From the pen of King Anheg of Cherek
In the years following the meeting in Korim, the western kingdoms prospered. The lineage of Riva was restored and the Bear Cult was still in collective apoplexy due to his Tolnedran wife. Belar help them if they find out she's part dryad. Life was generally good, and with no pressing reason the companions parted. Silk and that Nadrak pirate Yarblek were robbing the Malloreans blind – not that I'm complaining. Yarblek is the first Angarak I have ever met that I haven't wanted to stick an axe in, and the misfortune of the Malloreans is always good news. My cousin has stayed here in Val Alorn with his family until recently when they went back to Trellheim, so thinks are quiet.
Relg and his fertility machine of a wife, Taiba continue to single handedly repopulate a nation, and at this rate I might just live long enough to see it happen. Belgarion continues to father children, a stark change to the many years before Geran was born. The poor boy is up to his ears in daughters, all of whom love to pull "uncle" Anheg's beard, something Barak should be able to relate to.
With Eriond's ascension to God hood, the Angaraks have been giving us little trouble. I met with Zakath at Mal Zeth last spring, and I actually liked the man. Things aren't all smooth sailing however the Grolim Hierarch at Rak Urga Agachak seems to have united the remaining church of Torak somewhere in Cthol Murgos, and Zakath hasn't been able to locate his stronghold. Ugrit has been co-operating, and it seems the little thief is intent on saving the Murgo race from extinction at Mallorean hands. Agachak can't run forever. Perhaps Belgarion might look into the matter personally.
It seems that I have witnessed all the adventure my life will allow me to enjoy, and I don't regret it one bit. I saw the prophesy fulfilled. These are truly the days to be alive.