Okay, this is my very first story, that I'm not being forced to write, anyway, so be nice! This is basically a continuation of The Child of Light saga, or whatever you want to call it, and mainly focuses on Geran, Belgarion's son. You don't have to have read the series in order to know whats going on, at least that's what I'm aiming for. I HAVE NO PRACTICAL EXPERIENCE WRITING!!!!! This is vital to know, because this story is probably not going to be as good as I would like it to be. Reviews are nice, they are my friends. Send them to me, so I have incentive to update sooner. I need help to write this. Because I know that I'm going to hit a large wall called writers block sooner or later, so send suggestions. I know where this story is going, I just don't know how it gets there.

Alright, now that THAT is all cleared up...

Disclaimer: I don't own Geran, Wolf, the Voice, or, for that matter anyone except for my oc's. if you can't tell which ones are my oc's, then you have some serious problems going on and need to read David and Leigh Eddings books, got it? Good.

Blah = thoughts (regular in dream sequences)

"Blah" = talking (italics for dream sequences/mind-to-mind)

okay, I think that's all, so...

One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and here we go!

Prologue: The Dream

Lights. Swirling, dancing, glowing little white lights. At first, that's all there was. Everything else was dark and misty, a blue so dark to be black almost.

Geran looked around, trying to see if there was anything, or anyone, else there with him. After searching and finding nothing, Geran sighed, and settled down to wait, looking at himself.

He was wearing chain mail. Bemusedly, he looked at the rest of himself, his eyes aflame with curiosity. He was wearing leather pants, well used, by the looks of them. He had on soft Sendarian half boots on, also well used, looking about to fall off his feet before the month was out.

"OW!"

Geran clutched at his head. He had turned his head a bit to quickly and had bumped it against...something...He turned his head, more slowly this time, trying to see what he had hit his head against. Before he could, however, there was a sound. What...? It had been a wolfs' howl. One that somehow managed to be joyful, sorrowful, and determined all at once. He quickly looked fore ward again, and after a moment, a figure became visible in the darkness, walking slowly towards him.

It was a boy, a little over four feet tall, maybe 12 years old. He had light, weathered skin; not tan, but not pale either. A shock of short black hair, cut just below his ears. When the boy was close enough for the light to hit him, his hair seemed to be highlighted a brown/gold. His head was down, so he couldn't see his face. His clothes were average, and in earth tones, with hints of green at his neck, wrists, and ankles.

The boy suddenly stopped. He lifted his head up so that Geran could see his features. There wasn't much to see. The boys face seemed almost deliberately blurry, as if you weren't meant to see his face. The only thing Geran could see clearly, were his eyes, which were a brilliant gold, hard as rock and shining with determination.

Only now that he was closer, could Geran see that...something, leaves?...were swirling around him, much like the tiny globs of dancing light were around himself.

"Child of Light."

Geran started. HE wasn't the child of light. To his understanding, there WASN'T a child of light anymore. He looked at the boy. The voice that had said that had come out of his mouth, but the voice...it had been deep, a gravelly sort of voice. He couldn't have POSSIBLY produced he?

Geran suddenly found himself responding though. "Child of Earth."...okay, just where had that come from? His voice had been dry, amused, sarcastic, almost. He hadn't heard that voice since...since...Korim...

"The Balance has been broken." Said the boy.

"You and the others already knew this would happen. What have you summoned my Child and I for?" Said the dry voice again, this time sounding slightly annoyed. Geran found himself responding without control of what he said. It was as if his will had been placed gently aside, and replaced.

The boy frowned. "You know exactly why. There was no Accident. You and Darkness were always there, along with your childish rivalry. I would have thought that being around since before the beginning of Time, would have pounded SOME maturity into both of you--"

"Leave him be. He may be Light, but he'll never change as much as to stop his rivalry with Darkness."

