Beldaran ran.
She knew she ran slowly, but she did her best.
Where was Polgara?!
What had happened to her?
Tears of desperation rolled down the Queens cheeks. The child in her womb moved and it
pained her, she was in great pain. She hadn't eaten in a while, much less drink anything.
Harsh ragged breaths escaped her throat.
Where was she?
Looking around, she saw only darkness and jagged walls.
Was it a cave? It looked like it.
She still wore her nightgown, from the day she had been kidnapped, and the sheer cloth
chilled her. Her long messy hair fell into her eyes, and made tears pour out faster.
"What's going on?!" cried a voice ahead of her in the darkness.
Beldaran came to a stop and clung to the wall, hoping she hid well with her dark green
nightgown.
"The Goddess has come to her senses it seems. She destroyed Lord Zedar with her
sorcery!" Came another panic-stricken voice.
"Her wrath will be great! We must get out of here before she destroys us all!"
"No!" Came another call, a little further then theses voice that spoke before. "You
pathetic servants! Go and clean something. If anyone leaves, I will cut you slowly with
my blade!"
"Y-yes sir!"
Then the two servants that were speaking ran off.
With horror, Beldaran heard someone walking closer to her.
The person's boots boomed against the floor like thunder, echoing.
She held her breath, hoping her breathing wasn't heard.
Closing her eyes, Beldaran clung to the wall even more. Where was Pol?
The boots came closer, and they came ever so close that a tear of horror rolled out of her
tightly closed eye.
"Ah....." came a harsh voice. "There you are, Beldaran."
Her heart jumped, and her insides turned to ice. Fearfully, she opened her eyes, and saw a
Grolim standing there, looking at her.
Dark black eyes looked into her heart, and she gasped as he came foward for her.
"No....." she whispered.
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Polgara turned around to look at Zedar who had just risen from the dead at Torak's order.
As she watched, the burns and blisters on Zedar's face faded and disappeared. And his
hair and beard that had sizzled away, grew back to what it was once.
He smiled.
"I see you've turned back to the foul lies of Aldur." He sneered.
"Lies?" Polgara said, acidly.
Zedar glanced at her glowing gown.
"What are you wearing?" he asked, frowning at the lightening that came from the hem.
Polgara backed away.
Zedar shivered suddenly, and an evil glint, more evil then usual, came to his eyes.
"POLGARA...." Came Torak's voice through Zedar's lips. "What does Aldur offer you?
Nothing. I offer you glory, Polgara, and I offer you to be a Goddess--- my Bride. Why do
you go to him?" It wasn't a question.
Polgara grasped her amulet for protection, "Oh, Father! Help us!" She whispered.
"Us?" Torak laughed through Zedar, "Ha! I can tell you right now that Beldaran is dead."
Polgara's anger raged like a storm within her.
She turned around and began to run, knowing that Torak would stop her.
And he did.
She suddenly hit an unseen wall and fell to the floor.
Torak/Zedar laughed.
Quickly standing up, she looked at the man possessed by a God, and stood her ground.
The white lock of her hair glowed and her gray eyes pierced the God's forsaken eyes.
With no expression upon Zedar's face, he walked foward, his eyes glowing yellow.
"Fire!" Polgara cried, using her will.
A wall of fire suddenly appeared, separating Polgara Zedar's from body and the God's
spirit.
But he walked through the fire, darkness riding at his shoulders.
Polgara shrunk away and felt the unseen wall behind her, then held her breath.
Zedar's hand slashed out and grabbed Polgara from her hair and he closed his eyes.
"Come to me willingly Polgara! Don't think I cannot force you to!" He ordered.
Coldness closed upon her, and rattled her. All the warmth escaped her and she fell to her
knees.
Then, as she began to slip away, she heard a cry, "Leave my sister alone you foul GOD!"
Has Beldaran come back for her?
Torak laughed.
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Beldaran saw, in horror, as Polgara began to tremble, turn deathly pale, and fall to her
knees. The enchanting gown she wore glowed brighter, as if it knew she were dying. The
Grolim that held her tightly from behind let her go, and without caring, Beldaran ran
foward and cried out to the God in anger.
