The wind blew like a wild animal on the loose in the noon of spring. The
rains had come and
passed, and the cold hardness of the frost gone out of the ground as the suns soft touch
warmed the damp brown fields that lay open to the sky, covered only by a faint green flush as
the first young and sensitive shoots emerged from their winters sleep. In that noon day, off in
the Sea of the Winds, a ship sailed, seeming to be merry in it's own way as it danced in the
crystal blue waves.
On the ship, besides the sailors and Capitan, there were three passengers. One was an old
man, his short beard and hair were iron gray, and his eyes were icy blue. His two daughters,
who were twins, sat in the front deck, looking out and the endless sea.
"Polgara." Said the golden haired beauty beside her twin sister said, not bothering to turn and
look. The sun burned down at them, but they gave it no heed.
Polgara looked over at her sister. "What is it Beldaran?" She touched her raven black hair, her
eyes a dark blue as they looked at the other young girl.
"You are not mad that father chose me?"
Polgara was speechless. "M-mad?" She laughed, I'm GLAD Beldaran!"
"Glad?"
"Yes! I'm not fit for becoming a queen-especially for an old man!"
Beldaran scowled, "Riva is NOT an old man!" Then she added, with a toss of her golden hair,
"And don't talk such nonsense about my future husband!"
Polgara quickly looked away, not wanting her sister to see the tears that flowed into her eyes.
Beldaran looked at her sister, who used to be so ugly and skinny, but was now a young
beautiful young woman, had it not been for the tangled heap of her hair upon her head "Don't
cry, Polgara. For me?" Her own emerald eyes filled up with burning tears, "You'll have father
and Uncle Beldin with you at the Vale When I'm gone..."
Polgara laughed, "Father?" She asked, her voice choked with laughter, "The old man who is so
lazy and annoying that it annoys me?"
"Pol, it doesn't matter. He is our father and nothing can change that. He may be lazy and
annoying, but think of it, he is a very old sorcerer!
Give him some respect and he will return it."
Polgara snuffed, "Respect? Forget it! If I did give it to father, he would think I'd have gone
wrong in the head. It's no use Beldaran, you were and are the only one who keeps everyone
away from each other's throats! Why will you leave us so soon?"
Beldaran lowered her eyes. "Father says so, Pol. And when father says so, then the orders
came from the Prophecy. And I know you and father will come to like each other sooner or
later."
With a start, Beldaran sat up in bed. What an odd dream, she thought. She looked across the
bed and saw her husband, Riva Irongrip. With a gentle hand, she touched her swollen belly,
then she bit her lower lip, and closed her eyes, and saw her sister again.
Polgara.
And father, Belgarath, of course.
A tear ran down her cheek. It took her a moment to realize that she was crying out loud and
that she was pressed against a large muscular chest and thick strong arms were wrapped
around her, pressing her closer. Riva held her near, once in a while, bringing down his lips on
her forehead to ease her.
"I miss them ever so much!" She wept, clutching at Riva. He stroked her hair. It's been two
years since I haven't seen them!" A little after that, she began to doze off when there
suddenly came a loud scream in the hall way, right outside of their apartment.
With a startled cry, Beldaran sat up, and before she was out of bed, Riva had managed to get
his robe and his sword before dashing out of the room, after telling her to stay in the room.
She paced the room, holding her abdomen, feeling something stir inside, then suddenly, a
revolting feeling upset her stomach, she went pale, and with a frown, she turned around and
ran into the other room, but she stopped short, and a startled gasp escaped her throat,
"Zedar!"
Not a sound escaped her throat as Zedar's shadow and body dashed towards her, a snarl upon
him face.
passed, and the cold hardness of the frost gone out of the ground as the suns soft touch
warmed the damp brown fields that lay open to the sky, covered only by a faint green flush as
the first young and sensitive shoots emerged from their winters sleep. In that noon day, off in
the Sea of the Winds, a ship sailed, seeming to be merry in it's own way as it danced in the
crystal blue waves.
On the ship, besides the sailors and Capitan, there were three passengers. One was an old
man, his short beard and hair were iron gray, and his eyes were icy blue. His two daughters,
who were twins, sat in the front deck, looking out and the endless sea.
"Polgara." Said the golden haired beauty beside her twin sister said, not bothering to turn and
look. The sun burned down at them, but they gave it no heed.
Polgara looked over at her sister. "What is it Beldaran?" She touched her raven black hair, her
eyes a dark blue as they looked at the other young girl.
"You are not mad that father chose me?"
Polgara was speechless. "M-mad?" She laughed, I'm GLAD Beldaran!"
"Glad?"
"Yes! I'm not fit for becoming a queen-especially for an old man!"
Beldaran scowled, "Riva is NOT an old man!" Then she added, with a toss of her golden hair,
"And don't talk such nonsense about my future husband!"
Polgara quickly looked away, not wanting her sister to see the tears that flowed into her eyes.
Beldaran looked at her sister, who used to be so ugly and skinny, but was now a young
beautiful young woman, had it not been for the tangled heap of her hair upon her head "Don't
cry, Polgara. For me?" Her own emerald eyes filled up with burning tears, "You'll have father
and Uncle Beldin with you at the Vale When I'm gone..."
Polgara laughed, "Father?" She asked, her voice choked with laughter, "The old man who is so
lazy and annoying that it annoys me?"
"Pol, it doesn't matter. He is our father and nothing can change that. He may be lazy and
annoying, but think of it, he is a very old sorcerer!
Give him some respect and he will return it."
Polgara snuffed, "Respect? Forget it! If I did give it to father, he would think I'd have gone
wrong in the head. It's no use Beldaran, you were and are the only one who keeps everyone
away from each other's throats! Why will you leave us so soon?"
Beldaran lowered her eyes. "Father says so, Pol. And when father says so, then the orders
came from the Prophecy. And I know you and father will come to like each other sooner or
later."
With a start, Beldaran sat up in bed. What an odd dream, she thought. She looked across the
bed and saw her husband, Riva Irongrip. With a gentle hand, she touched her swollen belly,
then she bit her lower lip, and closed her eyes, and saw her sister again.
Polgara.
And father, Belgarath, of course.
A tear ran down her cheek. It took her a moment to realize that she was crying out loud and
that she was pressed against a large muscular chest and thick strong arms were wrapped
around her, pressing her closer. Riva held her near, once in a while, bringing down his lips on
her forehead to ease her.
"I miss them ever so much!" She wept, clutching at Riva. He stroked her hair. It's been two
years since I haven't seen them!" A little after that, she began to doze off when there
suddenly came a loud scream in the hall way, right outside of their apartment.
With a startled cry, Beldaran sat up, and before she was out of bed, Riva had managed to get
his robe and his sword before dashing out of the room, after telling her to stay in the room.
She paced the room, holding her abdomen, feeling something stir inside, then suddenly, a
revolting feeling upset her stomach, she went pale, and with a frown, she turned around and
ran into the other room, but she stopped short, and a startled gasp escaped her throat,
"Zedar!"
Not a sound escaped her throat as Zedar's shadow and body dashed towards her, a snarl upon
him face.