This speaker was a female, with a voice that was low, and smoldering, yet sweet. Only a bit over 5 feet, short hair, the strangest kind. It was blue at the very roots, blended to a fiery orange, and then at the very tips, blended to a blonde; that reminded him of Liselle. She was wearing the strangest clothes too. A red shirt that looked like the sleeves and the bottom half had been ripped off. Pants that seemed to be made of some strange blue material, and looked that if the matching red belt hadn't been attached to them, they would have fallen off, they were so large. There was also a brass chain connected to the pants, just hanging there. From what he could tell, she was only slightly younger than he was, so maybe 16 or 15.

Unlike the boys face, you could see her face clearly. It was oval, with semi-prominent cheek bones. An average nose and pouty red lips. In actuality, she looked average in practically every way, except for her eyes. They were a crimson red. ((AN: for those of you who have seen YYH, think Hiei's or Yukina's eyes. For those of you who haven't...go see it! Its awesome and my favorite anime...back to the story)) Geran then noticed that she had tiny flames dancing around her, with one of the even resting on her shoulders, and apparently not burning her a bit. O...kay...this is getting just a little bit weird. The girl looked at the flame perched on her shoulder and poked, making it get up and dance with the others. ...Never mind, it already is. I will never again have Mason get me to test-taste his concoctions before bed again, never again...

"Fire! You were not invited to this meeting! What are you doing here?" the boy yelled, sounding like a rockfall.

The girl looked at him boredly. "And when has that ever stopped me before? Besides, you know that there is no privacy among us, we've been around to long for such trivialities. What were you talking to Light for? This isn't about the Balance, is it? For if it is, then I need to be here, along with the others." She looked around, as if searching for something, and apparently spotted it, for she smiled and said, "Speaking of whom, there they are."

There were two others; one boy, the other a girl. Both were wearing dark brown robes, which had the look of a uniform around it. The boy was tall, VERY tall. Maybe topping 6 feet. He had dark blonde hair, cut extremely short and spiked upwards, and that was about all Geran could see of his face, because like the first boy, Earth?, his features were blurry. Geran guessed that he was older than himself, maybe 23 or so. The girl, in contrast to the boy, was short, maybe the height of his Mother, and that wasn't very tall. However short she was, even from a distance, Geran could tell she had an air of maturity and patience around her. Her hair was long and thick, pulled back into what appeared to be a braid. What really caught his attention was the fact that it was blue. What is it with the weird hair colors? Do they have nothing better to do than dye their hair in their spare time? As they got closer, Geran could see their eyes, and nothing else of their faces. Only the girl, Fire, had her face so that you could see it. The tall blonde boys' eyes were wide, a clear, sky blue. The girls, however...they were one of the most amazing things he had ever seen. They were a deep, ancient looking, blue, the color of the sky after a really hard rain. Now that the girl was closer, he could see she looked about 19 or 20.

As the two came closer, Geran could see that a soft wind flew around the tall boys robes, ruffling them slightly. Around the girl, there was water. It was almost like a wall of rain, sleet, and snow, but the girl was dry. The water didn't dance, like the globes of light, the leaves, or the fire, but fell. It started a few inches above her head, in water, or snow, or a mix of the two. From there, it fell to around her knees, where it was like a whirl pool. A thin one, and the water never seemed to increase or decrease, but still, a whirl pool.

"What's with all the huss 'n fuss, Fire?" The new boy asked. His voice was light and airy, but slightly deep.

"Yes, Fire, if you would please tell us why you called us?" This was from the short girl. Her voice was low, soothing, and projected, as Geran had guessed, patience.

"Why? I was just hoping for a little get together among friends, is all. After all, Light and Earth were having one, so I figured, why not call up Wind and Water and take this opportunity to have a little chit chat. And besides, I just knew it would annoy ol' Earth here." She lightly punched Earth in the shoulder. Earth ruefully smiled.

"Knew it would be too good to be true, to have a private meeting with Light." Earth said, sounding good naturedly defeated. ((AN: does that make sense?))Earth cleared his throat. "As we all know, 15 years ago, Dark was Banished." Here he looked reprovingly at Geran. "This has, as a consequence, created a disturbance in the Balance. If left for long, this will destroy the Universe. You KNOW Dark guarded the Gate to Hell. It's a miracle that the King of Hell hasn't gathered his forces already to strike at us."

