Beldaran... And Polgara...

Belgarath frowned in annoyance.

Where were they?

Riva was going frantic, his usual calm attitude was gone, and now he paced the room, back

and forward, he hadn't shaved his jaw for three days, and his eyes shifted everywhere, his

hair a mess. Belgarath had heard the stories, and his mind raced to come to a conclusion.

Beldin, after hearing the news, had transformed into a blue hawk, and had flown away,

without a word.

Belgarath stood in front of a window, lost in thought when a voice, so familiar, so soft and

feminine, whispered next to his ear,

"Everything and everyone has an opposite- who is your opposite, Old Wolf?"

Belgarath spun around, and only found Riva, muttering to himself on a chair, his face in his

hands, "She called for me... for me..and-and I wasn't there!" Belgarath caught him

saying.

Ignoring the muttering King, Belgarath looked around, frantic as Riva, but found no one.

Poledra...

Belgarath threw that out of his thoughts- No! Poledra was dead- she was.gone. NO! No! It

wasn't her.

But what did Aldur tell him when he received the news of her death?

"Do not assume that what other's tell you is the truth, Belgarath; you never know when these

kinds of things come to you."

Belgarath took a deep breath, scratching his beard.

Opposite.

Who was his opposite-

Zedar.

The thought was sudden, but it felt so right.

Of course! It had to be him-unless it was someone he had offended?

Belgarath tried to think of other possibilities but the thought of Zedar always returned.

He had to get to Zedar-but how? And where?

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Beldaran gazed around at the darkness. Or thought she was gazing. It was too dark.

The child in her womb went stiff because of her stress, she felt her self clenched all inside, and

took deep breaths, trying to calm down. It took the child a while to loosen up.

She was so worried, where on earth was she?!

Her heart felt hollow as she thought she heard it, echoing all around her.

"Am I dead?" she said aloud. "Is.is this how life is after death? So.dark.lonely." she felt the

baby stiffen again, and began to calm down. She remembered everything- all her bad

memories.

Polgara, she remembered, had tried to punch their father when they were twelve. In return,

Belgarath had slapped her- not lightly and not hard- but it made Polgara scream and howl at

him-then se ran off to her tree.

Another time, Polgara had broken her comb because Belgarath had locked all the doors so

she couldn't run to her tree or complain to Belding-it had been Poledra's comb. The broken

pieces were still in Belgaath's tower in the Vale.

She remembered Riva complaining because his neck hurt, and he annoyed her so much that

day, driving her into hysteria-one of the first times-and that was when the royal couple had

gotten into their married fight. Fight.... The first real fight she had gotten into was with

Polgara.

Polgara had just gotten in a fight with Belgarath-over not wanting to eat- and, since Beldin

had threatened Polgara not to say anything rude to Belgarath, she had run to their room and

cried on Beldaran's shoulder, but when Beldaran tried to reason with her, Polgara got mad and

had thrown Beldaran's stuff out the window- they had only been five, but it had gotten her so

angry that she remembered it to this day.

Then she remembered Riva running out of the room, and when she saw Zedar, saying some

enchanting words to her as he jumped to take hold of her. it was moments later when she

tried to call to Riva, but had gone unconscious... She had never seen Zedar before but Beldin

had once explained to her and Polgara how he looked-just like their father. How could they

ever forget that? Beldin had hoped they would though.

She began to cry.

Where was she? How will she ever be able to escape this prison?

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Zedar gazed up at the horrifying sleeping form of the God he served, and slightly shivered.

The torches around the cave he had brought the God into made the metal mask glow, and

gave the feeling of death. He was going to die serving Torak, but he didn't mind-or did he?

"My Lord," He said out loud to the enchanted, sleeping God, "I have brought you your bride

and her future foe. Is there anything you wish me to do?" Torak's voice entered his mind:

AWAKE THEM, ZEDAR. MAKE THEM FIGHT-LET ME HEAR MY BRIDE.