((A/N- Well, here we are again. I really cant believe this fic has made it so far. I LOVE YOU GUYS!! It's all because of you guys I even attmepted to take this any further, The reviews are what fuels this, so keep 'em coming!! ^__^ Hehe. Well, love you all, and enjoy!! PS- Disclaimer is on Chap. 2. I looked it up. ^_~ ))
"Remember what, dear?"
They all stared at the sorceress and the girl, not knowing what to expect. Aidan looked back, a new sort of firmness on her face and in her voice. "I remember who I am."
"And who is that, dear?" Polgara regarded her patient, sounding very much like a lawyer to the rest of them. Geran winced at how coolly calm his Aunt Pol seemed. Aidan watched her, her eyes questioning but calm.
"Aidan of Mallorea."
There was a sharp breath in the room, and everyone turned to look at Ce 'Nedra. "Zakath and Cyradis' baby!," she exclaimed. "It's you! I've got to write, right away!" The little queen turned to run off, but her husband caught her first. She struggled as he held her firmly in place, face somber.
"Ce 'Nedra, I think we should hear what Grandfather and Aunt Pol have to say first." Garion looked up at the two, eyes communicating a silent question.
"Just tell Zakath to come to Riva right away, and bring Cyradis," he said shortly, beginning to pace. "This explains it...This explains it all," he muttered. "The abduction from the palace at Mal Zeth, the new Prophecy, why it chose Zakath.... He looked up at Geran sharply, calculatingly, then went back to pacing. "Get the others in here. Now."
~*~
"Off to save the world again? How splendid!"
"Shut up, Silk."
Prince Kheldar flashed the Eternal Man an irrestistable grin. "What's the matter, Belgarath? Don't you like saving the world?," he asked innocently.
Belgarath grunted. "As a matter of fact, no, I don't. So shut up, Silk."
"Whatever you say, Ancient One."
"And drop the Ancient."
"Yes, Ancient One."
"All right, children, enough playing." Polgara entered the room, looking at the assemblage of people in the room. "Where's Zakath and Unrak?," she asked, scanning the faces in the room. "And Velvet, why did you come?"
" Because he did." Velvet jerked a finger at her husband, eyes narrowed. Silk gulped, and then she turned her gaze back to Polgara, expression sunny and cheerful. "Unrak is wherever there's an ale barrel, and Zakath is still out on that ship." Polgara followed the girl's finger out the window, where, sure enough, there was a ship, the Emperor and Empress of Mallorea standing at the prow.
Meanwhile, Aidan stood at a window, watching the Emperor and Empress, the Prince of Riva standing quietly beside her. "Regrets?"
Aidan shook her head. "Not so much regrets... It's just....I've been living a lie my whole life," she said softly, blinking back tears. "There have been so many times I was sure I was never meant to be anything more than an ordinary girl, just another somebody....And now I'm the next Empress of Mallorea..." She shook her head, her blue eyes shading into a grey color.
Geran took a deep breath and put a hand on her shoulder, bracing himself for maybe a slap or a startled exclamation. But none came. Instead, she seemed to relax, mustering up some semblance of courage.
"All right. I think I'm ready."
~*~
"What is it Belgarath?," Zakath snapped. "I told you, I wanted to stay home as much as I can. Ever since Adrian disappeared, I'm done saving the world."
"No, actually you're not." Belgarath stared the Emperor of Mallorea directly in the eye. "You are going to save the world once more, and you are going to get your daughter back."
Zakath choked on his glass of water, accidentally spewing some on the floor. "What do you mean, get her back?," he demanded, eyes wild. "It's been fourteen years. She's gone, and----"
But he was cut short as a beautiful raven-haired girl walked in the room, dressed in a low-cut gown of navy blue. Her eyes were gemstone blue, and her bearing regal. She entered on the arm of the Prince of Riva, her hair freely flowing down her back. Zakath stared.
"Zakath, meet Aidan. Or maybe we should call her Adrian?"
