This is a story of Torak's dream during his long sleep after the duel with Brand at Vo Mimbre. Just to let you know, the only character that doesn't belong to me in this story is Torak. Also, I'm gonna start with this quote from Chapter 41 of Belgarath the Sorcerer, written by, as told by Belgarath, a poet named Davoul the Lame, then in the next chapter my own storyline will unfold.

"…and raised he up and pushed his arms even into the sky

and cried out again. And cried he out one last time as he

beheld the jewel which he had name Cthrag Yaska and

which had caused him to be smitten again, and then, as

a tree hewn away at the ground, the Dark God fell, and

the earth resounded with his fall."

I hope you'll enjoy this story!