Disclaimer: David Eddings created the characters, I'm not that brilliant.

Summery: I think Garion and the rest still have a story after Korim. Add in some adversary and this might turn out rather well. Garion isn't really supposed to die ever since he's a sorcerer

Part one

Riva

Garion tossed in his bed, he was asleep yet he wasn't. He was at Korim on the brink of oblivion as the Cyradis toppled on the brink of uncertainty. Zandramas was there with his son. For a moment Garion thought it might end differently but Cyradis made the same choice. Relief coursed through Garion as he realized this was a dream.

Garion saw Zandramas disintegrate as she was screaming into the void between the stars. Satisfaction surged through him as he saw the Child of Dark go into nothingness. Something was wrong, Zandramas disappeared completely. It was as if she suddenly popped out of existence. He heard a scream below and felt malice worse than even Torak the God of the Angararks below him. Hideous laughter was coming from underground yet none noticed except Garion.

Garion started awake and he was in his room with his wife and it seemed his son. Geran was tucked underneath Ce'nedra's arm and was sleeping quietly. The boy was getting too big for his tiny mothers arms but he wasn't taller than her yet. Garion had asked Aunt Pol about the fact that he wasn't growing and she had told him that given his mother he wouldn't be too tall. Aunt Pol seemed to like the idea of not having yet another hulking Alorn running around in the vale.

Geran was six years old and two of those had been spent with his Aunt Pol. Garion remembered having to coax Ce'Nedra away from the boy to let him star with his aunt. Geran had enjoyed being around his older than he thought Aunt and down to earth Uncle. Geran had not taken to much interest in sorcery as demonstrated the first time Belgarath had tried to impress him with it. Geran actually started crying, Ce'Nedra had hurried him away afterwards.

Garion then checked in on his little girl Beldaren. His little girl was sleeping soundly in the crib Garion had made for her when she was born. It was a sturdy crib since Durnik had given Garion the directions but it came from Silk's trade empire so you could never be too careful. Garion looked on his sleeping angel and beamed with delight. This was his little girl.

Garion walked down into the hall of the Rivan king and took his great sword from the scabbard on the wall. He pulled the orb off and remembered on the way to the Vale of Aldur when Geran played with it like a common toy.

"It seems that it really is over, even though it's hard to believe. I have children and a Wife and even a kingdom to look after. I don't know why I'm so restless lately, I guess it was that dream," he said looking at the orb. "Well, I guess it's hard to let something go that's dominated you're whole life but like Faldor's farm, I guess this is over you and my adventures."

"It's seems so," said someone from down the hallway, it was Eriond.

"Hello Eriond, what particular reason are you here?" said Garion.

"You're troubled, why?" said Eriond.

"It's nothing I just had a disturbing dream, that's all."

"Cthol Mishrak or Korim?" said Eriond.

"Korim, but this one was different. It all went as it happened but Zandramas didn't die, that Demon Lord that she had the pact with got her."

"That would be disturbing, but Belgarion, it's over, you fought you're side of the fight. The dark prophecy lost and our prophecy is fading. Angarark follows me now along with Zaketh."

"Truly?" said Garion.

"Yes, except-." Eriond's eyes started to open as a dreadful realization came over him.

"What is it?" said Garion.

"A thought I have to go, if you have more questions, go to the vale."

"What?" said Belgarion but Eriond was already gone.