Disclaimer: I do not own the Belgariad/Malloreon in any way. I do, however, own the OC and the plot.
Plot: ZakathxOC. After the events of The Place Which is No More; Zakath and Cyradis are not together. While Zakath is heading home, Atesca and Brador by his side, he gets attacked on the roadside.
Zakath rocks with the slow stroll of his horse, looking around him with a bored air. Both Atesca and Brador are on either side of him, neither one talking. They are followed by a good thirty Malloreon legionnaires. There is a small rustling in the trees, upsetting the branches. This should have caught someone's attention, since there is not even a breeze in the Eastern Malloreon air. Suddenly, there is a whizzing sound, and one of the legionnaires tumbles from his horse, clutching at an arrow protruding from his throat. The rest of the legionnaires draw their swords, surrounding Zakath. Atesca shouts orders, his sword flailing. There is a long silence, and then one of the branches in one of the trees snaps, someone tumbling out of it with a curse. The legionnaires swarm the figure, dragging it to its feet and pulling it towards Zakath's horse. The figure is that of a young woman with honey blonde hair softly curling around her shoulders in a small ponytail. She is wearing all black leather fighting gear, and when she looks up, her near-black eyes bore into Zakath's own. Zakath leans back in the saddle, looking at the girl with an almost amused expression. He indifferently points over his shoulder to the dead legionnaire.
"You killed one of my men." The girl stays silent for a moment, then stands up straight. She brushes off the soldiers, and starts to correct her clothing.
"I was aiming for you." Zakath stares at the small girl, which he had now distinguished as Drasnian, and chuckles. Making a small motion with his hand, Atesca picks the girl up, throwing her on the back of the dead soldiers' horse. He then ties her hands to the horn of the saddle, tying the reins to his own horse. All of the legionnaires remount, and they all start of once more. The young woman rides with a straight-backed dignity, and Zakath reins in beside her.
"You seem to know who I am, otherwise you wouldn't have tried to kill me, but I'm at a loss. What would your name be." The girl looks at him, black eyes flashing, and spits on him. Zakath reaches up to his face and wipes her spit away with disgust.
"Well, that went well." He rides back up to Atesca's side. Atesca nods his head in acknowledgment, and they continue their ride.
"If I may say, sir…" he pauses, looking wirily at Zakath, who nods, " I honestly don't think she's a full-blood Drasnian." Zakath looks at him, then smiles a small smile.
"You wouldn't say."
Review, please! This is my first Belgariad/Malloreon fan fiction, so please tell me if there is anything wrong with it! Are the characters too OOC?
~Ryuu