Well this would be my first Eddings Fic. I've been a fan for years but have
spend most of my time writing Star Wars Fanfic. So this is something new.
Please R&R and let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to David and Leigh Eddings. Except for Lily. She's mine! MUWAHHH!!! I promise to dry clean the characters before I return them. ;)
Black Dove
The train thumped quickly down the track as 12-year-old Lilianna sat solemnly gazing out the window. The loud THUMP THUMP…THUMP THUMP of the wheels echoed in her ears, leaving a lasting impression of loneliness. If the circumstances had been different she may have enjoyed this little adventure. Perhaps she would have explored the train. Taken a walk to the diner car, maybe even had a bite to eat, but not this time. This trip just filled her with the same type of melancholy that dominated her entire life. She'd been an orphan for as long as she could remember, and she never felt like she belonged anywhere. I'm sure this place will be no different. She sighed heavily, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the seat. She closed her eyes tightly and squeezed her hands into a taut fist. If I wish hard enough, maybe when I open my eyes I'll be somewhere else. Holding her breath she threw her entire will and prayed to whatever God may exist to take her away, but when she opened her eyes…nothing. She sighed once more and continued to stare.
It may have been an hour later, Lily's eyes began to droop and her head lowered against the window. The train came to one of its frequent stops. She stared at the sand beneath the wheels. Prints…wolf foot prints jumped out at her. That's odd. How many wolves walk next to train tracks? She shrugged the thought off as the train lurched forward.
The Rolling waves of the sea seemed to call to her as she drifted towards her destination. A white flash zoomed past her window, causing her to spring from her seat.
"What was that?" She asked aloud.
No one seemed to notice. Lily took a quick surveillance of the train and sat back in her seat. She absently scratched at her palm and looked intensely outside. Again the white flash. She managed to follow it this time and saw the bird soar up into the air screeching loudly. A white owl? She looked at the seat in front of her, visibly confused. A loud thump emanated from the roof of the train. She looked around to see if anyone was noticing these strange happenings. Nothing.
" I must be losing my mind." She leaned her chair back and closed her eyes. THUNK! The sound snapped her eyes open, instantly alert. They roamed the aisle and seats in front but found nothing. She let her gaze rest on the reflective ceiling and felt her heart beat return to normal. It was in that reflection that she saw him walking down the passageway, black eyes fixated on her. She gripped the armrests tightly, fighting the desperate need to scratch her flaming palm. The man continued his descent, black robes flowing in the artificial breeze of air-conditioning. He felt her terror and fed off it. The itching on her palm grew more severe with each step he took. She sat, terrified and memorized by his stare.
Run!
The voice was like a thunderclap resounding within her mind, forcing her to obey. Without thought she bolted from her chair and fled to the next car. She didn't stop there, not until she got to the last car, and the dark man was ten feet away. Suddenly the train slammed on the breaks and came to a squealing halt. She glanced over her shoulder and saw her pursuer stand and palm the door open. In desperation Lily pulled the "Emergency Door Release" lever and the door swished open. Leaping from the car she barely stopped to pick herself off the ground before she was up and running. She looked over her shoulder just in time to see a wolf knock her attacker to the ground. She kept running when the snowy white owl swooped in front of her.
This way!
She heard even as the creature screeched. Without knowing why she followed. She followed the owl to a nearby wood, and once surrounded by trees she stopped to catch her breath. Lilianna looked to the sky, but the owl was nowhere in site.
A rustling came from the left and Lily whipped around, holding up her fists. A woman emerged from the bushes with thick black hair. Her emerald eyes sparkled in the dim light and her placid smile was disarming. But the most defining feature was the white lock that glowed just above her right brow.
"You should keep moving dear. You'll get cramps if you just stop."
Her voice was like music, soft and calming. Lily couldn't take her eyes away from the mysterious lock. Why did this woman look familiar?
"Did you hear me Lilianna?" The woman asked, crossing her arms.
"I'm sorry what?" Lily shook her head.
"Running dear. You ran a long way, and it's not good for you to stop so quickly, but I suppose it's a little late for that now. You seem to have cooled off enough."
