((A/N- Well, time for Installment 5. A new Prophecy for you, and some new yet familiar characters as well. And some fairly earth-shattering revelations on Aidan's part. Some of you who are fond of the leader of the Mallorean Empire may pick up on the near-death scene. Oh dear, I think I said too much. Oh well. Anyways, the disclaimer is on another chapter somewhere, go look it up of you really want to hear that nothing belongs to me except Aidan, her mother, and the CAR. The car is MINE. Hehe ^___^ ))
"How is she? And just where did she come from? You neglected to tell me that, you know."
"She's fine. Now get out of my hair, Old Wolf, I know how to take care of someone. As for where she came from, all I know is she mentioned an 'America' once or twice."
Belgarath grunted. "Well, I've got a bit of news."
Polgara raised an eyebrow. "You've always got news, father."
"This may be fairly earth-shattering, Pol. It appears there's been another division in the Destiny."
"What are you talking about, old man?," she said sharply. "And is this why you want her to go with us to Riva so badly?"
Belgarath looked at his daughter seriously. "Actually, yes it is why, Pol," he said gravely. He thrust a piece of paper into her hand, "Zakath was having religious experiences, and this is what became of it. I didn't think much of it at the time, but now...." He made a helpless gesture.
She read it aloud. "And behold, shall appear the Child of New Light, The One From Elsewhere. That which hath been displaced shall be returned, but in doing so shall cross universes, and must mend them before continuing." She looked up, eyebrow raised. "This is fairly common prophecy, father," she said speculatively.
"Read on, Pol," he urged her. "Down a bit."
"And the one who hath taken in the One from Elsewhere shall find a false comfort in the Prophecy of New Night. Between the two must the Guardian of the Orb choose, and in doing so be binded unto they for all the rest of time. Once this choice hath been made, the Child of New Light shalt take the Knight Protector, the Archer, Guide, Son of the Bear, the Godslayer, the Eternal Man and his daughter, the Man With Two Lives, the Daughters of Sorcery, and The Empty One. Journeying also with them shall be the Daughter of Angarak."
"Should thou choose the Child of New Light, Guardian, guard well the One from Elsewhere, lest they be incapacitated by the rift of mother and child." Polgara looked up at her father shrewdly. "And I suppose Aidan here is the One from Elsewhere, the Son of the Bear is Unrak, and the Daughters of Sorcery the twins? But who is the Daugher of Angarak?"
Belgarath nodded. "To the best of my knowledge. As for the Daughter, no idea. Now, " he said, making his way to the door, "this is getting very tiring.I'm going to go find the ale barrel." He pulled the door shut, cutting off Polgara's scathing lecture. She sighed, looked back to the sleeping girl, and ran a hand through her hair.
"Oh, little one," she mused sadly. "What a heavy burden to lay on such delicate shoulders." She patted her arm and rose to prepare a bath.
~*~
"Oh, come on."
"No! Entirely out of the question."
"Pwease?"
Aidan glared at her two newfound friends, shaking her head adamantly."I don't care if he's your cousin, you're wrong."
Polcirra and Polsara exchanged an amused look. Obviously they were going to have fun with this one.
"Oh, come on, Aidan. He was staring at you the whole time you were getting off Grennik's ship. He didn't even wince when Beldaran took a flying leap at him," coaxed Cirra gently. Sara nodded, blonde hair bobbing.
Their raven haired friend shook her head again. "I don't care. All the boys at home stare at me too."
Sara blinked. "No offense, but why?"
Aidan laughed. "Because they think I'm strange, that's why. In fact -------" Aidan broke off quite suddenly as she began coughing. She clutched at her chest, rocking back and forth, eyes wide. Cirra leapt to her feet.
"Aidan, Aidan, what's wrong?"
"Shush, Cirra!" Sara quickly translocated the three of them to Polgara's room, startling thier mother out of brushing her hair. The sorceress hurried over, face grim as Aidan writhed, breath coming in ragged gasps.
"How quickly did this start?," Polgara asked briskly as she began checking Aidan's pulse.
"Just now," Sara, the cooler-headed of the twins replied. "We were talking, and then she started going into this spasm.Do you have any idea what it is?"
