Polgara lay in her room, next to Durnik, her beloved husband.

But as she lay, eyes closed, she tried to sleep.

Restless, she tossed around in bed, her hand, leg, or head bumping, and awakening

Durnik. He replied to her movements by snuggling in more into the bed and a little away

from her. His dark eyes had bags under them, for he had worked hard in newly setting up

a beautiful white fence around their cottage in the enchanting Vale.

Polgara, noticing he had moved away, opened her eyes to glare at him but he had turned

completely around, his back towards her. Sighing, she lay and relaxed into her pillow and

closed her eyes.

Finally, her mind seeming to sink into darkness, she fell asleep.

Her sleep was dreamless, and all was finally quiet.

"Polgara!"

In response to the yell, Polgara's eyes flashed open.

Durnik lay sleeping, facing her.

She turned around in bed to look at the door of their bedroom and saw a shadow.

Frowning, she looked closer, blinking the sleep out of her eyes, and saw that there was no

shadow, it was just the other room door across the hall that had her twin sons sleeping in.

Giving out an annoyed sigh, Polgara clutched at the blanket that Durnik lay curled in, and

turned completely around, pulling the blanket off of Durnik and around herself.

Now warm and comfortable, the Sorceress closed her pale eyes and once again, fell

asleep.

No whisper bothered her, for she was now in a deep sleep.

So deep it was that she didn't awaken when Durnik awoke for the morning to see her

sleeping. She didn't even wake up at the wail of her fifteen-year-old sons who wanted

breakfast.

"Polgara!"

Someone called.

So familiar was the voice that she shivered.

When was the last time that beautiful voice had spoken to her?

So sweet was the voice, so familiar, that it made her want to cry.

The voice belonged to her other half, her beloved.

"Polgara!"

The voice called again.

It was closer now, and as the voice paused for her, the floor creaked as the person came

closer, coldness of death following.

Polgara murmured something.

Why was she so sleepy?

As she slept, a sudden flash of something came before her minds eye.

All she saw, or noticed, was the color of blue and the smell of rose blossoms.

"Polgara...." came the voice, next to her ear.

Gasping, Polgara awoke, only to discover she lay alone in her room.

The door burst open and her eldest son, Durain, entered. "Mother!" he moaned, "I'm

hungry!"

"Don't bother me about it." She replied, sitting up.

"What?" Annoyingly cried Coro, Durain's twin, who came walking in.

Polgara then replied, "Go wash dishes, Coro, and Durain, go broom the house"-- and as

they protested (as usual), she added--"and i will go get breakfast ready."

Coro, his pale brown eyes lowered, turned out of the room, his wavy midnight black hair

falling into his eyes. Durain, on the other hand, had his mother's temper. His own pale

brown eyes flashed, and his wet dark hair slightly moved from where he had

slicked it back. Both of them were identical, the only thing that was different about them

was that Durain walked and talked like her beloved Garion, and Coro acted more like

Durnik.

But both her sons had the talent.

Durain, more powerful than Coro, held back on showing how much power he held in his

mind, but Coro, at any chance he got, he used his well taught sorcery, even to wash

dishes.

Polgara frowned when she heard a loud whisper of Coro using his Will.

Then she turned her anger on her son, Durain, "Go, Durain! or you're not going to Riva to

see King Belgarion."

His mouth dropping open, he dashed out of the room.

Shaking her head, Polgara slid out of bed and stood up.

Why was Durain so obsessed with Garion?

Durain went so far as to ask his father to craft him a mighty sword with a stone in the hilt.

After getting dressed, she went into the kitchen and prepared food and set it upon the

table. At her call, Durnik and Durain came into the room. Coro, already sitting down,

looked up and smiled at them, as the dishes washed themselves.

Durain growled at his twin, who frowned at his dirty father.

Durnik had mud all over his face, hands and cloths.

Sheepishly, he smiled at Polgara who shook her head, "Go clean up everyone." Durain

followed Durnik out of the room.

Looking out of the kitchen, Polgara saw the broom working away.

Coro stood to leave as well when a sudden flash of blue appeared before Polgara's eyes.

Coro stopped and turned to his mother, frowning.

"W-what was that, Mother?" He asked, his tanned face full of confusion.

Another flash of blue appeared before their eyes.

All they saw was blue.

Then the blue seemed to shimmer into water.

A scene took place then. And as they watched, the water became an ocean, then the

surface rippled. As they watched, in wonder, the surface rippled until someone began to

emerge out of the water. A head, baring long golden hair came out, face down, with a

gold crown upon the head. Then the body came, wearing blue robes. Dripping with water,

the figure hovered over the water.

With a flash, the woman looked up with emerald eyes.

The vision faded and as it did, someone, next to their ears sighed, "Beware..."

Polgara gasped.

That face.... so much like hers...

.... Beldaran....?

Coro looked at his mother, looking for answers.

Smiling, Polgara said, "Did you like it?"

Frowning, he said, "What?" thinking he understood, he said, "You did that with your

magic?" he asked.

"Sorcery dear, not magic. But yes, i did it.... interesting huh?"

Frowning, he nodded, and left the room, not taking his eyes off of hers.

When he was gone, she grasped her amulet, letting the fear leap out, "Father..... I need

you...." she called.