A/N: Cruel cliffie … well, Polgara's making her mark in Althalus' world – or has someone else, like someone royal ... hint hint, nudge nudge XD. XD I needed some reason to why Althalus has been dreaming like that … I've got one. You'll find out why this chappie … :P Have fun & enjoy! R&R please! Thanks to A-Te Louise for reviewing! I'm aiming to write longer chapters now … you'll see 1000 words+ per chapter hopefully now. Anyways, I'm on a roll - a chappie last night, and one tonight! Please R&R and hope I can get a new chapter up here soon! Enjoy!

Italics is the dream, Normal is the reality, or stressed words in the dream. Same with reality.

"Polgara? I don't know anyone in my world with the name Polgara." Althalus' subconscious had already picked out that Polgara wasn't all she seemed.

Polgara smiled. "Althalus, you are something so rare, that where I come from, no one is one."

"And that's supposed to make me feel special?" Althalus said wryly.

A brief wrinkle of the eyes, then Polgara resumed speaking. "In a sense, yes. You're a dream prophet, dear."

"Dear?" Althalus' eyebrow rose questioningly. "It's not really practical calling me dear, considering my age."

"And how old are you?" the raven-haired Polgara asked.

"Around two thousand, five hundred years old, give or take a few years."

"Well, dear, I've outlived you by half a millennium, and my father's over 7000 years old. Now, why don't you think of a rational excuse that I can't call you dear?"

Althalus wrung the bottom of the imaginary tunic he was wearing in the dream state. "It's embarrassing," he muttered.

Polgara laughed, a merry laugh. "Don't worry, dear. I won't do it in front of Dweia, or to her – I know she's a goddess."

"That helps. Now, how am I a dream prophet?" Althalus asked, back to business.

"Well … let's start from the start."

"That would make sense."

The regal Polgara chuckled, and continued her tale. "When in my world, my nephew, Belgarion, got his son, Geran back, he was overjoyed. Around ten years later, Geran used the Will and the Word – our equivalent of your Books. We heard the commonly associated sound with sorcery, but we saw no effects. So, naturally, Father, Mother, Durnik and I investigated the effects of Geran's spell. There were no physical differences – but I found when I dreamed, I could see different places that didn't exist in our world. I saw someone called Ehlana, who apparently was Queen, and her husband, Preceptor Sparhawk doing something … interesting. I think I'll leave it at that. Then, by chance, I found your dreams. You were the most intriguing person I had found in my search …"

"Really? Well, that's a difference."

"Don't interrupt, dear. As I was saying, you were the most intriguing person I had found in my search, so I made sure I had extra sleep, so I could visit your world nightly. And whenever you dreamed, I withdrew, and went and looked at your world. It's very pretty, you know. The cities are marvellous."

"Civilisation," Althalus said contemptuously. He hated civilisation, especially in Hule, where the forest had been cut down frequently to make room for the towns people wanted to build.

Polgara looked at Althalus, one eyebrow – the one with the white lock – raised. "Well, that's very … interesting. Anyway, I learnt of the prophetic dreams you had been having, and I was troubled. Could have Geran's spell crossed over to your world? It's entirely possible, I suppose, but improbable. So, what do you think of my little story, dear?" Polgara asked the now spluttering Althalus.

"Well," Althalus started dubiously, "it does make sense. Some, at least, if not all."

Polgara rolled her eyes. "It's supposed to make sense, you ninny. Now, what do you suppose we are going to do about Gher and Alaia?"

"We? How is there a we in this, Polgara?"

"Well, you can do it all by yourself if you want," she said, flicking her glorious black hair around as she turned.

"No, no, that's fine," Althalus said hastily.

"Good." Polgara turned back around to face him. "Now, as I was saying, what are we going to do about Gher and Alaia?"

"We could start with telling them the truth."

"What truth? That Gher's a boy genius? Doesn't Khalor know that already?"

"Yes, he does. Well I could go to their house, 'accidentally' at the same time Eliar and Andine are, and convince Khalor and Alaia that Gher is more grown up than what he seems to be?"

"Umm …" Polgara said, while deep in thought. "That could work, I suppose, but why don't I meet her in person instead?"

"In person?" Althalus nearly choked. "How can you if you're in your world?"

"Did I forget to mention it? Geran also accidentally cast another spell that opened a portal to this world too," Polgara said with eyes wide innocently.

Althalus muttered some choice oaths under his breath, and asked politely, "Did you consider that some of your enemies might have gone through the portal as well?"

"Yes," Polgara said, insulted. "It's called hiding, Althalus, and I think you've done it more than a few times before, dear."

Althalus glared at her, and as if she was Emmy, said, "Be nice. I didn't know that. And, pray, how are you going to get back?"

"We go back through the portal, you nitwit. It's not that hard to figure out."

"How was I supposed to know that it was a two-way portal? It could have been a one-way one, so don't bite my nose off," he pleaded. "Just give me the benefit of the doubt for once. Just once."

"Well, I normally wouldn't, but since you are about to wake, I will now. I'll meet you at Alaia's house in three days time," Polgara said, fading from the view of his dream-self.

"I'll see you soon, Polgara," he called after her, as he realised he was about to wake. "I'll see you soon," he said to himself once, as he awoke.

Dweia rubbed her eyes, having just woken up, and heard her husband muttering in his sleep.

"I'll see you soon, Polgara. I'll see you soon," he said, tossing and turning. Dweia could not help but to think something was up. As far as she knew, Polgara wasn't an age-old famed sorceress whom had been favoured by Torak, but a blowsy barmaid whom Althalus had slept with in his early days.

As Althalus' eyes fluttered open, Dweia fixed him with an ice cold glare. "Who's she?"

"Who's what?" he asked groggily, still partly asleep.

"Polgara," she spat with hatred.

"Well …" he started uselessly.

"Well what?" she asked, her voice still full of venom.

"It's not what you think it is."

"I'm glad it's not, otherwise I think you would have to move rooms."

"Polgara – as you may have guessed – is a lady, but what you don't know is that she's a sorceress from another world."

"Another world?" Dweia asked, with scepticism clear in her rich voice.

"Yes, Emmy, another world. She came over in a portal which was unintentionally created by her great-nephew, and hid it once she had come through. Her great-nephew also cast a spell – his first one, I may add – which allowed her spirit to go into someone else's mind for a period of time – which is while she slept," Althalus excitedly explained.

"Well, I hope she isn't getting any ideas," she said, focusing the point of her words on an affair.

"She has some brilliant ones!" Althalus unwittingly said, not listening to the tone of his wife's voice. "She said that she would …" Mid-sentence he saw Dweia's eyes, which looked like pure ice, and muscles around her eyes tighten. "But nothing like that, dear," he said quickly.

"I hope not, pet," she said, hostility still not out of her tone.

"Definitely not, Em. The only being that I love with my whole heart and soul is you, dear." He walked up to his wife's side, and started tickling her. Dweia started laughing, like he knew she would, and he kissed her.

From the camp which she stayed, Polgara's dream-self watched the brief interchange. "Have fun, children," she said, as she started to wake.