Light and goodness, hope. Elminster had only ever seen the Weave and its endless bounds, but now he saw that magic could be in all things. More importantly? He knew that it had to be protected from those that did not understand.
((Yenminster lives! Consider this a starter call for this AU, and for now I'll cap it at 3!))


















