Is Dark Queen canon? Again, at the end of the book above, Raistlin was protected by his brothers spirit, or something like that. Then I find Raistlin being tortured in the Abyss in the game!
I know there were a lot of third party Krynn books that retconned many of the things that were written in the original trilogies, so the history seems a bit murky.
No. Raistlin was never protected by Caramon. Caramon lived and returned to his own time. He reconciles with Tika and they went on to have 5 kids.
Read the last moments after Caramon escapes the Abyss with Raistlins staff. The Dark Queen is chimping out because she cannot get Raistlins soul or something like that. I can't believe I still remember this! haha
I think that was Raistlin finding redemption and the Gods of Good were shielding him as a reward.
A blast of flame seared Raistlin's flesh. A taloned claw stabbed him in the back. He stumbled, falling to his knees. But he never took his eyes from the Portal, and he saw Caramon, his twins face anguished, take a step forward, toward him!
"Shut it, you fool!" Raistlin shrieked, clenching his fists. "Leave me alone! I don't need you any more! I don't need you!"
And then the light was gone. The Portal slammed shut, and blackness pounced upon him with raging, slathering fury. Talons ripped his flesh, teeth tore through muscle, and crunched bone. Blood flowed from his breast, but it would not take with it his life. He screamed, and he would scream, and he would keep on screaming, unendingly. ...
Something touched him ... a hand.... He clutched at it as it shook him, gently. A voice called, "Raist! Wake up! It was only a dream. Don't be afraid. I won't let them hurt you! Here, watch ... I'll make you laugh."
The dragons coils tightened, crushing out his breath. Glistening black fangs ate his living organs, devoured his heart. Tearing into his body, they sought his soul.
A strong arm encircled him, holding him close. A hand raised, gleaming with silver light, forming childish pictures in the night, and the voice, dimly heard, whispered, "Look, Raist, bunnies. . . ."
He smiled, no longer afraid. Caramon was here.
The pain eased. The dream was driven back. From far away, he heard a wail of bitter disappointment and anger. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. Now he just felt tired, so
very, very tired....
Leaning his head upon his brother's arm, Raistlin closed his eyes and drifted into a dark, dreamless, endless sleep.