Polgara looked up at the tree she had come to love. Her heart raced when
she thought of
climbing it's branches that seemed to reach for the heavens above, but remembered the long
flowing white gown her father had given her after Beldaran had gotten married.
She sighed, and began to walk away from the ancient tree when she heard the birds' protests,
and smiled to herself.
"Maybe another time!" she called back. As she walked towards her father's plain tower, her
neck and arm hairs prickled. She shivered.
"Just the wind..." she whispered to herself, but no wind blew, and it was in the middle of
summer, there was no coldness in the Vale.
Polgara cleared her throat, and walked on, slowly. She squinted her icy blue eyes towards the
tree in the sun, and saw a dark figure dart into the branches. With her beating heart seeming
to climb her throat, she stopped, eyes wide.
"Who's there?" she called, but received no reply. "WIND!" someone cried in the tree branches.
A sudden burst of icy cold wind hit her; pushing her back and making her raven black hair
push back by the fast hard wind. Her amulet at her neck began to burn, and she cried out
when it burned her skin. She closed her eyes. Immediately, she saw long golden hair flash
before her eyes and then she saw emerald eyes, with tears pouring out of them.
"POLGARA!" she heard a cry. The burning amulet became hotter, and the pushing wind wasn't
stopping.
Polgara fell to her knees, realizing it was a cry for help, "Beldaran!" she gasped, "B-B-
Beldaran!" In fresh anger, she climbed to her feet and took hold of her Will, "Stop!" she
ordered. The wind immediately stopped, startling her of the sudden quietness, and the cries of
the birds that flew in the air.
"Come out, sorcerer!" she ordered the person in the trees, "Do not be shy, for it is surely I
you have come for! Come here---NOW!" her firm voice echoed in the fields, and her anger
made her voice hiss like water thrown on fire.
Quietness answered her order.
Not a branch moved in the tree. A large hand suddenly grabbed her throat from behind, and a
cold harsh voice whispered in her ear, "Here I am, witch." A low chuckle escaped her captor's
throat that seemed to rumble.
She reached for her Will.
The man that held her suddenly slapped her on the back of the head, and she fell to the
ground, noticing that she had just bit her tongue.
She looked up at the man, and found out that she didn't know who or what he was, and met
his dark green-eyed gaze. He towered above her, and his red travel stained cloak danced at
his ankles when he bent down to grab the white lock of hair. Pulling her by the hair, he made
her stand up. His smile frightened her.
Again, she reached for her Will, and again he slapped her.
He traced a finger up her back, making her arch slightly, and chuckled once more.
Sudden anger jumped to his face and he kicked Polgara on the side of the stomach.
He then felt a pull.
"Ah!" he cried, then kicked her on the side of her abdomen again, "don't you know I can feel
you try to use your Will?" The man bent down to her, and grabbed her hair.
"Sorry, Polgara," he murmured, "But a man has to fulfill his job." She tried to reach for her
Will, but couldn't grasp it. Her heart raced when she felt him touch her soft neck. Closing her
eyes, she began to weep. Her cries would never reach her father. She closed her eyes as his
fingers bruised her neck and arms (that he grabbed) and felt him tear her cloths with a sharp
knife that he had drawn.
She was only eighteen! She moaned in despair. She grabbed her warm amulet and whispered,
"Beldaran," a tear rolled down her cheek; "Forgive me if I'm to late."
Then she the stranger hurt her. Polgara closed her eyes as she felt his step on her leg with
his boots.
Am I going to die like this? She thought.
"Polgara." she heard a whisper, "help me Polgara."
If anything happened to Beldaran..
She would be ruined!
climbing it's branches that seemed to reach for the heavens above, but remembered the long
flowing white gown her father had given her after Beldaran had gotten married.
She sighed, and began to walk away from the ancient tree when she heard the birds' protests,
and smiled to herself.
"Maybe another time!" she called back. As she walked towards her father's plain tower, her
neck and arm hairs prickled. She shivered.
"Just the wind..." she whispered to herself, but no wind blew, and it was in the middle of
summer, there was no coldness in the Vale.
Polgara cleared her throat, and walked on, slowly. She squinted her icy blue eyes towards the
tree in the sun, and saw a dark figure dart into the branches. With her beating heart seeming
to climb her throat, she stopped, eyes wide.
"Who's there?" she called, but received no reply. "WIND!" someone cried in the tree branches.
A sudden burst of icy cold wind hit her; pushing her back and making her raven black hair
push back by the fast hard wind. Her amulet at her neck began to burn, and she cried out
when it burned her skin. She closed her eyes. Immediately, she saw long golden hair flash
before her eyes and then she saw emerald eyes, with tears pouring out of them.
"POLGARA!" she heard a cry. The burning amulet became hotter, and the pushing wind wasn't
stopping.
Polgara fell to her knees, realizing it was a cry for help, "Beldaran!" she gasped, "B-B-
Beldaran!" In fresh anger, she climbed to her feet and took hold of her Will, "Stop!" she
ordered. The wind immediately stopped, startling her of the sudden quietness, and the cries of
the birds that flew in the air.
"Come out, sorcerer!" she ordered the person in the trees, "Do not be shy, for it is surely I
you have come for! Come here---NOW!" her firm voice echoed in the fields, and her anger
made her voice hiss like water thrown on fire.
Quietness answered her order.
Not a branch moved in the tree. A large hand suddenly grabbed her throat from behind, and a
cold harsh voice whispered in her ear, "Here I am, witch." A low chuckle escaped her captor's
throat that seemed to rumble.
She reached for her Will.
The man that held her suddenly slapped her on the back of the head, and she fell to the
ground, noticing that she had just bit her tongue.
She looked up at the man, and found out that she didn't know who or what he was, and met
his dark green-eyed gaze. He towered above her, and his red travel stained cloak danced at
his ankles when he bent down to grab the white lock of hair. Pulling her by the hair, he made
her stand up. His smile frightened her.
Again, she reached for her Will, and again he slapped her.
He traced a finger up her back, making her arch slightly, and chuckled once more.
Sudden anger jumped to his face and he kicked Polgara on the side of the stomach.
He then felt a pull.
"Ah!" he cried, then kicked her on the side of her abdomen again, "don't you know I can feel
you try to use your Will?" The man bent down to her, and grabbed her hair.
"Sorry, Polgara," he murmured, "But a man has to fulfill his job." She tried to reach for her
Will, but couldn't grasp it. Her heart raced when she felt him touch her soft neck. Closing her
eyes, she began to weep. Her cries would never reach her father. She closed her eyes as his
fingers bruised her neck and arms (that he grabbed) and felt him tear her cloths with a sharp
knife that he had drawn.
She was only eighteen! She moaned in despair. She grabbed her warm amulet and whispered,
"Beldaran," a tear rolled down her cheek; "Forgive me if I'm to late."
Then she the stranger hurt her. Polgara closed her eyes as she felt his step on her leg with
his boots.
Am I going to die like this? She thought.
"Polgara." she heard a whisper, "help me Polgara."
If anything happened to Beldaran..
She would be ruined!