Polgara shook her head grimly. "Cirra, go get your grandfather and cousin. This is going to take a while."
~*~
Floating.
She was floating, slow and free. She did not know who she was; she did not care. All that mattered was this wonderful freedom, this world so empty of constraints.
....Remember....
She did not want to.
.....It is not your time. Get up......
Suddenly, she shot through the tunnel, memories passing in a blur. A baby, born to loving parents. A dark haired man and a golden haired woman held the baby, smiling, standing in a room built with marble...... The memory faded, but then a new scene began. A dark nursery, a baby sleeping. A dark form crept in, and lifted the baby..Supressing a laugh, the form darted out the window.... An explosion, a shot in the dark, light coming back on a quiet street, the baby crying on the doorstep.... A woman came to the door, picked up the child.....
It was her mother.
She remembered, remembered. She was not Aidan Namir, she was Aidan, Aidan on Mallorea. Her mother was not Anita Namir, her mother was Cyradis of Mallorea...
She screamed in pain as something ripped through her mind, no, NO, it hurt so bad!! She writhed as something, something dark, clutched at her mind, threatened to rip it apart with claws blacker than the heart of the Dark.... It was the Dark!!
She resisted, resisted, and finally broke free...... Free!
~*~
"We've got her back!"
"Is she all right?"
"Geran, she's fine. She's pulling through."
Geran looked on at the scene, his hand on Wolf's head, seeking comfort. The scene had not been pretty. The eight of them stood around, each holding thier breath. Polgara the Sorceress, the most beautiful woman in the world. Belgarath the Sorcerer, mightier than any king. Belgarion, King of Riva and the Godslayer. Ce 'Nedra, Queen of the World. Polcirra and Polsara, the Daughters of Sorcery. And Geran, Crown Prince of Riva.
They had all worked furiously to keep her breathing during her seizure, now finally able to take a breath as the girl began to quiet down and breath on her own again. Geran clutched a piece of Wolf's fur tightly, not letting go of the last bit of security he had left.
They all drew in a breath as Aidan's eyes snapped open. She opened her mouth, voice clear and steady.
"I remember."
((WOOHOO! There we go!! Don't mind me, I'm a bit silly tonight. TOO many M&Ms...Anyways, R/R, and tell me what you think!! Love, Duchess.))
"How is she? And just where did she come from? You neglected to tell me that, you know."
"She's fine. Now get out of my hair, Old Wolf, I know how to take care of someone. As for where she came from, all I know is she mentioned an 'America' once or twice."
Belgarath grunted. "Well, I've got a bit of news."
Polgara raised an eyebrow. "You've always got news, father."
"This may be fairly earth-shattering, Pol. It appears there's been another division in the Destiny."
"What are you talking about, old man?," she said sharply. "And is this why you want her to go with us to Riva so badly?"
Belgarath looked at his daughter seriously. "Actually, yes it is why, Pol," he said gravely. He thrust a piece of paper into her hand, "Zakath was having religious experiences, and this is what became of it. I didn't think much of it at the time, but now...." He made a helpless gesture.
She read it aloud. "And behold, shall appear the Child of New Light, The One From Elsewhere. That which hath been displaced shall be returned, but in doing so shall cross universes, and must mend them before continuing." She looked up, eyebrow raised. "This is fairly common prophecy, father," she said speculatively.
"Read on, Pol," he urged her. "Down a bit."
"And the one who hath taken in the One from Elsewhere shall find a false comfort in the Prophecy of New Night. Between the two must the Guardian of the Orb choose, and in doing so be binded unto they for all the rest of time. Once this choice hath been made, the Child of New Light shalt take the Knight Protector, the Archer, Guide, Son of the Bear, the Godslayer, the Eternal Man and his daughter, the Man With Two Lives, the Daughters of Sorcery, and The Empty One. Journeying also with them shall be the Daughter of Angarak."
"Should thou choose the Child of New Light, Guardian, guard well the One from Elsewhere, lest they be incapacitated by the rift of mother and child." Polgara looked up at her father shrewdly. "And I suppose Aidan here is the One from Elsewhere, the Son of the Bear is Unrak, and the Daughters of Sorcery the twins? But who is the Daugher of Angarak?"