Lily just stared at her in confusion. "Who are you?" She asked, perhaps a bit to testy.
"Polgara Dear, but I'd have thought you would have figured that out by now. I must say I'm a bit disappointed."
Suddenly it all made since. The wolf, the owl, she was Polgara the Sorceress! Lily didn't have time to respond for at that moment a wolf plodded into the clearing.
"It's about time Father. What took you so long?" Polgara scolded even as the shape of the wolf melded away reveling the human, Belgarath.
"Easy Pol. Stopping a train isn't exactly the easiest thing to do."
"It shouldn't have been too hard Father. Not for a mighty sorcerer such as yourself." She grinned wickedly.
"This is not happening!" Lily screamed. "You're even bantering just like in the books!"
"Well of course dear." Polgara responded casually. "I do apologize for my Fathers behavior though. Changing in front of you may have been a bit much."
"Is she ready Pol?" The old man angrily tugged at his beard.
"Patience Father." She walked over to the girl, knelt beside her, and for the first time really studied her face. Polgara felt tears come to her eyes as the memory of her sister flashed before her. The same golden hair cascaded down the young girls back, perfectly matched with her fair skin, but it was the frightened look in her eyes that brought the sorceress back. While they sparkled with the same intense blue that so defined her beloved twin, she knew that that type of fear had never resided within Beldaran. This child had seen and felt more than should ever had been allowed and Polgara's heart flew to her.
"Lilianna, I'm going to ask you to trust me, at least for the time being. Do you think you can do that?"
She spoke soft and convincingly. The question seemed simple enough, but Lily had made a career of never trusting people. She found herself, however; desperately wanting to do so. It was as if she knew if she didn't, her life would cease to have meaning, and so would the hope of finding one. Wordlessly the girl extended her hand and placed it into that of the might sorceress. An audible click resounded within the depths of her mind, and the burning of her palm ceased for the first time since the encounter. Polgara smiled brightly and turned to look at her Father, still clutching the girl's hand.
"Ready Father?"
The sorcerer rolled his eyes skyward in response, and all went black.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to David and Leigh Eddings. Except for Lily. She's mine! MUWAHHH!!! I promise to dry clean the characters before I return them. ;)
Black Dove
The train thumped quickly down the track as 12-year-old Lilianna sat solemnly gazing out the window. The loud THUMP THUMP…THUMP THUMP of the wheels echoed in her ears, leaving a lasting impression of loneliness. If the circumstances had been different she may have enjoyed this little adventure. Perhaps she would have explored the train. Taken a walk to the diner car, maybe even had a bite to eat, but not this time. This trip just filled her with the same type of melancholy that dominated her entire life. She'd been an orphan for as long as she could remember, and she never felt like she belonged anywhere. I'm sure this place will be no different. She sighed heavily, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the seat. She closed her eyes tightly and squeezed her hands into a taut fist. If I wish hard enough, maybe when I open my eyes I'll be somewhere else. Holding her breath she threw her entire will and prayed to whatever God may exist to take her away, but when she opened her eyes…nothing. She sighed once more and continued to stare.
It may have been an hour later, Lily's eyes began to droop and her head lowered against the window. The train came to one of its frequent stops. She stared at the sand beneath the wheels. Prints…wolf foot prints jumped out at her. That's odd. How many wolves walk next to train tracks? She shrugged the thought off as the train lurched forward.
The Rolling waves of the sea seemed to call to her as she drifted towards her destination. A white flash zoomed past her window, causing her to spring from her seat.
"What was that?" She asked aloud.
No one seemed to notice. Lily took a quick surveillance of the train and sat back in her seat. She absently scratched at her palm and looked intensely outside. Again the white flash. She managed to follow it this time and saw the bird soar up into the air screeching loudly. A white owl? She looked at the seat in front of her, visibly confused. A loud thump emanated from the roof of the train. She looked around to see if anyone was noticing these strange happenings. Nothing.
