Disclaimer: See chapter 1. All there.
Author's Note: Nothing much. Lol...I must say though that I have to rewrite the decision to travel by Belgarath and Polgara again, coz I can't use the one in the story...Nope. And anyway, since this story goes differently, I suppose this must be too. Lol, OK, I'm babbling. Thanks to all those who reviewed!
It May Have Been | Chapter 2 | Danger
"I DON'T KNOW!" The words burst out from the Old Wolf's mouth, much harsher than he'd wanted it to be. Pol glared at him, and the look seemed to chip away at some of his Pol-resistance. "Look, Pol, what can I do about it? We've got the boy on our hands, and the last thing I need is to have every Grolim and Murgo after me!"
Pol sat down on the kitchen stool to consider what she had just been told. "We should have seen this coming, father," she sighed. "After all, those strange Murgo's had been pottering around here. Do you think they knew who...who...Garion really is?" It wasn't often Pol sounded so unsure of anything, and Mister Wolf silently chuckled to himself. Good for Pol to eat humble-pie now and then.
"Well, I'm sure they had their suspicions, but no, I don't think they knew for sure," he replied solemnly. "I know who the bloody thief is, but...it's too risky. I can't even think his name, or else he'll be alerted at once. You KNOW this, Pol!" Aunt Pol stood up slowly and turned around to face him.
"Well, then, what do you propose we do?"
Mister Wolf frowned. There were a lot of things to be done, but too little time and too little resources to do them in and with. Also, there was the boy to consider. One false move, and boom! A prophecy would go waste. Which reminded him....
"The Seers and Seeress' at Kell are in uproar. They say that one of the prophecies may go astray..." He glanced at Pol. "That's very..." He paused, for effect. "Strange. No prophecy has ever been wrong, Pol. Not one. Never!"
Pol considered. "Yes...that is strange. Did they say which prophecy, father?"
He shook his head. "No. That's what I hate about it all - too much guesswork!"
"Yes, well, no one ever expected you to have the brains to guess what, father!" Pol snubbed lightly. Mister Wolf flinched.
"If only Beldin were here..."
"Enough about that. We must do something! But...no one except the Royal Line of Riva is allowed to touch the stolen item, father! How did the thief manage it?"
"I dunno. Nice cupcakes, these are!" Mister Wolf munched peacefully on a cupcake.
"FATHER!"
"Oh, alright," He hastily finished the cake. "Well, I'm not too sure about that myself. Pol, we have to leave soon. Very soon. As soon as we can! He's left a hazy sort of trail, but with that Drasnian mole rat's help, and Barak's, I'm sure we can wangle something out."
Pol paled. "But...what about the boy?"
He shrugged. "Bring him along. You know the meetings bound to be sooner or later..."
"But- but, what if he doesn't come?"
"WHAT? Why on Alorns wouldn't he?"
"That imp girl...Zubrette! She's had her eyes on him ever since she could make them, and he fell for it, like the fool he is." Pol spoke bitterly, and Mister Wolf suspected she was holding on to something more than that. However, he let it pass. Just this once.
"She's just a girl, Pol! How hard can it be?"
"A lot harder than you think, Old Wolf. This is Sendaria. The perfect age for settlement is 15, and Zubrette is exactly that. Sendarian girls don't think twice about it. Suppose...Garion should propose? Then what? No, Old Wolf. Right now, Zubrette is the biggest threat. Bigger even than that moronic God."
He frowned. "That...could be hard..."
Aunt Pol nodded vigorously. "Very hard."
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Author's note: Yay! I'm glad this story got a few reviews ^^. Thanks a lot for reviewing u guys! I know Chapter 2 wasn't so interesting, coz it was basically a rewrite of what happened in the book, but things can't proceed without that happening, right? For those of you who are looking for more Garion/Zubrette stuff...waaatch out for the next chapter!
Yes, Ce'Nedra is kinda stuck-up, but I guess she's OK in The Mallorean.