Belgarath nodded. "To the best of my knowledge. As for the Daughter, no idea. Now, " he said, making his way to the door, "this is getting very tiring.I'm going to go find the ale barrel." He pulled the door shut, cutting off Polgara's scathing lecture. She sighed, looked back to the sleeping girl, and ran a hand through her hair.
"Oh, little one," she mused sadly. "What a heavy burden to lay on such delicate shoulders." She patted her arm and rose to prepare a bath.
~*~
"Oh, come on."
"No! Entirely out of the question."
"Pwease?"
Aidan glared at her two newfound friends, shaking her head adamantly."I don't care if he's your cousin, you're wrong."
Polcirra and Polsara exchanged an amused look. Obviously they were going to have fun with this one.
"Oh, come on, Aidan. He was staring at you the whole time you were getting off Grennik's ship. He didn't even wince when Beldaran took a flying leap at him," coaxed Cirra gently. Sara nodded, blonde hair bobbing.
Their raven haired friend shook her head again. "I don't care. All the boys at home stare at me too."
Sara blinked. "No offense, but why?"
Aidan laughed. "Because they think I'm strange, that's why. In fact -------" Aidan broke off quite suddenly as she began coughing. She clutched at her chest, rocking back and forth, eyes wide. Cirra leapt to her feet.
"Aidan, Aidan, what's wrong?"
"Shush, Cirra!" Sara quickly translocated the three of them to Polgara's room, startling thier mother out of brushing her hair. The sorceress hurried over, face grim as Aidan writhed, breath coming in ragged gasps.
"How quickly did this start?," Polgara asked briskly as she began checking Aidan's pulse.
"Just now," Sara, the cooler-headed of the twins replied. "We were talking, and then she started going into this spasm.Do you have any idea what it is?"
Polgara shook her head grimly. "Cirra, go get your grandfather and cousin. This is going to take a while."
~*~
Floating.
She was floating, slow and free. She did not know who she was; she did not care. All that mattered was this wonderful freedom, this world so empty of constraints.
....Remember....
She did not want to.
.....It is not your time. Get up......
Suddenly, she shot through the tunnel, memories passing in a blur. A baby, born to loving parents. A dark haired man and a golden haired woman held the baby, smiling, standing in a room built with marble...... The memory faded, but then a new scene began. A dark nursery, a baby sleeping. A dark form crept in, and lifted the baby..Supressing a laugh, the form darted out the window.... An explosion, a shot in the dark, light coming back on a quiet street, the baby crying on the doorstep.... A woman came to the door, picked up the child.....
It was her mother.
She remembered, remembered. She was not Aidan Namir, she was Aidan, Aidan on Mallorea. Her mother was not Anita Namir, her mother was Cyradis of Mallorea...
She screamed in pain as something ripped through her mind, no, NO, it hurt so bad!! She writhed as something, something dark, clutched at her mind, threatened to rip it apart with claws blacker than the heart of the Dark.... It was the Dark!!
She resisted, resisted, and finally broke free...... Free!
~*~
"We've got her back!"
"Is she all right?"
"Geran, she's fine. She's pulling through."
Geran looked on at the scene, his hand on Wolf's head, seeking comfort. The scene had not been pretty. The eight of them stood around, each holding thier breath. Polgara the Sorceress, the most beautiful woman in the world. Belgarath the Sorcerer, mightier than any king. Belgarion, King of Riva and the Godslayer. Ce 'Nedra, Queen of the World. Polcirra and Polsara, the Daughters of Sorcery. And Geran, Crown Prince of Riva.
They had all worked furiously to keep her breathing during her seizure, now finally able to take a breath as the girl began to quiet down and breath on her own again. Geran clutched a piece of Wolf's fur tightly, not letting go of the last bit of security he had left.
They all drew in a breath as Aidan's eyes snapped open. She opened her mouth, voice clear and steady.
"I remember."
((WOOHOO! There we go!! Don't mind me, I'm a bit silly tonight. TOO many M&Ms...Anyways, R/R, and tell me what you think!! Love, Duchess.))
