Chapter 2

Belgarion was holding court with some very important people, in other words, all the royalty around. Oh, and his aunt and uncle in law were there too, making him be extra careful of what he said and did. To top it all of, Ce'Nedra had decided to sit in with fifteen year old Geran and Wolf, and he was also supposed to be setting an example. Just then, he was having a chat with Hetter of Algaria about the market in trading. That is, until.

Until his Grandfather and Grandmother and ten odd teens just decided to fall in. Literally. They landed with a substantial Thump on the ground. Most of them, anyway. Three, namely Hiro-tyre, Aisllin and Myst. They landed on Hetter, Fulrach and (ahem) Geran, respectively.

The first person to actually manage to get to her feet was Eme'Reld. Zorien followed closely, supporting Eme'Reld. Just in case she fell. She brusthed his arm off and shot him a quick smile, while her brows furrowed in confusion. "I thought we asked Belgarath to get us to the Mallorean."

Meanwhile, Ayla and Ara had also just discovered that all of them were wearing clothes suited to that time and were carrying weapons of their choice. In other words, they were carrying weapons that they could use. The three girls were happily comparing their weapons, and having dragged some other random royalty into the fray, were quite joyfully pointing that my weapon was sharper than his, hers was longer, but mine was tougher. The other royals were looking on with some amusement.

The two people who hadn't yet bothered to get up from the floor, namely CB and Raen, had found the other to be of relatively equal intelligence levels, were quite contently discussing the reason the portal worked. Raen personally supported tesseract, or the 5th dimension theory, but CB was more partial to the idea of warp holes.

By far, though, the most interesting discussion was going on between Bamfie and Belgarath. It went along the lines of this:

Bamfie: *smiling* I thought I said in the Mallorean.

Belgarath: *inching away* . -_-

Bamfie: *still smiling* Yes?

Belgarath: *walking away* .-_- ulp.

Bamfie: * still smiling. Evilly.* Yes?

It really didn't help that Bamfie was wearing a Nadrak inspired costume, and that Belgarath's eyes kept going away from where they were *supposed* to be.

Practically everyone else in the hall were either staring with mouths agape, trying to figure out what was going on, or very close to slamming their heads on a wall. By the way, the last one applies to Poledra.

That is, until Belgarion made the stupidest and funniest statement he had ever made in his life. Funny if you weren't Belgarion or the teens.

Moving on.

"Grandfather, Grandmother, who are all these children?"

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Yay! I finished chapter 2. So, how did you all like it? All of those who reviewed are in the fic, so I hope you all are happy. For those who didn't manage to get in, I'm sorry, but I'm not accepting any more. And for the rest of you who say you don't like Murgos, you DID notice I'm half Murgo, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU? Hmph. Some people.

CB, I need a real name, not just two letters. Myst, can you give me a bio? Thanks.

Bamfie, I hope you like your part. If you have your way, you'll probably be. Opps. Shouldn't have said that.

I'm sorry I had to set it after the Mallorean, but my cousin borrowed all my books for a project he's doing, so I can't refer to them now. I hope none of you mind too much.

Love, Raen