Author note: Hey, this is my first fanfic. Let me know what you think of it! Thanks.
Disclaimer: The following characters do not belong to me: Belgarath, Belgarion, Darion,
Beldaran, Ce'Nedra, Polgara, Silk, Velvet, Durnik, Riddick, Barak, and anyone
else from the Belgarid and Malloreon series that I have forgotten to mention.
Riddick belongs to the creators of Pitch Black, and The Chronicles of Riddick.
'Thoughts'
Narrative
"Speech"
Prologue!
Brown hair, brown eyes
Bare skin, rare eyes
Two different worlds
Two different beginnings
One ending
One is a princess
One is a convict
The Overlord of the West shall have a girl child.
His youngest girl child. His last girl child.
In the year of her 19th birthday, she shall be taken away from the world that she lives in into another one.
There she shall meet a murderer and their two destines will become one.
"No, no, no! I will not let that happen. She will not get involved with a murderer... I forbid it!"
"Garion! None of us like this prophecy, but as you know there is nothing that we can do.
We can't change it."
"But, Grandmother! -" Knock, knock"Sigh! Enter" The door to the room enters and a man dressed formally enters the room.
"Your majesty." Bow Queen "Queen Ce'Nedra wishes to see you."
"Alright... Where is she?"
"In the nursery, Sire."
"Thank-you... You may leave."
"Oh! Right! ... Yes, your majesty!" bows and leaves
"One of the new servants?"
"Yes. I wonder what Darion and the girls are up to."
"Probably just playing outside, somewhere. No need to worry."
"If their playing with Ash, then there is need to worry. Heh, ha, ha."
Garion left his grandmother laughing in her room.
As Garion walked down the many hallways to the library, various people would bow and say "Your majesty" or" Good evening, your majesty" and with a wave of his hand and a "Hello" or "good evening", he would dismiss them to carry on with their lives.
A man with black hair, a face like a rat, a body of an acrobat and figures that any thief would be jealous of, came out of a room near Garion. He was looking disgustingly at a bottle in his hand.
"Don't see how you can stand it, boy. All of the bowing and your majesty's, I know I couldn't."
"Ha, ha, I'm still not use to it even after all these years. Where are you heading to?"
"Ah, yes! I'm going to the city and getting some of the good stuff, all that's here is the stuff that watered down."
"Alright, try not to get too drunk. Velvet wouldn't like you coming back to her bed drunk... Hey, Silk! Do you know where Darion and the girls are?"
"Um...I think that I saw them playing in the south courtyard. They were playing with Ash- Hey! Don't look at me like that!"
"Like what?"
"Like a man who doesn't like who his children are playing with. That's how, with that one eyebrow up. It's not my fault they all get along so well! Ha, ha. Oh! Ce'Nedra is looking for you."
"Yah, I know. I'm on my way."
"Then I shouldn't keep you from your little wife. She seemed rather worried when I saw her and it looked like she was starting to get angry. We all know how she gets when she's angry, it's almost as bad a Polgara, so run along quickly now... Your majesty..."
"I agree. It's hard to get her out when she gets to deep into it. So, I'll see you later, and no need to be sarcastic...Prince Kheldar... Ha, ha, ha." shiver goes up Silk's spine.
"Ha, ha, ha, ya, ya."
Silk watched as the young king continued on his way. He remembered when he first met Garion or as people call him now: Belgarion.
Barak and he were to meet Belgarath the sorcerer and Polgara the sorceress at a certain spot. They were bringing someone with them that Polgara didn't want to leave behind. It was starting to get dark. We heard footsteps and saw Belgarath and Polgara come towards us. I was about to say "Hi", when someone ran into Barak and yelled "Giant!", then run away. Polgara yelled "Garion, come back!" She them told me to run after him and bring him back, so I did. I ran after him, and I found myself thinking that he runs rather fast, like a rabbit. I was getting closer and I could see him running, but not looking back to see if anyone was following him. I laughed out loud when he tripped over a root and fell on his face. I talked to him for a moment and brought him back to the group, where there was light. As soon as we got there, Polgara grabbed him and started to talk to him about who knows what. In the light, I could see that he had sandy blond hair, hazel/brown eyes and was about 5'5". He was skinny, but not an unhealthy skinny. He, also, seemed to be a bit unsure of himself and out of place.
