Hello and merry X-Mas.

Sorry for not updating in about a year. 2008 has been pretty rough.

I'm going to try to update more often from now on.

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Belisaria's POV:

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Sense I can remember, I have always been asking questions. Aunt Pol once said that my first word was why.

I don't know about that, it is sometimes hard to tell if my Aunt is joking or not, but I do know that I have always wanted to learn. Where my brother did not care about learning how to read and write, he had more fun playing with his friends, I talked my Aunt into teaching me.

I asked everyone questions, and almost everyone would answer them, even the merchants who visited Fladors.

When Mister Wolf came to visit, I would ask him to teach me about the places he had been. He seemed to find this funny, but taught me just the same. Once, when he stayed for a whole winter, he taught me how to talk with my fingers. He called it the Drasnian secret language. About one year later, I got to see Drasnian's use it. Three Drasnian merchants came to stay at Faldor's farm. Though the language was the same, the way Mister Wolf and the merchants spoke where very different. Somehow, Mister Wolf's way was older and more elegant.

Through out the years, and our differences, Garion and I stayed close. In fact, we seemed to get closer.

I started working in the kitchen as soon as I could wash veggies. Now of course, I did more than wash. I cut, peel, mash, mix, and cook. Aunt Pol banned Thanos from the kitchen. She did not want fur in her food. The kitchen was the only place Thanos would not follow me.

When I was small, I would talk to horses, and they would talk back. Everyone would just smile and nod when I told them. One day I heard two people talking, one of them said that I had imaginary friends. I was upset, I really heard them. I went straight to my Aunt. It was the one time Thanos followed me into the kitchen.

" Isaria, what have I told you about that dog and my kitchen." It wasn't really a question.

" People are saying that I don't hear them." I say.

She sighed, and set down the bread dough she had been working with. " Come with me." She said and walked upstairs.

She sat down on my bed and patted the place next to her. Garion, who had been working in the kitchen sense he had almost drowned, had followed us and sat on his bed, which was next to mine.

" Isaria, did I ever tell you that your mother was an Algar?" I shook my head no. " Well, she was. Some Algars, a very few, mind you, are able to talk with horses. They call them Sha-Darim. Dear Sendars, well, if you can't prove something, they don't believe it. It would only upset them if you tried to make them believe."

" You want me to pretend that I don't hear them, don't you?" I ask. She nods. I sigh. " Ok."

And that was the last we spoke of it.

It was a beautiful fall day, when the leaves are turning gold and red, and falling from the trees, when Garion and Mister Wolf came into my Aunts kitchen. It had been year's sense we had last seen Mister Wolf.

Of course, the first words out of Aunt Pol's mouth where. "You again," she put her hands on her hips. " My kitchen still hasn't recovered from your last visit."

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Well that's all for now. I'll try to update soon.