"Father?" The girl's eyes were wide, and her lower lip trembled. Silent communication flashed between the two sets of eyes, wonder and sadness, bitterness and joy. Wordlessly, Zakath opened his arms, and Adrian rushed in, the two finally both feeling as if they were back, back to the way things should be.
Geran watched, his heart doing funny little acrobatics. He might have even laughed, had the muscle not reached his throat.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"" A hand was on his shoulder, and Geran looked at his grandfather. The man seemed suddenly very old and wise, his eyes twinkling in good humor. "Treasure these moments, Geran," he said seriously to the young man. "Life is made up of the little thing. Oh sure," he said, waving his hands, "Saving the world can be an important task, but this is why we do it. For this." He gestured once more the the two embracing figures in the room.
"I think I have another reason, Grandfather," Geran said quietly.
~*~
"May I have this dance?"
Adrian looks up into my face and smiles. "Why certainly," she answers, standing and allowing me to lead her to the dance floor. There's no need for words as we swing out. We aren't even Geran and Adrian anymore. We are just.....we are.
I hold her, and all the world is right. In this slender girl , I could swear, maybe even like Zandramas, all the starry universe is contained within. No, not like Zandramas. She's too pure, too sweet and beautiful. Do I love her? Yes.
She walked into my life but a short time ago, but I've fallen under her spell from the first moment I laid eyes on her. Her crystal blue eyes have ensnared me, brought me under this wave of emotions. I don't care who she is, I love her.
And you know what?
She loves me too.
~*~
"This is surprising."
"Garion, is that all you have to say?"
"Would you rather have me say 'Gee, Zakath, looks like Mallorea and Riva are going to be joined' ?...............You didn't have to choke like that."
"Garion, please. The very idea is likely to send every Alorn into the deep end. What you're suggesting is pure lunacy."
"They don't seem to think so. They're in love. That'll make everything work."
"I hope you're right....Just for the sake of arguement."
"Trust me on this, Zakath. I've got it on the very best authority that love conquers all."
"Oh? Who told you that?"
"Ce'Nedra."
"Ohhh."
((A/N- So, you like? The conversation at the end wasn't even planned, I just had the idea and liked it. So, there you are!! A little fluffy towards the end, I know, and I don't think I sounded too much like Geran. Oh well. We all make mistakes. But, hope you like it!!
Love,
Duchess ))
"Remember what, dear?"
They all stared at the sorceress and the girl, not knowing what to expect. Aidan looked back, a new sort of firmness on her face and in her voice. "I remember who I am."
"And who is that, dear?" Polgara regarded her patient, sounding very much like a lawyer to the rest of them. Geran winced at how coolly calm his Aunt Pol seemed. Aidan watched her, her eyes questioning but calm.
"Aidan of Mallorea."
There was a sharp breath in the room, and everyone turned to look at Ce 'Nedra. "Zakath and Cyradis' baby!," she exclaimed. "It's you! I've got to write, right away!" The little queen turned to run off, but her husband caught her first. She struggled as he held her firmly in place, face somber.
"Ce 'Nedra, I think we should hear what Grandfather and Aunt Pol have to say first." Garion looked up at the two, eyes communicating a silent question.
"Just tell Zakath to come to Riva right away, and bring Cyradis," he said shortly, beginning to pace. "This explains it...This explains it all," he muttered. "The abduction from the palace at Mal Zeth, the new Prophecy, why it chose Zakath.... He looked up at Geran sharply, calculatingly, then went back to pacing. "Get the others in here. Now."
~*~
"Off to save the world again? How splendid!"
"Shut up, Silk."
Prince Kheldar flashed the Eternal Man an irrestistable grin. "What's the matter, Belgarath? Don't you like saving the world?," he asked innocently.
Belgarath grunted. "As a matter of fact, no, I don't. So shut up, Silk."
"Whatever you say, Ancient One."
"And drop the Ancient."
"Yes, Ancient One."
"All right, children, enough playing." Polgara entered the room, looking at the assemblage of people in the room. "Where's Zakath and Unrak?," she asked, scanning the faces in the room. "And Velvet, why did you come?"