'Looking at him now, I could see that he had definitely grown up and had become surer of himself. Then again, becoming a king and defeating a god would make anyone surer of themselves. That part about seeming out of place, he definitely fits in... Well as much as a king among his servants in his castle can. Still has his sandy hair, and his eyes are the same. His height has changed though. He is now probably an even 6 foot.' He notices the bottle in his hand. 'He needs to get some better stuff.'
In the nursery, a mother with long red, curly hair and green eyes was pacing in front of a cradle while holding a scroll. She was wearing a forest green dress that was made of the type of fabric that she favoured.
"What are we going to do, Aunt Pol? My baby girl getting involved with a murderer! What if he kills her? And where is Garion? What's taking him so long?"
The Aunt Pol in question is also known as Polgara the sorceress. Polgara has long black hair with a streak of white down one side of her face. This streak she has had since she was a baby. She was wearing a purple dress of the same fabric as that of the mother that was pacing.
"Calm down Ce'Nedra. Garion is on his way; he'll be here soon. So, calm down. Try the breathing exercise."
"Ok, Ok."
Inhale...Exhale...Inhale...Exhale...Inhale...Exhale...Inhales a bit too much, face starts to go red...
"Where the hell is Garion!!" Ce'Nedra yelled.
"Ce'Nedra!" exclaimed Polgara.
"Sorry. Umm... So how are your girl's? Are they playing in the south courtyard?"
"The girl's are doing well. I believe that Annie has the Will and the Word, but I 'm not too sure about Abigail. I think that they're playing in the south courtyard with Darion and your girl's. I think that I saw Ash with them as well."
"That's what Silk said, too."
"Garion! What took you so long?" Ce'Nedra exclaimed while she squeezed the breath out of Garion.
"Sorry, I took so long. I was speaking with Grandmother when the messenger found me, then I ran into Silk and we started to talk. So, what's the matter, Ce'Nedra?"
"It's this prophecy, Garion! I don't like it!" Ce'Nedra motioned to the scroll in her hand by waving it around.
"I don't like it either, Ce'Nedra. That's what I was talking to Grandmother about, when the messenger found me. But, just as Grandmother told me, there is nothing that we can do to change it. I wish that there was, I cannot think of any way to change it. I've even asked around and had some people ask around to see if anyone knows of anyway to change a prophecy, but-"
"But, what, Garion?"
"But nothing has been found. Everyone that has been talked to and the books that have been read, nothing has come up."
"What about the orb? Did it make any suggestions?"
"No. I'd say that it's rather quiet about this subject."
Through out this is conversation, Polgara merely sat and watched Garion and his wife, Ce'Nedra, take about a prophecy that no one wanted to come about. Polgara, Belgarath, Durnik, Barak, Silk, Velvet and the rest of their friends, were trying to find a stop to this prophecy, but to no positive end. Everywhere they looked they found a dead end.
Polgara looked up to see that Ce'Nedra was crying in Garion's arms, while Garion tried to comfort and calm her down. Polgara decided that she should lend a hand.
"Oh, Ce'Nedra. I'm sure everything will work out fine." Polgara said with sincerity and compassion in her voice. Garion looked up at his aunt, his face showing how much pain he was in and how much he wanted to burn the prophecy to erase it from existence and from coming true.
She wasn't sure if she would deal with this prophecy as quietly as this, if it were about her girls. She would've, probably have, tried to find the man that wrote the prophecy and have killed him, for writing it and not keeping it to himself or even better not having the vision. But she knew that when someone has a vision, they have no choice but to see it.
"Hey, Aunt Pol. Sorry, but I didn't see you. How are you doing?"
"As well as can be expected. And that is quite alright." A crying came from the cradle, making all heads turn towards the cradle that had a newborn in it. Ce'Nedra walked over to the cradle and picked up the baby and walked back over to the door where Garion and Aunt Pol were. Ce'Nedra then held the child out to Garion to hold onto which he took.
"She's adorable Ce'Nedra. You did a great job, like usual. Beautiful brown eyes and already has some brown peace fuzz on her head." Garion told his wife, smiling.
'Yes, beautiful... Our little Princess. Our youngest girl child. Our Gabrielle.'
Were the thoughts in all of their minds.