Polgara sat still.
Like a predetor, watching it's prey.
She sat upon the dragon throne, her arms resting on the arms of the throne calmly. Her
flowing gown of darkness hissed around her, at the hem, it was smoke, slithering
everywhere like a snake. Her raven black hair fell all over her shoulders, pouring down
like silk, and the white lock of her hair changed her dark beauty into something ancient.
Even though her expression was blank, her cold gray eyes laughed into the eyes of her
sister's with her back straight.
Beldaran stood there, looking at Polgara in horror and disbelief.
The Riva Queen was pale; she trembled in her rising anger as her arms were wrapped
around her swollen belly. Her golden hair was a mess, but her emerald eyes held the pride
of a Queen. Polgara, her twin sister, was doing this to her... she was going to ruin her
life...
Polgara was the sorceress of them both, and Beldaran was the Queen.
But now, Polgara wasn't just a sorceress any longer...
She was a Goddess.
Torak's Goddess--
Torak's BRIDE.
It was silent in the hall that they stood in. So heavy was the silence that it raked
Beldaran's mind with screaming question's that needed answer's, and rose the fear in her
heart. In her fear, the child in her womb went stiff, clencing her womb together. It pained
her.
She was in fear, and so was the child.
Looking over to her right, Beldaran saw the advancing Zedar.
He looked so much like her beloved father, that it revolted her to know that a "look-alike"
of Belgarath was going to destroy her unborn child. Her mouth went all dry, the color to
her lips vanished, and the fire in her eyes blazed. Like thunder, her heart beat hard, that
she thought it echoed in the empty hall, and because of her heart, the baby was so stiff of
fear, like it's mother.
She was going to die!
Beldaran knew it...
Her child will die first, and then her. She was going to die with the feeling of loss, hatred,
betrayal, and so much sorrow... Was this her destiny? Was this her end? Was this the end
of the Rivan Queen and the Rivan Heir?
She had to fight.
Beldaran straightened her shoulders, but her arms never left her belly, and stood up
straight. She turned to Zedar in anger and lashed out her arm, a strict finger pointing.
"Take one more step Zedar and I vow right now that your fate will not be pretty!"
Her voice cracked like thunder, and from the corner of her eye, Beldaran noticed Polgara
smile.
Zedar chuckled.
"Fear me Zedar, for i AM the daughter of Belgarath, disciple of Aldur, and if I die-- you
die..."
Zedar still chuckled, but when she had said those words, he had choked.
But he advanced.
So close was he that she smelt his breath upon her face.
Zedar made a fist, and it began to glow like an orange-yellow sun. He stepped closer, as
his arm drew back, for the fatal punch to her womb.
Beldaran jumped back as the glowing fist flew towards her. At last, she called for her
only hope--
"ALDUR!"
A sudden blast of white-blue light pushed Beldaran away on the floor as something
burned.
Beldaran covered her eyes by the wihte fire that blazed so bright, and crouched low upon
her belly protectivly. But she heard something, besides the sizzling lightening fire.
Screams...
The noise was screams...
Then all there was was the sizzeling of the God Aldur...
No more screams...
No whisper..
In sudden fear, Beldaran called out:
"Polgara?"
Like a predetor, watching it's prey.
She sat upon the dragon throne, her arms resting on the arms of the throne calmly. Her
flowing gown of darkness hissed around her, at the hem, it was smoke, slithering
everywhere like a snake. Her raven black hair fell all over her shoulders, pouring down
like silk, and the white lock of her hair changed her dark beauty into something ancient.
Even though her expression was blank, her cold gray eyes laughed into the eyes of her
sister's with her back straight.
Beldaran stood there, looking at Polgara in horror and disbelief.
The Riva Queen was pale; she trembled in her rising anger as her arms were wrapped
around her swollen belly. Her golden hair was a mess, but her emerald eyes held the pride
of a Queen. Polgara, her twin sister, was doing this to her... she was going to ruin her
life...
Polgara was the sorceress of them both, and Beldaran was the Queen.
But now, Polgara wasn't just a sorceress any longer...
She was a Goddess.
Torak's Goddess--
Torak's BRIDE.
It was silent in the hall that they stood in. So heavy was the silence that it raked
Beldaran's mind with screaming question's that needed answer's, and rose the fear in her
heart. In her fear, the child in her womb went stiff, clencing her womb together. It pained
her.
She was in fear, and so was the child.
Looking over to her right, Beldaran saw the advancing Zedar.
He looked so much like her beloved father, that it revolted her to know that a "look-alike"
of Belgarath was going to destroy her unborn child. Her mouth went all dry, the color to
her lips vanished, and the fire in her eyes blazed. Like thunder, her heart beat hard, that
she thought it echoed in the empty hall, and because of her heart, the baby was so stiff of
fear, like it's mother.
She was going to die!
Beldaran knew it...
Her child will die first, and then her. She was going to die with the feeling of loss, hatred,
betrayal, and so much sorrow... Was this her destiny? Was this her end? Was this the end
of the Rivan Queen and the Rivan Heir?
She had to fight.
Beldaran straightened her shoulders, but her arms never left her belly, and stood up
straight. She turned to Zedar in anger and lashed out her arm, a strict finger pointing.
"Take one more step Zedar and I vow right now that your fate will not be pretty!"
Her voice cracked like thunder, and from the corner of her eye, Beldaran noticed Polgara
smile.
Zedar chuckled.
"Fear me Zedar, for i AM the daughter of Belgarath, disciple of Aldur, and if I die-- you
die..."
Zedar still chuckled, but when she had said those words, he had choked.
But he advanced.
So close was he that she smelt his breath upon her face.
Zedar made a fist, and it began to glow like an orange-yellow sun. He stepped closer, as
his arm drew back, for the fatal punch to her womb.
Beldaran jumped back as the glowing fist flew towards her. At last, she called for her
only hope--
"ALDUR!"
A sudden blast of white-blue light pushed Beldaran away on the floor as something
burned.
Beldaran covered her eyes by the wihte fire that blazed so bright, and crouched low upon
her belly protectivly. But she heard something, besides the sizzling lightening fire.
Screams...
The noise was screams...
Then all there was was the sizzeling of the God Aldur...
No more screams...
No whisper..
In sudden fear, Beldaran called out:
"Polgara?"
