Belgarath
Chapter 1: Enter the Players
Disclaimer: Only the idea belongs to me. Nothing Else.
David Eddings sighed. He had just finished the second installment in his latest series, The Dreamers. It had been a long day. He pushed aside the papers on his desk, and picked up an old letter from Belgarion.
Dear Belgarath,
Ce'Nedra is driving me crazy. What with asking me for food that comes from half way around the world, and it is so terribly inconvenient. I have to go to the next room and will up a platter of the stuff; and she doesn't even finish half of whatever is on the plate.
Aunt Pol and Durnik came to visit, I'm sure you'd like to know. They said you were doing fine, but I'm not really sure. Aunt Pol is now as crotchety as ever, and I pity poor Durnik.
Do send me a letter on how you are doing, Grandfather. I hope to hear from you soon.
Yours truly, Belgarion
He sighed and put the letter away. Ce'Nedra had delivered Geran well, he knew Poledra and Polgara had seen to that. He called to his wife, then in the kitchen. She was walking towards him when the door bell rang.
David Eddings sighed. Not another fan, for Belar's sake. He strolled towards the door, Leigh looking from behind him.
As soon as he opened the door, it crashed inwards. It appeared that the bunch of people outside had been not only knocking, but also leaning and pushing on the door. He only just managed to jump out of the way as the group of teenagers rushed in.
"Hi!" said a short one who looked around 14. "We really really liked the books about Garion and everyone else, we know who you are, and we'd."
A boy finished off for her. "We'd like to get inside there. We'd like to go to Riva, and Algar, and everywhere else."
Another girl chipped in. "In the Mallorean, if you please."
David sighed. Even though he wasn't looking, he could tell his wife's gold eyes were twinkling with amusement. Until they swarmed over her.
"OHMIGOD YOU'RE POLEDRA!!!" "Oh good lord, can you turn into a wolf?" And much more. Her eyes quickly turned a flinty metallic color, as they always did when she was pissed off. She pointed at David, aka Belgarath. "Ask him."
Belgarath sighed again. What did he ever do to deserve this? Suddenly a glowing circle appeared in the middle of the room. The teens gathered around it in apt wonder. With a nod to his wife, they pushed them in, and then followed.
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OK people. I need five of you, give me a review with a description of you and I'll add you in this fic. First come, first serve. Happy reviewing!
For the curious ones, this is mine.
Name: Raen
Age: fourteen
Looks: Short, asian. Shoulder length black hair, usually tied up in a ponytail. Black almond shaped eyes. Is usually wearing rugged jeans and a wrap around shirt. Is hardly ever spotted without a smile on her face.
Personality: Happy! Laughs at everything, can't take life seriously. When faced with a dire situation, most likely to laugh it off. Very optimistic.
Likes: picking pockets and picking locks for real, reading, pissing people out.
Hates: boiled veggie. Ugh.
E-mail: raenlee1987@yahoo.com.sg
Race: Half Chinese half Malay / Half Algar half Murgo. Don't ask.
Profession: Traveler/Thief
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David Eddings sighed. He had just finished the second installment in his latest series, The Dreamers. It had been a long day. He pushed aside the papers on his desk, and picked up an old letter from Belgarion.
Dear Belgarath,
Ce'Nedra is driving me crazy. What with asking me for food that comes from half way around the world, and it is so terribly inconvenient. I have to go to the next room and will up a platter of the stuff; and she doesn't even finish half of whatever is on the plate.
Aunt Pol and Durnik came to visit, I'm sure you'd like to know. They said you were doing fine, but I'm not really sure. Aunt Pol is now as crotchety as ever, and I pity poor Durnik.
Do send me a letter on how you are doing, Grandfather. I hope to hear from you soon.
Yours truly, Belgarion
He sighed and put the letter away. Ce'Nedra had delivered Geran well, he knew Poledra and Polgara had seen to that. He called to his wife, then in the kitchen. She was walking towards him when the door bell rang.
David Eddings sighed. Not another fan, for Belar's sake. He strolled towards the door, Leigh looking from behind him.
As soon as he opened the door, it crashed inwards. It appeared that the bunch of people outside had been not only knocking, but also leaning and pushing on the door. He only just managed to jump out of the way as the group of teenagers rushed in.
"Hi!" said a short one who looked around 14. "We really really liked the books about Garion and everyone else, we know who you are, and we'd."
A boy finished off for her. "We'd like to get inside there. We'd like to go to Riva, and Algar, and everywhere else."
Another girl chipped in. "In the Mallorean, if you please."
David sighed. Even though he wasn't looking, he could tell his wife's gold eyes were twinkling with amusement. Until they swarmed over her.
"OHMIGOD YOU'RE POLEDRA!!!" "Oh good lord, can you turn into a wolf?" And much more. Her eyes quickly turned a flinty metallic color, as they always did when she was pissed off. She pointed at David, aka Belgarath. "Ask him."
Belgarath sighed again. What did he ever do to deserve this? Suddenly a glowing circle appeared in the middle of the room. The teens gathered around it in apt wonder. With a nod to his wife, they pushed them in, and then followed.
--- --- --- --- ---
OK people. I need five of you, give me a review with a description of you and I'll add you in this fic. First come, first serve. Happy reviewing!
For the curious ones, this is mine.
Name: Raen
Age: fourteen
Looks: Short, asian. Shoulder length black hair, usually tied up in a ponytail. Black almond shaped eyes. Is usually wearing rugged jeans and a wrap around shirt. Is hardly ever spotted without a smile on her face.
Personality: Happy! Laughs at everything, can't take life seriously. When faced with a dire situation, most likely to laugh it off. Very optimistic.
Likes: picking pockets and picking locks for real, reading, pissing people out.
Hates: boiled veggie. Ugh.
E-mail: raenlee1987@yahoo.com.sg
Race: Half Chinese half Malay / Half Algar half Murgo. Don't ask.
Profession: Traveler/Thief
Ok! Now click on that little purple button and send me one. *Smiles*
