The Enforcers of Prophesy
Disclaimer: I do not own The Belgariad or the Malorian
Prologue
Near the center of Sendaria there is a small farm owned by a man named Faldor. It was a farm of normal size far from most cities of worth making it a bubble separated from the cares, stresses, and most of all fears of the outside world.
Outside the farm on a hill backed by a sky of night with the promise of day soon at hand, stood a cloaked stranger studying the land as if judging its worth.
"This will do," said a young voice under the hood as it slowly descended the hill towards his new home.