Author's Note: This is my first attempt at fan fiction so please bear with me. I was just wondering what would happen if Garion walked through my front door - so I decided to write about it. Please R&R.
btw, feel free to flame away- I've got tough skin. Besides, you could be right, but I doubt it. :)
braincramp
Prologue
"Where am I?"
He looked around. Above him the sky was a pale blue. The ground beneath him was cold and hard. "Belar!" he swore, "I should not have had so much ale last night." As he tried to lift his head a searing pain ripped through him as a wave of nausea forced him to roll to his side. Suddenly he stoped in mid heave . . . 'this is definitely not grass!' he thought. Ignoring the urge to slip back into unconsciousness he looked closer to inspect the surface on which he laid. It was hard and grey, like granite; yet rough – as if someone had taken pure gravel and melted it into a single, solid slate. His mind reeled at the notion of anyone having that kind of power. 'Only a god, or maybe the Orb, could produce this,' he thought. His eyes followed the grey landscape as it stretched away before him until it rested upon a building of some kind. A large wooden structure rose before him. "Enough power to build this rock, and they don't even have the common sense to use stone," he mumbled, "don't they know that wood burns?! – Tolnedrans!" "Well, I might as well see if anyone's home," he said, biting his lip against the pain and rising to his feet.
As he stood he looked closer at the structure. It appeared to be about 10 yards tall and about 120 yards across. About a quarter of the way in on both sides there was a deep inset with stairs leading up and landings every so feet. 'Odd,' he thought, 'definitely not Tolnedran architecture.' "Where am I?" he said again aloud; well, there's only one way to find out.
He started towards the steps, grabbing the railing as he stumbled towards the nearest door. It was locked. The one behind him was too. He mounted the steps and tried the next floor. No luck again. Third floor . . . first door was locked. Then he tried the one on the right. The knob turned. Preparing himself, he slowly pushed the door in. As he stepped through he noticed a man, about his own age, sitting and reading a small book. The book had on its cover a likeness of an old, bearded man. A man that looked almost identical to his grandfather. And across the top, written in large letters, were the words, "Belgarath the Sorcerer"!
sorry so short . . . but it's just a prologue . . .