" I must be losing my mind." She leaned her chair back and closed her eyes. THUNK! The sound snapped her eyes open, instantly alert. They roamed the aisle and seats in front but found nothing. She let her gaze rest on the reflective ceiling and felt her heart beat return to normal. It was in that reflection that she saw him walking down the passageway, black eyes fixated on her. She gripped the armrests tightly, fighting the desperate need to scratch her flaming palm. The man continued his descent, black robes flowing in the artificial breeze of air-conditioning. He felt her terror and fed off it. The itching on her palm grew more severe with each step he took. She sat, terrified and memorized by his stare.
Run!
The voice was like a thunderclap resounding within her mind, forcing her to obey. Without thought she bolted from her chair and fled to the next car. She didn't stop there, not until she got to the last car, and the dark man was ten feet away. Suddenly the train slammed on the breaks and came to a squealing halt. She glanced over her shoulder and saw her pursuer stand and palm the door open. In desperation Lily pulled the "Emergency Door Release" lever and the door swished open. Leaping from the car she barely stopped to pick herself off the ground before she was up and running. She looked over her shoulder just in time to see a wolf knock her attacker to the ground. She kept running when the snowy white owl swooped in front of her.
This way!
She heard even as the creature screeched. Without knowing why she followed. She followed the owl to a nearby wood, and once surrounded by trees she stopped to catch her breath. Lilianna looked to the sky, but the owl was nowhere in site.
A rustling came from the left and Lily whipped around, holding up her fists. A woman emerged from the bushes with thick black hair. Her emerald eyes sparkled in the dim light and her placid smile was disarming. But the most defining feature was the white lock that glowed just above her right brow.
"You should keep moving dear. You'll get cramps if you just stop."
Her voice was like music, soft and calming. Lily couldn't take her eyes away from the mysterious lock. Why did this woman look familiar?
"Did you hear me Lilianna?" The woman asked, crossing her arms.
"I'm sorry what?" Lily shook her head.
"Running dear. You ran a long way, and it's not good for you to stop so quickly, but I suppose it's a little late for that now. You seem to have cooled off enough."
Lily just stared at her in confusion. "Who are you?" She asked, perhaps a bit to testy.
"Polgara Dear, but I'd have thought you would have figured that out by now. I must say I'm a bit disappointed."
Suddenly it all made since. The wolf, the owl, she was Polgara the Sorceress! Lily didn't have time to respond for at that moment a wolf plodded into the clearing.
"It's about time Father. What took you so long?" Polgara scolded even as the shape of the wolf melded away reveling the human, Belgarath.
"Easy Pol. Stopping a train isn't exactly the easiest thing to do."
"It shouldn't have been too hard Father. Not for a mighty sorcerer such as yourself." She grinned wickedly.
"This is not happening!" Lily screamed. "You're even bantering just like in the books!"
"Well of course dear." Polgara responded casually. "I do apologize for my Fathers behavior though. Changing in front of you may have been a bit much."
"Is she ready Pol?" The old man angrily tugged at his beard.
"Patience Father." She walked over to the girl, knelt beside her, and for the first time really studied her face. Polgara felt tears come to her eyes as the memory of her sister flashed before her. The same golden hair cascaded down the young girls back, perfectly matched with her fair skin, but it was the frightened look in her eyes that brought the sorceress back. While they sparkled with the same intense blue that so defined her beloved twin, she knew that that type of fear had never resided within Beldaran. This child had seen and felt more than should ever had been allowed and Polgara's heart flew to her.
"Lilianna, I'm going to ask you to trust me, at least for the time being. Do you think you can do that?"
She spoke soft and convincingly. The question seemed simple enough, but Lily had made a career of never trusting people. She found herself, however; desperately wanting to do so. It was as if she knew if she didn't, her life would cease to have meaning, and so would the hope of finding one. Wordlessly the girl extended her hand and placed it into that of the might sorceress. An audible click resounded within the depths of her mind, and the burning of her palm ceased for the first time since the encounter. Polgara smiled brightly and turned to look at her Father, still clutching the girl's hand.
"Ready Father?"
The sorcerer rolled his eyes skyward in response, and all went black.