Riva Irongrip ran out into the hall, his large sword in hand. His guards
all lay at his feet, dead,
with blood pooled around their still bodies.
"Guards!" he yelled. Stepping over a young guards body, he looked around at the empty hall.
Where were the guards?
Turning around, he went up to his bedroom door and tried to open it. It was stuck. "Beldaran!"
He yelled, his strong voice echoing in the empty halls. "Open the door! It's me, Riva!"
No answer...
Frowning, he knocked at the door.
Instead of a reply by his golden haired wife, he heard a muffled scream.
"Beldaran!" he yelled, suddenly frightened for his wife's life. Looking around franticly, he
grabbed a dead guards ax and hacked at the locked door. It seemed to take hours. Sweet
rolled off his forehead and his arms ached. Again, he heard a cry, not muffled this time. In
total panic, Riva hacked, making larger arcs above his head with the ax.
Suddenly he slipped on the blood with his bare feet. The ax went flying out of his hands, and
his palms struck the floor with great force as he tried to save his fall. Sharp pain flowed up his
arms like a lightening strike. Clenching his teeth against the pain, he got back up, dripping in
sticky blood.
Looking up at the locked door, he cried out in protest. All the hacking he had done, was gone.
The wooden door looked newly made, without a mark on it. "Beldaran!" he cried for his wife in
despair.
No reply...
It was to quiet.
The Orb suddenly flashed in his mind, hanging on top of his throne. With a determined sneer,
he ran to his large throne room, and snatched the sword, and ran back to his room. The
guards' bodies were gone, with no trace of them, not even the sticky blood, but what he really
saw was his bedroom door. It was open.
Breathing hard, Riva ran forward, "Beldaran?" he whispered softly as he entered the room.
Silence...
Walking into the room, with his sword ready to strike, he looked around and gasped when he
saw a lock of long golden hair on the floor, looking alive as the moon's radiance shined down
from the open windows. Running forward, he took the lock of hair in his large hand, and
clenched it in anger. "Guards!" he yelled.
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Beldaran, floating in a void so dark and lonely, she seemed to float in it all. Lost in a world of
darkness. But one thought ran across her mind,
"Riva..."
Her eyes were closed, that she guessed, it was hard to tell if she was blinking at all in this
darkness. With a numb hand, she reached up and grabbed her silver amulet that her father,
Belgarath, had made with the help of Aldur. "Help!" she cried- or thought. "Pol! Father! Help!"
Then one last thought danced into her mind.
"No one can save me now.. I'm doomed
with blood pooled around their still bodies.
"Guards!" he yelled. Stepping over a young guards body, he looked around at the empty hall.
Where were the guards?
Turning around, he went up to his bedroom door and tried to open it. It was stuck. "Beldaran!"
He yelled, his strong voice echoing in the empty halls. "Open the door! It's me, Riva!"
No answer...
Frowning, he knocked at the door.
Instead of a reply by his golden haired wife, he heard a muffled scream.
"Beldaran!" he yelled, suddenly frightened for his wife's life. Looking around franticly, he
grabbed a dead guards ax and hacked at the locked door. It seemed to take hours. Sweet
rolled off his forehead and his arms ached. Again, he heard a cry, not muffled this time. In
total panic, Riva hacked, making larger arcs above his head with the ax.
Suddenly he slipped on the blood with his bare feet. The ax went flying out of his hands, and
his palms struck the floor with great force as he tried to save his fall. Sharp pain flowed up his
arms like a lightening strike. Clenching his teeth against the pain, he got back up, dripping in
sticky blood.
Looking up at the locked door, he cried out in protest. All the hacking he had done, was gone.
The wooden door looked newly made, without a mark on it. "Beldaran!" he cried for his wife in
despair.
No reply...
It was to quiet.
The Orb suddenly flashed in his mind, hanging on top of his throne. With a determined sneer,
he ran to his large throne room, and snatched the sword, and ran back to his room. The
guards' bodies were gone, with no trace of them, not even the sticky blood, but what he really
saw was his bedroom door. It was open.
Breathing hard, Riva ran forward, "Beldaran?" he whispered softly as he entered the room.
Silence...
Walking into the room, with his sword ready to strike, he looked around and gasped when he
saw a lock of long golden hair on the floor, looking alive as the moon's radiance shined down
from the open windows. Running forward, he took the lock of hair in his large hand, and
clenched it in anger. "Guards!" he yelled.
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Beldaran, floating in a void so dark and lonely, she seemed to float in it all. Lost in a world of
darkness. But one thought ran across her mind,
"Riva..."
Her eyes were closed, that she guessed, it was hard to tell if she was blinking at all in this
darkness. With a numb hand, she reached up and grabbed her silver amulet that her father,
Belgarath, had made with the help of Aldur. "Help!" she cried- or thought. "Pol! Father! Help!"
Then one last thought danced into her mind.
"No one can save me now.. I'm doomed
