Chapter 6
A/n: just a note to everyone that I now know Drasnia is north of Algaria.
Zedar's maniacal laughter ceased, and he lifted Polgara's chin harshly with his forefinger. The voice of necessity spoke through. "At last the prophecy shall be fulfilled," the cruel voice boasted, "And you, Polgara, shall be the bride of my instrument. Come to me, for even your most loved ones cannot tell the difference between you and an imposer. Marry me, and together we shall rule the world, and all men and creatures will bow down before us. I will make you queen of the World, second only to me." Polgara shook her head sadly, "After centuries of trying, have you not yet realized that I do not want to rule the world? All I want is a simple life with Durnik, a simple life that I had, which you took!" she screamed with fury. Zedar's eyes captured hers. No, she thought desperately, I can't give in! Go to him. NO! Love him. NO! "You are evil," she said, "You are an apostate, and you are a maniac. But, even with the Necessity on your side, you are not Torak, and you will never have the power of a God." Zedar's overwhelming power shattered and he shook with rage. Her words wound him deep, as she knew they would. He wanted to be a God; wanted it so bad that he believed it himself. A whip came out of nowhere and struck Polgara hard on the back. She collapsed onto a heap and Zedar continued to deliver harsh blows. But Polgara did not feel them. "Pretend to be hurting, and listen to me very carefully," A voice said in her head. "Are-Are you." "Garion's friend" the voice replied. "I have a shield over you. He doesn't know that you can't feel the whip. Your will is not strong enough to overpower his, so don't try to use it unless you want to weaken yourself even more. I want you to fall into a subconscious state and let me take over." A tear trickled down her cheek. "Are they okay?" she had to know. "They will be." The voice assured her. "Now, sleep." Shapeless wonders flowed before her eyes. She seemed to be drifting on a cloud, only vaguely aware of herself talking. While the necessity righted some wrongs, Polgara flew. Ce'Nedra was still sobbing frantically and Poledra was at her side, trying to comfort her. Suddenly she looked up and saw Polgara looking at them. When their eyes met, Poledra was shocked at the look of fear in her daughter's eyes. "Come here," she called out to Belgarath. "Don't bother, Poledra." Polgara's voice rang in her head. She looked over in alarm. "That's right." She said, her voice filled with sick amusement. "I'm not your daughter." "What's going on here?" Belgarath asked from behind. He had hurried at Poledra's call, with Garion and Durnik at his heels. 'Polgara' spun around to face him, her steely eyes flashing. Belgarath glanced between Poledra and 'Polgara' warily. "What is going on here?" he demanded again. Poledra's all-seeing eyes swept over to 'Polgara'. "I think we'd all like to know." She replied. Suddenly, 'Polgara's hand flew out and a knife was hurtling towards Belgarath. Garion stopped it just in time, looking at her in alarm. What happened next to faux Polgara was not pleasant. The combined wills of the men held her in place and subdued her own will while Poledra questioned her intensly, showing a fierceness that none of them had ever suspected from her. "Who are you?" Her first question to the imposter was. "My name is Karachak. I am a Grolim under the eternal service of Zedar." "Grolim?" Garion said in surprise. "I thought Eriond took care of them." Grolims were so prejudiced against that Eriond had renamed all the Grolims who followed him Jerunds. Since the Grolims blindly followed their God, after a period of getting used to this new, kind God, all Grolims had been declared Jerunds. Except, obviously, this one. "I took extreme care to hide from the despicable new Angarak God. I knew in my heart that the true God of Angarak would make his return and seek revenge on those who were unloyal to him. The day is coming when the Dark prophecy shall gain dominion over those of Light. I was abandoned by all my comrades when I told them my belief. I hid in the jungle until, one day, I sensed the presence of the Dark. I searched the world for him and eventually my search led me to Zedar. He told me of the plans he had and instructed me as to how I can help him bring justice to the world." "Justice?!" Belgarath looked uncertain as to whether he should be amused or angry. "Yes, Accursed Disciple of Aldur, justice. Zedar and I are working to bring justice to the world, to right the wrongs that have befallen this world as a result of Eriond. He believes in peace; the only thing that teaches us discipline and keeps us reasonable is violence and war. We must obey our God without a second thought; Eriond is open to suggestions! Ha! As if a God should be taking suggestions as to how to govern his people. He is not fit to be a God any more than Belgarion is to be King." Garion strode forward in rage but was blocked off by Poledra. "Let us hear his whole story first." She said gently, "And then take