Pawn of Prophecy
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with the works of David Eddings. I do however own anything new in this story unless stated otherwise.
Chapter One: The Beginning
"Let us now go apart," Aldur said to Belgarath and Aunt Pol. "your task is well begun, and now I must provide you with that instruction I promised when first I set your steps upon this path. That which was once clouded becomes clearer, and now we can see what lies before us. Let us look toward that day we all awaited and make our preparations"
The three of them moved away from the fire, and it seemed to Garion that, as they went, the glowing nimbus which had surrounded Aldur now enclosed Aunt Pol and his grandfather as well. Some movement or sound distracted his eye for a moment, and when he looked back, the three had vanished.
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A small child, probably between the age of two or three, sat on the stool the nice God had given her to sit on and stay out of trouble. She waited patiently with a yellow bear-like toy with white wings. Suddenly she felt him and someone or someones arrived. Three figures instantly appeared, one whom she recognized immediately. The others were strangers but somehow she know they were trustworthy. The three began to have a discussion in which the child learned to some extent that they were related to her "Uncle".
As soon as the conversion drew to a close the two disciples noticed her presence. Upon their discovery of her appearance, she stood and came forward clutching tightly to her stuffed creature. The child stopped next to the God and stood there almost as if she was an equal. It seemed right.
The old man looked at the girl and with a raised eyebrow, questioned Aldur. "Who is this, Master?"
Aldur looked down at the child who returned the gaze with a smile. Turning back to his disciple, "I am afraid I cannot answer that question, my son," he replied. "This little one is a mystery in and of herself." Aldur ruffled the girl's short pale blond hair.
"Is this what you wished to speak to us about, Master?" the black-haired lady asked. Aldur shook his head. "Nay, Polgara. My father hath recently asked me to send this child to him to Prolgu. Since you are headed in that direction, I must ask if you and Belgarath to deliever her for him."
Polgara looked at the child who smiled and held out her hands to be picked up by the old man. "Up!" Belgarath raised an eyebrow but picked up the girl anyway. Her sky blue eyes gazed at the sorcerer with limitless love and happiness. Suddenly a word or name popped into his head.
"Kerowyn."
Both his God and daughter look at him with confused expressions. "What?" asked Polgara.
"Kerowyn. Her name is Kerowyn."
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AN: Well hoped you liked it. I will write the next chapter sometime in the near future.
Lex-chan
PS-email me if you have any questions or just review
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with the works of David Eddings. I do however own anything new in this story unless stated otherwise.
Chapter One: The Beginning
"Let us now go apart," Aldur said to Belgarath and Aunt Pol. "your task is well begun, and now I must provide you with that instruction I promised when first I set your steps upon this path. That which was once clouded becomes clearer, and now we can see what lies before us. Let us look toward that day we all awaited and make our preparations"
The three of them moved away from the fire, and it seemed to Garion that, as they went, the glowing nimbus which had surrounded Aldur now enclosed Aunt Pol and his grandfather as well. Some movement or sound distracted his eye for a moment, and when he looked back, the three had vanished.
*~*~*~*~*
A small child, probably between the age of two or three, sat on the stool the nice God had given her to sit on and stay out of trouble. She waited patiently with a yellow bear-like toy with white wings. Suddenly she felt him and someone or someones arrived. Three figures instantly appeared, one whom she recognized immediately. The others were strangers but somehow she know they were trustworthy. The three began to have a discussion in which the child learned to some extent that they were related to her "Uncle".
As soon as the conversion drew to a close the two disciples noticed her presence. Upon their discovery of her appearance, she stood and came forward clutching tightly to her stuffed creature. The child stopped next to the God and stood there almost as if she was an equal. It seemed right.
The old man looked at the girl and with a raised eyebrow, questioned Aldur. "Who is this, Master?"
Aldur looked down at the child who returned the gaze with a smile. Turning back to his disciple, "I am afraid I cannot answer that question, my son," he replied. "This little one is a mystery in and of herself." Aldur ruffled the girl's short pale blond hair.
"Is this what you wished to speak to us about, Master?" the black-haired lady asked. Aldur shook his head. "Nay, Polgara. My father hath recently asked me to send this child to him to Prolgu. Since you are headed in that direction, I must ask if you and Belgarath to deliever her for him."
Polgara looked at the child who smiled and held out her hands to be picked up by the old man. "Up!" Belgarath raised an eyebrow but picked up the girl anyway. Her sky blue eyes gazed at the sorcerer with limitless love and happiness. Suddenly a word or name popped into his head.
"Kerowyn."
Both his God and daughter look at him with confused expressions. "What?" asked Polgara.
"Kerowyn. Her name is Kerowyn."
*~*~*~*~*
AN: Well hoped you liked it. I will write the next chapter sometime in the near future.
Lex-chan
PS-email me if you have any questions or just review