" Because he did." Velvet jerked a finger at her husband, eyes narrowed. Silk gulped, and then she turned her gaze back to Polgara, expression sunny and cheerful. "Unrak is wherever there's an ale barrel, and Zakath is still out on that ship." Polgara followed the girl's finger out the window, where, sure enough, there was a ship, the Emperor and Empress of Mallorea standing at the prow.
Meanwhile, Aidan stood at a window, watching the Emperor and Empress, the Prince of Riva standing quietly beside her. "Regrets?"
Aidan shook her head. "Not so much regrets... It's just....I've been living a lie my whole life," she said softly, blinking back tears. "There have been so many times I was sure I was never meant to be anything more than an ordinary girl, just another somebody....And now I'm the next Empress of Mallorea..." She shook her head, her blue eyes shading into a grey color.
Geran took a deep breath and put a hand on her shoulder, bracing himself for maybe a slap or a startled exclamation. But none came. Instead, she seemed to relax, mustering up some semblance of courage.
"All right. I think I'm ready."
~*~
"What is it Belgarath?," Zakath snapped. "I told you, I wanted to stay home as much as I can. Ever since Adrian disappeared, I'm done saving the world."
"No, actually you're not." Belgarath stared the Emperor of Mallorea directly in the eye. "You are going to save the world once more, and you are going to get your daughter back."
Zakath choked on his glass of water, accidentally spewing some on the floor. "What do you mean, get her back?," he demanded, eyes wild. "It's been fourteen years. She's gone, and----"
But he was cut short as a beautiful raven-haired girl walked in the room, dressed in a low-cut gown of navy blue. Her eyes were gemstone blue, and her bearing regal. She entered on the arm of the Prince of Riva, her hair freely flowing down her back. Zakath stared.
"Zakath, meet Aidan. Or maybe we should call her Adrian?"
"Father?" The girl's eyes were wide, and her lower lip trembled. Silent communication flashed between the two sets of eyes, wonder and sadness, bitterness and joy. Wordlessly, Zakath opened his arms, and Adrian rushed in, the two finally both feeling as if they were back, back to the way things should be.
Geran watched, his heart doing funny little acrobatics. He might have even laughed, had the muscle not reached his throat.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"" A hand was on his shoulder, and Geran looked at his grandfather. The man seemed suddenly very old and wise, his eyes twinkling in good humor. "Treasure these moments, Geran," he said seriously to the young man. "Life is made up of the little thing. Oh sure," he said, waving his hands, "Saving the world can be an important task, but this is why we do it. For this." He gestured once more the the two embracing figures in the room.
"I think I have another reason, Grandfather," Geran said quietly.
~*~
"May I have this dance?"
Adrian looks up into my face and smiles. "Why certainly," she answers, standing and allowing me to lead her to the dance floor. There's no need for words as we swing out. We aren't even Geran and Adrian anymore. We are just.....we are.
I hold her, and all the world is right. In this slender girl , I could swear, maybe even like Zandramas, all the starry universe is contained within. No, not like Zandramas. She's too pure, too sweet and beautiful. Do I love her? Yes.
She walked into my life but a short time ago, but I've fallen under her spell from the first moment I laid eyes on her. Her crystal blue eyes have ensnared me, brought me under this wave of emotions. I don't care who she is, I love her.
And you know what?
She loves me too.
~*~
"This is surprising."
"Garion, is that all you have to say?"
"Would you rather have me say 'Gee, Zakath, looks like Mallorea and Riva are going to be joined' ?...............You didn't have to choke like that."
"Garion, please. The very idea is likely to send every Alorn into the deep end. What you're suggesting is pure lunacy."
"They don't seem to think so. They're in love. That'll make everything work."
"I hope you're right....Just for the sake of arguement."
"Trust me on this, Zakath. I've got it on the very best authority that love conquers all."
"Oh? Who told you that?"
"Ce'Nedra."
"Ohhh."
((A/N- So, you like? The conversation at the end wasn't even planned, I just had the idea and liked it. So, there you are!! A little fluffy towards the end, I know, and I don't think I sounded too much like Geran. Oh well. We all make mistakes. But, hope you like it!!
Love,
Duchess ))