Geran's mind was reeling. This went against everything he had been taught. Against everything he knew. Geran desperately wanted to fight the voice that had usurped his body for the time, and demand an explanation. However, he remembered what Silk had told him, "Don't interrupt the enemy when he's making a mistake." He didn't really think all the strange people around him were his enemy, but he also didn't know what they were talking about. Better to be silent now, find out all I can, and rant later he supposed. He had by now, discounted it as being a dream. It was just too vivid.

"We already know this. Please get to the point already, Earth." The Voice said, sounding annoyed.

"Just recapping, Light. In time, in time." Water soothed.

"Now as I said, Dark was Banished. But not Destroyed. You can't destroy any of us, after all." Earth continued in his rumbly voice. "What we need to do, is break his Banishment."

"NEVER!"

Geran was stunned. In all his experience with the Voice, and all the stories told to him by his family and friends, the voice had been calm, dry, and sarcastic. Never any emotion. But now, among his equals, he supposed that's who they were, He was acting less like part of the creation of the universe, and more like a...human. This was too much. Geran couldn't take it any more. He needed to get out of here. Now. And fast. With a panicked action, he gathered his Will, and wrenched himself from the Voice's distracted grasp. Before any of the others could react, he was running, running into the darkness...

Geran gasped as he sat up in bed, covered in a cold sweat. He was back in his room at the Rivan Citadel, not in the endless darkness, with the strange people that seemed as otherworldly as the Voice...that seemed to be equals to the Voice...that spoke of things that were just not possible...wryly Geran remembered his Grandfather's words. "Nothing is impossible." But still...

"Is one well?"

Geran looked up. It was just Wolf. Wolf had been there since the last Event, when Cyradis had to Choose between Light and Dark. She Chose the Light, and Dark was destroyed, wiped from existence in everything that was, is, or ever will be.

Wasn't it?

"Yes, one is well, one thanks one for asking."

Wolf laid his head on his paws and looked at Geran from his place at the end of the bed. When he was 7, he had stayed the summer with his Grandfather and Grandmother in the Vale of Aldur, and had been taught Wolfish.

"Has one had a night vision that startled one?" asked Wolf.

Geran looked at Wolf. Wolf had been acting more perceptive and human-ish lately. Geran shrugged it off.

"Yes, but one is well. One will be going back to sleep now." Geran said.

"One wishes one a good sleep then." Wolf replied, and closed his eyes.

Geran lay back down, pondering his dream. The images were becoming fuzzy, disorienting. He couldn't quite recall what had frightened him, but he had an ominous feeling about the entire thing. Grandfather and Grandmother are visiting; I'll talk to them in the morning...

On that thought, his eyes drifted shut, and he slept a sleep filled with dancing globes of light.

His curtains blew softly outwards in the wind, the window open to the night.

Half a world away, in Mallorea, the same wind blew, chill now, carrying the remnants of a dream. A man of maybe 30, though his face seemed ageless, turned on his horse to face the wind. His blonde hair ruffled by its embrace, his blue eyes wise, he listened to the wind.

He looked to his horse, a brown chestnut color, except for a strange silvery mark on its front left shoulder. He patted its neck, and leaned down to whisper in its ear, as though it could understand.

"And so it begins, Horse." said Eriond.

AN

Well, how was it? Please review and tell me! big eyes please? It took me like, 4 days to come up with that, and it is...whoa, 5 pages long! I'll try to make a chapter a week, and only if I get 5 reviews a chapter! menacing look Its not that I want to do this, but the Sharp Pointy Stick of Doom wants to, and YOU aren't going to argue with it, are you? Waves sharp pointy stick around

Okay, enough cliché threats Throws sharp pointy stick over shoulder

ACK! Just went to 6 pages

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