((A/N- I know, I know, Im going way too fast!!! but I just want to get this thing chucked out. Im going to re-do it though, when I get it done, so don't worry. This chapter mainly is just Aidan feeling sorry for herself, and not really all that important. The only significant addition is probably the appearance of Polgara and Durnik's twins. Oh well, enough yapping. If you want a disclaimer, its in one of the other chapters. Enjoy!...(or at least try..) ))

Okay, Ce'Nedra just gave me this diary to write in. It's been a week since that feast, and somehow we got to Riva just yesterday. Doesn't a sea trip like this take longer? Oh well, the point is we're in Riva now and Ce'Nedra wants me to write. So I'll please her. Here goes.

This is insane. Oh well.

Dear Diary, (is this what they write??)

What am I doing here? I'm an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life, and a mother who is obsessed with Elvis. I'm in love with rock music and fantasy, and get your normal Bs and Cs. I'm not supposed to be here, saving this world. I'm supposed to be at parties and cramming all night, not going to court and feasting all night.

How did I get here? Well, obviously by that exit. But how did that get there? Can anyone else get through it, or am I and my mother the only ones? And why, of all of my favorite fantasies, why the Belgariad/Mallorean? What's next, the Elenium/Tamuli? Maybe the Redemption of Althalus. My God, I can't believe I'm actually writing this.

Or should I say Gods? I'm so confused about this. Polcirra and Polsara, or Cirra and Sara, have shown me around and come up with a reason for all of this, but it still eludes even them. And they're pretty smart too, being the daughters of Polgara and Durnik. Maybe I'll have to ask Belgarath about it.

And what about mother? She doesn't seem to be adjusting well. She squeaks and jumps anytime someone tries to talk to her, and she locks herself in her chambers more and more. Maybe Lady Polgara will help her. I hope so.

Oh well, it's almost time for the ball. Ce'Nedra is bent on dressing me up like a china doll, and I think I'll let her indulge herself. Oh, am I confused.

Do I want to go home? Well, not really.

But I wish someone could explain this.

Yours Truly Confused,

Aidan Trina Namir.


(So there you have it, Aidan is feeling sorry for herself. Typical teenager, as my mother would say. And I've just been ungroundeded again, so chapters should appear sooner. Oh, and Steph , I'll write a ROA fic for you if you ask nicely enough.:) ))