A/N: I wanted to write a David Eddings fic, but had no idea what, so I just
threw this together. No real plot, just a memory. Please review and tell me
what you think.
--Remembering--
Garion gazed at the city of Riva from the battlements atop the Citadel. Now that the Dark Prophecy had fled forever, life continued in its stately march towards some incomprehensible goal. He had travelled his many journeys over and over again in his mind, recalling the exhilarating feeling of waking up in camp ever day, alive to the feeling of freedom coursing through his blood and the wild life surrounding him.
Some days, here at the citadel, he regretted the loss of such excitement, forced into his mould of Rivan King. The endless requests and complaints from numerous noblemen in the city, the cries of outrage from farmers whose land has been taken by some feuding neighbour. Thinking of his journeys, his mind inevitably hovered on the thought of his travelling companions. He imagined Aunt Pol and Durnik, caring for their twins in Poledra's warm, homey cottage in the Vale of Aldur. He pictured Silk and Velvet, roaming the world in search of greater riches. Barak, living in Cherek with his wife Merel and their beautiful, young daughters. Relg and Taiba, under the care of the no longer-weeping god, Mara, beginning again the legacy of the Marags. He thought of Belgarath, at last peacefully re-united with his wife Poledra, lost all those years under a pledge to the gods. And, of course, there was Eriond. His angelic face floated into Garion's thoughts, bringing with it a soft reassurance of times to come. He had calmly taken on the task of cleansing the Grolim temples of the cursed blood that stained and befouled the altars. Garion sighed, hearing a guard's voice behind him.
"Yes?" Garion said, turning to the armed man behind him.
"Your wife, your Majesty," was the respectful reply. Garion's spirit lifted slightly, seeing his smiling wife come forward from the shadows. She ran to him and embraced him fiercely, unperturbed by the presence of the guard.
"Why don't you come inside, dear? It's terribly cold out here," Ce'Nedra chided. Garion let himself be herded through the Citadel to their apartments. Ce'Nedra had been informing him of her adventure that morning into the city, but Garion's mind was elsewhere. As they entered their rooms, Ce'Nedra turned to him and scowled.
"Did you hear a word of what I was saying, Garion?" she demanded. Garion chuckled at her upturned lip and, unable to resist, scooped her up into a tight hug, and stroked her fiery copper curls. Taken by surprise Ce'Nedra did not speak a word, but looped her arms around her love and held him. As Garion held his wife, he realised that life here in Riva was not so trying. He had a loving family and his many friends visited often. Life had many prospects for Garion, and he was fulfilling its wishes here with those he loved. In the arms of his wife, in a world full of friends, he was content.
A/N: I know you can't review on the plot (cos there aint one) but u could tell me what u think on my style of writing. Be nice and review now :o)
*Hugs* ~ Lady Kala ~
--Remembering--
Garion gazed at the city of Riva from the battlements atop the Citadel. Now that the Dark Prophecy had fled forever, life continued in its stately march towards some incomprehensible goal. He had travelled his many journeys over and over again in his mind, recalling the exhilarating feeling of waking up in camp ever day, alive to the feeling of freedom coursing through his blood and the wild life surrounding him.
Some days, here at the citadel, he regretted the loss of such excitement, forced into his mould of Rivan King. The endless requests and complaints from numerous noblemen in the city, the cries of outrage from farmers whose land has been taken by some feuding neighbour. Thinking of his journeys, his mind inevitably hovered on the thought of his travelling companions. He imagined Aunt Pol and Durnik, caring for their twins in Poledra's warm, homey cottage in the Vale of Aldur. He pictured Silk and Velvet, roaming the world in search of greater riches. Barak, living in Cherek with his wife Merel and their beautiful, young daughters. Relg and Taiba, under the care of the no longer-weeping god, Mara, beginning again the legacy of the Marags. He thought of Belgarath, at last peacefully re-united with his wife Poledra, lost all those years under a pledge to the gods. And, of course, there was Eriond. His angelic face floated into Garion's thoughts, bringing with it a soft reassurance of times to come. He had calmly taken on the task of cleansing the Grolim temples of the cursed blood that stained and befouled the altars. Garion sighed, hearing a guard's voice behind him.
"Yes?" Garion said, turning to the armed man behind him.
"Your wife, your Majesty," was the respectful reply. Garion's spirit lifted slightly, seeing his smiling wife come forward from the shadows. She ran to him and embraced him fiercely, unperturbed by the presence of the guard.
"Why don't you come inside, dear? It's terribly cold out here," Ce'Nedra chided. Garion let himself be herded through the Citadel to their apartments. Ce'Nedra had been informing him of her adventure that morning into the city, but Garion's mind was elsewhere. As they entered their rooms, Ce'Nedra turned to him and scowled.
"Did you hear a word of what I was saying, Garion?" she demanded. Garion chuckled at her upturned lip and, unable to resist, scooped her up into a tight hug, and stroked her fiery copper curls. Taken by surprise Ce'Nedra did not speak a word, but looped her arms around her love and held him. As Garion held his wife, he realised that life here in Riva was not so trying. He had a loving family and his many friends visited often. Life had many prospects for Garion, and he was fulfilling its wishes here with those he loved. In the arms of his wife, in a world full of friends, he was content.
A/N: I know you can't review on the plot (cos there aint one) but u could tell me what u think on my style of writing. Be nice and review now :o)
*Hugs* ~ Lady Kala ~