action." Garion reluctantly nodded and calmed his anger. "Where is Polgara?" "I believe she should be at the Palace right now, under Zedar's strict watch. She will submit to the Dark, and nothing you can do will stop her from doing that. She will take her place as mistress beside the instrument of Dark, as was foreordained at the moment of division. She will love Zedar and serve him until the end of time." Durnik's face was filled with undisguised fury, but he contained his anger and allowed Karachak to continue. "She will take up her place as Mistress of Darkness, not even the Gods will be able to prevent that." He sneered, "You can kill me, but it won't make a difference. Polgara is beyond rescue, and you all will finally get what you deserve." Garion did not see that Belgarath and Beldin were focusing their wills elsewhere. A single word was screamed into the sky, a shout of summoning, a shout for help. "Master!" Karachak's sneer was gone and his eyes looked a bit wild. He obviously had not anticipated this. Aldur appeared amongst them. Though this was not the first time Garion had seen him, he still felt overwhelmed in the presence of a God. "Master," Belgarath said, bowing in respect and love, "Have you heard the Grolim's story?" "I have," Aldur replied in his gentle voice, "And the brotherhood of Gods shalt join with our Father to right this wrong. Fear not, and have the one who is most fit to deal with him." He smiled at Durnik, who, like Belgarath, bowed and turned to face Karachak, whose eyes were literally bulging. "Of course," Beldin said to Belgarath's look of confusion. "He came back to life for Pol - he should be the one to avenge her." Garion felt his friend's will gathering - and suddenly Polgara was standing in place. Her hair was a mess and her eyes red. "He switched them," Beldin said in awe (a/n: does anyone have a better word for this? I wanted something like translocation but I couldn't think of a word.). With a cry Polgara ran and embraced her husband, and Aldur smiled his gentle smile. "How is that possible? To switch people takes more power than all of us in the Vale combined. Unless - " Beldin broke off. He understood that Aldur had helped. "Welcome to the brotherhood, Beldurnik."
A/n: uh.heh heh..i just remembered that Beldin and Vella disappeared and got married..so, um, just pretend that they settled down in Beldin's tower after a few years of flying and that Beldin went to Riva after a fight he had with Vella. The particular cause of the argument will be added into the plot.
A/n: just a note to everyone that I now know Drasnia is north of Algaria.
Zedar's maniacal laughter ceased, and he lifted Polgara's chin harshly with his forefinger. The voice of necessity spoke through. "At last the prophecy shall be fulfilled," the cruel voice boasted, "And you, Polgara, shall be the bride of my instrument. Come to me, for even your most loved ones cannot tell the difference between you and an imposer. Marry me, and together we shall rule the world, and all men and creatures will bow down before us. I will make you queen of the World, second only to me." Polgara shook her head sadly, "After centuries of trying, have you not yet realized that I do not want to rule the world? All I want is a simple life with Durnik, a simple life that I had, which you took!" she screamed with fury. Zedar's eyes captured hers. No, she thought desperately, I can't give in! Go to him. NO! Love him. NO! "You are evil," she said, "You are an apostate, and you are a maniac. But, even with the Necessity on your side, you are not Torak, and you will never have the power of a God." Zedar's overwhelming power shattered and he shook with rage. Her words wound him deep, as she knew they would. He wanted to be a God; wanted it so bad that he believed it himself. A whip came out of nowhere and struck Polgara hard on the back. She collapsed onto a heap and Zedar continued to deliver harsh blows. But Polgara did not feel them. "Pretend to be hurting, and listen to me very carefully," A voice said in her head. "Are-Are you." "Garion's friend" the voice replied. "I have a shield over you. He doesn't know that you can't feel the whip. Your will is not strong enough to overpower his, so don't try to use it unless you want to weaken yourself even more. I want you to fall into a subconscious state and let me take over." A tear trickled down her cheek. "Are they okay?" she had to know. "They will be." The voice assured her. "Now, sleep." Shapeless wonders flowed before her eyes. She seemed to be drifting on a cloud, only vaguely aware of herself talking. While the necessity righted some wrongs, Polgara flew. Ce'Nedra was still sobbing frantically and Poledra was at her side, trying to comfort her. Suddenly she looked up and saw Polgara looking at them. When their eyes met, Poledra was shocked at the look of fear in her daughter's eyes. "Come here," she called out to Belgarath. "Don't bother, Poledra." Polgara's voice rang in her head. She looked over in alarm. "That's right." She said, her voice filled with sick amusement. "I'm not your daughter." "What's going on here?" Belgarath asked from behind. He had hurried at Poledra's call, with Garion and Durnik at his heels. 