Polgara watched everything from upon her throne.

At the name of Aldur, she wanted to cry out in fear.

She was suddenly frightened.

What had she done?

Why?

Aldur..no! He will kill her for almost ruining the heir of Riva.

She definitely was frightened.

But not because He was going to harm her, but because she was in fear for what she

might do next if he didn't stop her.

She needed to be herself again.

But if she did become herself, how would she ever be able to face her family?

She almost killed her sister!

Tears stung Polgara's pale eyes as she gasped for air.

If she didn't become herself, she would've killed her family, and become another slave of the

Dragon God, Torak.

The white fire suddenly enveloped Zedar, and off to the side, Polgara saw Beldaran suddenly

get pushed out of the way of the fire by an unseen force. As Beldaran hit the floor, she

quickly crouched over her belly, breathing hard.

Polgara suddenly came to herself, out of the fog that had clouded her mind in some odd spell,

and jumped up from the throne as she called out---

"Beldaran!"

But a sudden screaming caught her attention, and noticed it was Zedar burning for what he

had done. But the fire began to blaze brighter that she couldn't see anything. She watched in

horror as the fire of Aldur expanded, reaching out to her.

The coldness radiating from Aldur's anger-filled fire held her in place and in her fear, she stood

there, watching wide eyed.

Polgara felt a sudden tightness in her pores.

Clenching her teeth, she screeched in fear as she fell to her knees.

"Forgive me Aldur! Forgive me!"

She raised her stiff arms up, pleadingly to the heavens above.

No one answered her pleas.

Then suddenly, it was light.

No fire.

No throne.

No darkness.

And no screams.

All there was was light.

Polgara noticed her gown that was once pure black was now the color of the Orb.

So heavenly.

Where she belonged.

The gown swirled with the blue and white colors, as the hem of her gown, still smoking,

seemed to thunder with lightening. Seeming to tell her the mood Aldur was in. Without

knowing why, she felt the silent anger of the God. She quickly looked up again, and saw Aldur.

Polgara ran to him and fell to her knees and bowed her head, right in front of him.

She realized she was crying.

"Forgive me... Please Aldur... I-I didn't know what I was doing..."

"You are still young Polgara..." Quietly said Aldur, "You have much to learn and live.

Now, gather yourself and get up, for you have a sister to save."

Polgara jumped to her feet. "Beldaran!" She gasped, "Where is she?"

"Beldaran is but a Queen to humans, not a sorceress like you. Only immortals can

enter this void of peace."

Only immortals.

The harshness of the fact that she was immortal and Beldaran was mortal crushed at her

aching heart that she felt hot tears swell in her eyes.

"Aldur..." she whispered, "What have I done?"

He said, and did nothing.

Just stared.

She heard his quiet anger, and sighed.

She deserved death.

Not beloved Beldaran.

"Go now, and rescue the Holder of the Orb that is in the womb of your sister Polgara,

and save them quick--" His face and voice went grave, "-- for there is not much time."

Suddenly the light and Aldur vanished.

Was this all he was going to say?

No forgiveness?

Polgara realized she stood in front of the dragon throne, looking at nothing.

She saw Zedar's corpse on the floor, charred by the fire.

But, besides his corpse, everything was gone.

The white-blue fire was gone--

And so was Beldaran...

The sorceress noticed her new gown glowed, giving her the Orb's light in the darkness of

the hall.

"B-Beldaran?"

Her dry throat hurt, but the growing fear for her sister rose.

Where was she?

Polgara ran down the dais, and a sudden voice echoed in her mind.

"ZEDAR! AWAKEN---THE QUEEN IS GETTING AWAY!"----Zedar's charred corpses slightly

moved, in fear, Polgara's eyes bulged----"POLGARA!" Torak's voice cried in her mind.

She realized her mind was still connected to his. Somehow she had to rid herself of the

contact!

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING POLGARA?" Torak called, "YOU ARE MY BRIDE-MY GODDESS!

WHERE ARE-----?"

"NO!" Polgara screeched, cutting him off.

Silence then.

Zedar's corpse moaned.

Eighteen-year-old Polgara screamed.

Lifting her glowing gown, she ran.

"Beldaran?!" She cried.

What answered her was the sound of Zedar standing up.