At Least Things Can't Get Any Worse

by Sorceress Of The Fake

Durnik's thoughts about Polgara and his love for her... At his death. NOT A SET OF DRABBLES! Rated T just to be safe. Sorta sad... But don't worry! It truely does get happy! Please review, it really means so much. Authors; you know what I mean. I might be posting a second one. Probably called, " The Man's New Gift," or something!

1. Chapter 1

A/N- A songfic inspired by Florence + The Machine's "Hurricane Drunk." If you have access to this song if you could, please turn it on. It is sorta creepy how well this song fits this story…

Disclaimer: I do not own any lyrics from Florence + The Machine, nor do I own anything from David and Leigh Eddings' collection of wonderful stories.

Durnik's POV

It's hard for me, although no-one knows it. I love Mistress Pol, even though she's reallyPolgara the Sorceress, I suppose. I am quite jealous of this one man, though… I think she's in love with him….. Still. Sometimes, when everyone's in their tents, sleeping and I'm still awake, I hear Polgara crying over someone by the name of Ontrose.

"I'm going out, I'm going to drink myself to death, and in the crowd I 'see' you with someone else, I brace myself, 'cause I know it's going to hurt… But I'd like think at least things can't get any worse…"

That's how I feel. I'm sure Ontrose was a lucky man though. I know her heart belongs to him and him only… Which is why, as I hear who they call Zedar say that Kal Torak willtake Mistress Pol as his bride, I charge him, not really caring anymore, knowing that I never really had any hope and that I had just convinced myself… I could be called 'hurricane drunk' I suppose… Knowing that it's now or never, I initiate a deadlock stance with Zedar.

I hear Mistress Pol trying to reprimand me, but I care not anymore…

"At least things can't get any worse..."

I hear Belgarath yelling, "Get that door open!"

I knock Zedar against a chair, successfully breaking it.

Zedar grabs my head and I know then that I'm 100% dead meat. At least I fought valiantly… I hear the crack as he brings my head up against the cold stone floor.

Immense pain follows. I form the image of Polgara, when we were in Camaar and she was in the beautiful blue velvet dress… If I'm going to die, I would like to see her….

The last things that reach my head are Belgarath roaring, "Zedar!" at the top of his lungs and me thinking, 'Pol deserves someone immortal; maybe I'll even meet Ontrose. And, who knows? Maybe we'll even be the best of… friends.'

Before the world grows dark, and I grow cold…

A/N- So, how was it? Do tell. It means a lot! If it was sad and made you cry or if it just made you feel depressed please tell!

Eternally Black and Blue,

Sorceress Of The Fake