Disclaimer: nope, I don't own any of the characters or the world. they belong to David Eddings. but the plot is my own.

AN~ This is my first time writing any fics on the Belgariad, so it's not that great. I came up with the idea for the story while reading the short scene between Adara and Hettar in "Enchanter's End Game" and I thought they were rather cute ^_^ I apologize for any mistakes in the facts or in the spelling, but plz r/r!

Under One Sky

Prelude

I've always been lonely all my life. True, I had a clan and a family to take care of me, but being the daughter of the clan chief certainly puts a distance between me and the other girls my age at that time. It was rather hard to make friends and there were no one I could actually talk to inside the family. My father was the chief and he's usually away doing whatever it is that clan chiefs do. My mother was busy with household matters, and although she tried really hard to spend time with me, it was just not enough.

There were always the horses, of course. As an Algar, I felt a natural connection with them. I especially loved tending to the colts and the new born. Stallions were just too rough for me, and mares were....well, mares. But the young ones possessed a playfulness that I'd always envied. They would prance around for hours, constantly butting their curious little faces everywhere, they had such bright, trusting innocent eyes. Usually I would take care of them and sneak them bits of carrots and apples whenever I had some free time. Then I would bring my lessons out onto the grass and did my work there. It gave me a sense of peace and time to think.

It was comforting, in a sense, to be by myself and my own thoughts, but after a while, it gets tedious. I guess what I'm trying to say is that life was pretty boring and predictable. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, not too much anyways. I'm not the type who longed for adventure or wanted to stick a sabre into anyone just for fun. In fact, I liked the peacefulness that surrounded our lifestyle, but still, some part of me had always long for something more. Maybe I just wanted someone to talk to, or maybe I just needed to do something for a change.

I'm not sure what it was, I'm not even very sure of how it all began. All I knew was that one minute I was living a boring but peaceful life, and then slowly, without me knowing...things just became confusing and spun out of control. But in a way, it was something that happened for the better, although it certainly did not seem like it during those times.

My name is Adara, I'm the daughter of a clan chief in Algaria. I was occasionally sent to live in the stronghold or with other larger clans nearby, but the one I spent most time in was Cho Hag's clan, and I guess that was where everything began...

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Murgos. How I hated that word. Just the thought of them makes me want to vomit. I don't know how long I've been holding these feelings for. It seemed like all my life I'd been nurturing these feelings inside of me, letting them grow...replaying the scene of my parents' death until this hatred consumed me. I loved this hatred. I loved the feel of it. The need to fight, and the drive to be the strong predator, instead of the little boy I once was. The child that I had been was weak. That was why my parents were killed. Since that night, I've vowed to never let go of my desire for revenge.

My name is Hettar, son of Chief Cho Hag of Algaria. No, I'm not a ruthless killer. I just happened to hate Murgos that was all. I know that my hatred bothered Cho Hag, and he'd tried to cure me of it many times. Usually I would not mention it at all, I was happy with my life since he had saved me and adopted me as his son, and to spoil it with meaningless talks of revenge would hurt both him and me. Action was more important.

Sometimes I wished that those things had never happened to me. My past experiences had an effect on everything that I did. I wish that I could have grown up without ever having seen the bloodshed, but that would be impossible. As much as I loved my hatred, I felt stained at the same time. It was an uncomfortable feeling that I would push away to the back of my mind. I did not have many friends either, most did not understand my strong emotions under the cold mask I showed to the world. Only my father...my foster father, knew how I felt, and that was enough for me.

The thing that made life easier for me were the horses. They were my soul. Ever since I saw my first horse, I've felt this deep bond with them that surpassed anything I've ever felt before. Over the years, it was this bond with them that had kept me going and ever saved my life in some occasions. They were amazing creatures. But sometimes, somehow, I felt like there was something more I could work for besides Murgos and horses, but it had always been a thought I'd never dwell on. The problem with being an Algar was that our nature gave us too much time for thought, and thoughts would just get out of control. So I chose not to think, but to live and fight, and live...only to fight again.

~That's the beginning, please tell me what you think. Should I continue? or does it sound dumb? PLZ review!