Torak in Zedar's body threw back his head and laughed, but didn't let Polgara go.
As Beldaran watched in horror, Polgara's eyes pleaded with the God.
He just shook her head with the lock of hair he had in his hand. "Polgara....." He sighed,
looking down at her, "Do not worry. You will die, I will resurrect you, and you will come
back to me with a black heart, and will be mine forever!"
"No!" Beldaran screeched.
Running foward, she stretched her hands out like claws and clenched her teeth.
But as she ran, her eyes flashed to Polgara, and in sudden loss, she saw Polgara fall to the
floor, dead or unconscious, she didn't know. But her gown grew brighter that Zedar
reeled away, and Torak cried out as if in pain.
"Beldaran!" Someone familiar cried from behind.
But Beldaran couldn't take her eyes off of Polgara.
She ran on and didn't stop.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Zedar's eyes open wide, and Torak gasped through
his lips, "NO!"
Falling to her knees before Polgara, Beldaran bent down and cradled her immortal sister's
head in her lap.
She was so cold.
Cold as a grave.
Beldaran knew right then, that Polgara was dead.
She realized she was crying out loud, crying for her sister to awaken.
Looking over, she saw Zedar and her Uncle Beldin fighting, obviously Torak had left,
and she noticed the Grolim that had caught her, lay on the floor, dead, and standing over
his corpse stood Belgarath. They came! But... too late.
Stretching out a hand, she cried, "FATHER! Polgara's dead! Father do something!
Please!"
Belgarath was already looking at them.
And when the words left her lips, he grew pale, and closed his eyes.
How could this happen?
Why did it happen?
The Queen of Riva looked down at her sister, and closed her own eyes. A single tear
rolled down her cheek and fell off her chin, and landed on Polgara's cheekbone.
Then, she prayed upon the Gods for their help, and felt calm, even though her sister lay
dead in her arms.
The moment the tear struck the sorceress, a dry voice in Beldaran's mind whispered,
"Done."
The bright glow of the gown Polgara wore grew brighter, until the glow swallowed
Polgara and Beldaran.
Belgarath shielded his eyes, and when he looked back, there was no one there.
She knew she ran slowly, but she did her best.
Where was Polgara?!
What had happened to her?
Tears of desperation rolled down the Queens cheeks. The child in her womb moved and it
pained her, she was in great pain. She hadn't eaten in a while, much less drink anything.
Harsh ragged breaths escaped her throat.
Where was she?
Looking around, she saw only darkness and jagged walls.
Was it a cave? It looked like it.
She still wore her nightgown, from the day she had been kidnapped, and the sheer cloth
chilled her. Her long messy hair fell into her eyes, and made tears pour out faster.
"What's going on?!" cried a voice ahead of her in the darkness.
Beldaran came to a stop and clung to the wall, hoping she hid well with her dark green
nightgown.
"The Goddess has come to her senses it seems. She destroyed Lord Zedar with her
sorcery!" Came another panic-stricken voice.
"Her wrath will be great! We must get out of here before she destroys us all!"
"No!" Came another call, a little further then theses voice that spoke before. "You
pathetic servants! Go and clean something. If anyone leaves, I will cut you slowly with
my blade!"
"Y-yes sir!"
Then the two servants that were speaking ran off.
With horror, Beldaran heard someone walking closer to her.
The person's boots boomed against the floor like thunder, echoing.
She held her breath, hoping her breathing wasn't heard.
Closing her eyes, Beldaran clung to the wall even more. Where was Pol?
The boots came closer, and they came ever so close that a tear of horror rolled out of her
tightly closed eye.
"Ah....." came a harsh voice. "There you are, Beldaran."
Her heart jumped, and her insides turned to ice. Fearfully, she opened her eyes, and saw a
Grolim standing there, looking at her.
Dark black eyes looked into her heart, and she gasped as he came foward for her.
"No....." she whispered.
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Polgara turned around to look at Zedar who had just risen from the dead at Torak's order.
As she watched, the burns and blisters on Zedar's face faded and disappeared. And his
hair and beard that had sizzled away, grew back to what it was once.
He smiled.
"I see you've turned back to the foul lies of Aldur." He sneered.
"Lies?" Polgara said, acidly.