Author's Note: Nothing much. Lol...I must say though that I have to rewrite the decision to travel by Belgarath and Polgara again, coz I can't use the one in the story...Nope. And anyway, since this story goes differently, I suppose this must be too. Lol, OK, I'm babbling. Thanks to all those who reviewed!
It May Have Been | Chapter 2 | Danger
"I DON'T KNOW!" The words burst out from the Old Wolf's mouth, much harsher than he'd wanted it to be. Pol glared at him, and the look seemed to chip away at some of his Pol-resistance. "Look, Pol, what can I do about it? We've got the boy on our hands, and the last thing I need is to have every Grolim and Murgo after me!"
Pol sat down on the kitchen stool to consider what she had just been told. "We should have seen this coming, father," she sighed. "After all, those strange Murgo's had been pottering around here. Do you think they knew who...who...Garion really is?" It wasn't often Pol sounded so unsure of anything, and Mister Wolf silently chuckled to himself. Good for Pol to eat humble-pie now and then.
"Well, I'm sure they had their suspicions, but no, I don't think they knew for sure," he replied solemnly. "I know who the bloody thief is, but...it's too risky. I can't even think his name, or else he'll be alerted at once. You KNOW this, Pol!" Aunt Pol stood up slowly and turned around to face him.
"Well, then, what do you propose we do?"
Mister Wolf frowned. There were a lot of things to be done, but too little time and too little resources to do them in and with. Also, there was the boy to consider. One false move, and boom! A prophecy would go waste. Which reminded him....
"The Seers and Seeress' at Kell are in uproar. They say that one of the prophecies may go astray..." He glanced at Pol. "That's very..." He paused, for effect. "Strange. No prophecy has ever been wrong, Pol. Not one. Never!"
Pol considered. "Yes...that is strange. Did they say which prophecy, father?"
He shook his head. "No. That's what I hate about it all - too much guesswork!"
"Yes, well, no one ever expected you to have the brains to guess what, father!" Pol snubbed lightly. Mister Wolf flinched.
"If only Beldin were here..."
"Enough about that. We must do something! But...no one except the Royal Line of Riva is allowed to touch the stolen item, father! How did the thief manage it?"
"I dunno. Nice cupcakes, these are!" Mister Wolf munched peacefully on a cupcake.
"FATHER!"
"Oh, alright," He hastily finished the cake. "Well, I'm not too sure about that myself. Pol, we have to leave soon. Very soon. As soon as we can! He's left a hazy sort of trail, but with that Drasnian mole rat's help, and Barak's, I'm sure we can wangle something out."
Pol paled. "But...what about the boy?"
He shrugged. "Bring him along. You know the meetings bound to be sooner or later..."
"But- but, what if he doesn't come?"
"WHAT? Why on Alorns wouldn't he?"
"That imp girl...Zubrette! She's had her eyes on him ever since she could make them, and he fell for it, like the fool he is." Pol spoke bitterly, and Mister Wolf suspected she was holding on to something more than that. However, he let it pass. Just this once.
"She's just a girl, Pol! How hard can it be?"
"A lot harder than you think, Old Wolf. This is Sendaria. The perfect age for settlement is 15, and Zubrette is exactly that. Sendarian girls don't think twice about it. Suppose...Garion should propose? Then what? No, Old Wolf. Right now, Zubrette is the biggest threat. Bigger even than that moronic God."
He frowned. "That...could be hard..."
Aunt Pol nodded vigorously. "Very hard."
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Author's note: Yay! I'm glad this story got a few reviews ^^. Thanks a lot for reviewing u guys! I know Chapter 2 wasn't so interesting, coz it was basically a rewrite of what happened in the book, but things can't proceed without that happening, right? For those of you who are looking for more Garion/Zubrette stuff...waaatch out for the next chapter!
Yes, Ce'Nedra is kinda stuck-up, but I guess she's OK in The Mallorean.