'Polgara' spun around to face him, her steely eyes flashing. Belgarath glanced between Poledra and 'Polgara' warily. "What is going on here?" he demanded again. Poledra's all-seeing eyes swept over to 'Polgara'. "I think we'd all like to know." She replied. Suddenly, 'Polgara's hand flew out and a knife was hurtling towards Belgarath. Garion stopped it just in time, looking at her in alarm. What happened next to faux Polgara was not pleasant. The combined wills of the men held her in place and subdued her own will while Poledra questioned her intensly, showing a fierceness that none of them had ever suspected from her. "Who are you?" Her first question to the imposter was. "My name is Karachak. I am a Grolim under the eternal service of Zedar." "Grolim?" Garion said in surprise. "I thought Eriond took care of them." Grolims were so prejudiced against that Eriond had renamed all the Grolims who followed him Jerunds. Since the Grolims blindly followed their God, after a period of getting used to this new, kind God, all Grolims had been declared Jerunds. Except, obviously, this one. "I took extreme care to hide from the despicable new Angarak God. I knew in my heart that the true God of Angarak would make his return and seek revenge on those who were unloyal to him. The day is coming when the Dark prophecy shall gain dominion over those of Light. I was abandoned by all my comrades when I told them my belief. I hid in the jungle until, one day, I sensed the presence of the Dark. I searched the world for him and eventually my search led me to Zedar. He told me of the plans he had and instructed me as to how I can help him bring justice to the world." "Justice?!" Belgarath looked uncertain as to whether he should be amused or angry. "Yes, Accursed Disciple of Aldur, justice. Zedar and I are working to bring justice to the world, to right the wrongs that have befallen this world as a result of Eriond. He believes in peace; the only thing that teaches us discipline and keeps us reasonable is violence and war. We must obey our God without a second thought; Eriond is open to suggestions! Ha! As if a God should be taking suggestions as to how to govern his people. He is not fit to be a God any more than Belgarion is to be King." Garion strode forward in rage but was blocked off by Poledra. "Let us hear his whole story first." She said gently, "And then take action." Garion reluctantly nodded and calmed his anger. "Where is Polgara?" "I believe she should be at the Palace right now, under Zedar's strict watch. She will submit to the Dark, and nothing you can do will stop her from doing that. She will take her place as mistress beside the instrument of Dark, as was foreordained at the moment of division. She will love Zedar and serve him until the end of time." Durnik's face was filled with undisguised fury, but he contained his anger and allowed Karachak to continue. "She will take up her place as Mistress of Darkness, not even the Gods will be able to prevent that." He sneered, "You can kill me, but it won't make a difference. Polgara is beyond rescue, and you all will finally get what you deserve." Garion did not see that Belgarath and Beldin were focusing their wills elsewhere. A single word was screamed into the sky, a shout of summoning, a shout for help. "Master!" Karachak's sneer was gone and his eyes looked a bit wild. He obviously had not anticipated this. Aldur appeared amongst them. Though this was not the first time Garion had seen him, he still felt overwhelmed in the presence of a God. "Master," Belgarath said, bowing in respect and love, "Have you heard the Grolim's story?" "I have," Aldur replied in his gentle voice, "And the brotherhood of Gods shalt join with our Father to right this wrong. Fear not, and have the one who is most fit to deal with him." He smiled at Durnik, who, like Belgarath, bowed and turned to face Karachak, whose eyes were literally bulging. "Of course," Beldin said to Belgarath's look of confusion. "He came back to life for Pol - he should be the one to avenge her." Garion felt his friend's will gathering - and suddenly Polgara was standing in place. Her hair was a mess and her eyes red. "He switched them," Beldin said in awe (a/n: does anyone have a better word for this? I wanted something like translocation but I couldn't think of a word.). With a cry Polgara ran and embraced her husband, and Aldur smiled his gentle smile. "How is that possible? To switch people takes more power than all of us in the Vale combined. Unless - " Beldin broke off. He understood that Aldur had helped. "Welcome to the brotherhood, Beldurnik."
A/n: uh.heh heh..i just remembered that Beldin and Vella disappeared and got married..so, um, just pretend that they settled down in Beldin's tower after a few years of flying and that Beldin went to Riva after a fight he had with Vella. The particular cause of the argument will be added into the plot.