Zedar glanced at her glowing gown.
"What are you wearing?" he asked, frowning at the lightening that came from the hem.
Polgara backed away.
Zedar shivered suddenly, and an evil glint, more evil then usual, came to his eyes.
"POLGARA...." Came Torak's voice through Zedar's lips. "What does Aldur offer you?
Nothing. I offer you glory, Polgara, and I offer you to be a Goddess--- my Bride. Why do
you go to him?" It wasn't a question.
Polgara grasped her amulet for protection, "Oh, Father! Help us!" She whispered.
"Us?" Torak laughed through Zedar, "Ha! I can tell you right now that Beldaran is dead."
Polgara's anger raged like a storm within her.
She turned around and began to run, knowing that Torak would stop her.
And he did.
She suddenly hit an unseen wall and fell to the floor.
Torak/Zedar laughed.
Quickly standing up, she looked at the man possessed by a God, and stood her ground.
The white lock of her hair glowed and her gray eyes pierced the God's forsaken eyes.
With no expression upon Zedar's face, he walked foward, his eyes glowing yellow.
"Fire!" Polgara cried, using her will.
A wall of fire suddenly appeared, separating Polgara Zedar's from body and the God's
spirit.
But he walked through the fire, darkness riding at his shoulders.
Polgara shrunk away and felt the unseen wall behind her, then held her breath.
Zedar's hand slashed out and grabbed Polgara from her hair and he closed his eyes.
"Come to me willingly Polgara! Don't think I cannot force you to!" He ordered.
Coldness closed upon her, and rattled her. All the warmth escaped her and she fell to her
knees.
Then, as she began to slip away, she heard a cry, "Leave my sister alone you foul GOD!"
Has Beldaran come back for her?
Torak laughed.
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Beldaran saw, in horror, as Polgara began to tremble, turn deathly pale, and fall to her
knees. The enchanting gown she wore glowed brighter, as if it knew she were dying. The
Grolim that held her tightly from behind let her go, and without caring, Beldaran ran
foward and cried out to the God in anger.
Torak in Zedar's body threw back his head and laughed, but didn't let Polgara go.
As Beldaran watched in horror, Polgara's eyes pleaded with the God.
He just shook her head with the lock of hair he had in his hand. "Polgara....." He sighed,
looking down at her, "Do not worry. You will die, I will resurrect you, and you will come
back to me with a black heart, and will be mine forever!"
"No!" Beldaran screeched.
Running foward, she stretched her hands out like claws and clenched her teeth.
But as she ran, her eyes flashed to Polgara, and in sudden loss, she saw Polgara fall to the
floor, dead or unconscious, she didn't know. But her gown grew brighter that Zedar
reeled away, and Torak cried out as if in pain.
"Beldaran!" Someone familiar cried from behind.
But Beldaran couldn't take her eyes off of Polgara.
She ran on and didn't stop.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Zedar's eyes open wide, and Torak gasped through
his lips, "NO!"
Falling to her knees before Polgara, Beldaran bent down and cradled her immortal sister's
head in her lap.
She was so cold.
Cold as a grave.
Beldaran knew right then, that Polgara was dead.
She realized she was crying out loud, crying for her sister to awaken.
Looking over, she saw Zedar and her Uncle Beldin fighting, obviously Torak had left,
and she noticed the Grolim that had caught her, lay on the floor, dead, and standing over
his corpse stood Belgarath. They came! But... too late.
Stretching out a hand, she cried, "FATHER! Polgara's dead! Father do something!
Please!"
Belgarath was already looking at them.
And when the words left her lips, he grew pale, and closed his eyes.
How could this happen?
Why did it happen?
The Queen of Riva looked down at her sister, and closed her own eyes. A single tear
rolled down her cheek and fell off her chin, and landed on Polgara's cheekbone.
Then, she prayed upon the Gods for their help, and felt calm, even though her sister lay
dead in her arms.
The moment the tear struck the sorceress, a dry voice in Beldaran's mind whispered,
"Done."
The bright glow of the gown Polgara wore grew brighter, until the glow swallowed
Polgara and Beldaran.
Belgarath shielded his eyes, and when he looked back, there was no one there.
