Dawn
Part one: The Vale
Chapter one
"Polgara!" the words filled her head.
"Yes, Beldaran?"
"Why are you up in a tree?"
"I like this tree"
She heard Beldaran sigh, "You've been up there for a week?"
"You're just now noticing?"
"Just come home Polgara."
Polgara carefully climbed down the tree, brach by brach. Suddenly her footing on the rough bark slipped and she fell. Quickly, she grabbed a small bratch that stopped her from falling completely. Her knee though, had been scrapped. She reached the ground mummbling. She then walked arcross the mile of so to the beautiful tower of rose-colored quartz that was the home of Beldin. Beldin, although ugly and mishapen, was a very special person. Polgara, who was aged fifteen, had spent much of her life with him. Taught in the powers of the will and the word Polgara, herself, was a sorceress.
Beyond that tower, beyond all of the towers, was a small house that belonged to her mother. Beldaran was there now. Her twin sister, calm, beautiful, and sirine. Beldaran was more of a lady than Polgara thought she ever would be.
It was sunset my the time Pogara had walked to the cottage where her sister was waiting. When she entered she found Beldaran sitting, drinking tea. Her glorious blonde hair was highlighted by the glow of the friendly fire in the hearth.
Later that evening Polgara sat thinking, as she did so often, while Beldara worked on stiching.
"I can't believe you where up in that tree for a week." Beldara laughed softly.
Polgara was about to reply when the door to the cottage opened and Belgarath came in.
"Father?" Polgara said, "What a nice supprise."
"I bring news, Pol," he frowned then, "News for you and your sister."
It started with a story. Of years ago when Kal Torak stole Aldur's orb and used it to crack the world in two. The orb though, acting at the hands of one so cruel, flared. Burning the Dard God and making his once beautiful face hidious. He fled then, to the city of endless night and hid Aldur's orb high in a tower of his palace. It was thousands of years later when Belgarath, disiple of Aldur and sorcerer, took the brave man Cherek Bear-Shoulders and his three sons into the city to recapture the orb. Anyone who is not pure of soul shall perish from touching the orb. It is for this reason that the youngest of Cherek's sons, Riva Irongrip removed the orb from Kal Torak's posestion. When Belgarath returned from his quest he found that his goodwife, Poledra, had bore him twin girls. One, he named Beldaran, and the other, who in his sorrow was named Polgara. At the first touch of her fathers hand a single lock of white streaked her dark hair, the sighn of a Sorceress. It was after this that Cherek and his three sons, divided themselves across the land. Riva Irongrip went beyond the Sea of the West taking the orb of Aldur with him.
When the story ended there Polgara asked curiously,"Is that all? It's not a very good ending."
Belgarath shook his head, "That, Polgara, is only the beginning. Riva is still there, and news has reached me that I am to send a daugter to be his wife."
Part one: The Vale
Chapter one
"Polgara!" the words filled her head.
"Yes, Beldaran?"
"Why are you up in a tree?"
"I like this tree"
She heard Beldaran sigh, "You've been up there for a week?"
"You're just now noticing?"
"Just come home Polgara."
Polgara carefully climbed down the tree, brach by brach. Suddenly her footing on the rough bark slipped and she fell. Quickly, she grabbed a small bratch that stopped her from falling completely. Her knee though, had been scrapped. She reached the ground mummbling. She then walked arcross the mile of so to the beautiful tower of rose-colored quartz that was the home of Beldin. Beldin, although ugly and mishapen, was a very special person. Polgara, who was aged fifteen, had spent much of her life with him. Taught in the powers of the will and the word Polgara, herself, was a sorceress.
Beyond that tower, beyond all of the towers, was a small house that belonged to her mother. Beldaran was there now. Her twin sister, calm, beautiful, and sirine. Beldaran was more of a lady than Polgara thought she ever would be.
It was sunset my the time Pogara had walked to the cottage where her sister was waiting. When she entered she found Beldaran sitting, drinking tea. Her glorious blonde hair was highlighted by the glow of the friendly fire in the hearth.
Later that evening Polgara sat thinking, as she did so often, while Beldara worked on stiching.
"I can't believe you where up in that tree for a week." Beldara laughed softly.
Polgara was about to reply when the door to the cottage opened and Belgarath came in.
"Father?" Polgara said, "What a nice supprise."
"I bring news, Pol," he frowned then, "News for you and your sister."
It started with a story. Of years ago when Kal Torak stole Aldur's orb and used it to crack the world in two. The orb though, acting at the hands of one so cruel, flared. Burning the Dard God and making his once beautiful face hidious. He fled then, to the city of endless night and hid Aldur's orb high in a tower of his palace. It was thousands of years later when Belgarath, disiple of Aldur and sorcerer, took the brave man Cherek Bear-Shoulders and his three sons into the city to recapture the orb. Anyone who is not pure of soul shall perish from touching the orb. It is for this reason that the youngest of Cherek's sons, Riva Irongrip removed the orb from Kal Torak's posestion. When Belgarath returned from his quest he found that his goodwife, Poledra, had bore him twin girls. One, he named Beldaran, and the other, who in his sorrow was named Polgara. At the first touch of her fathers hand a single lock of white streaked her dark hair, the sighn of a Sorceress. It was after this that Cherek and his three sons, divided themselves across the land. Riva Irongrip went beyond the Sea of the West taking the orb of Aldur with him.
When the story ended there Polgara asked curiously,"Is that all? It's not a very good ending."
Belgarath shook his head, "That, Polgara, is only the beginning. Riva is still there, and news has reached me that I am to send a daugter to be his wife."