Ho...
it is time....well to tell mty own story.on the day polgara gave birth to me, the heavens and the council of the gods shook with the gentle thrush of the power that came with my union with this world...
all craeatures of the earth gathered to witness the coming of the little sorcerette, me...hehehe!
when all was taken cared of, i touched the gentle white lock on polgara's hair, and Lo...a gentle light flickered as our forces touched...
polgara would call me little fairette, as i pictured all her dreams of a little fairy which she and durnik had always longed for, a fairette sorcerette who had the strong will and beauty of my mother, and the resourcefulness, industry, and good heart of my father.
here you will see polgara with her white lock, and me with my fiery red hair...this is one of the precious moments of mother and daughter togetehr in one of our shape-shifting into winged fairies...we are the famed sorceress' and together, with durnik, belgarath and belgarion, we form the circle of the world's protectors against evil....
my abilities started as polgara taught me. although this was innate among us, i had to be trained to use it properly and in the right nature of how it must be used...
this was the vale where the tower of aldur, as well as our towers stood. my childhood was spent here in this magical world-in-its-own place. the beauty of the vale never siezed to amaze me and as i developed my abilities here, not only polgara but Poledra as well was there to guide my thoughts and direct my will...
they would often translocate me into the imagined world where there would only be the three of us so that i could concentrate on controlling my will at the strike of my word as my mind is about to form what my lips would mumble from a soft whisper to the fiercest of words my force would allow me to release...
at this piont, i wuld like to describe the people whom i lived and grown up with....
this is Belgarath, with his tattered and mismatched clothing, he is a revelation in the evryday that i am with him....he may look like a wandering storyteller of old times, but in his seven thousound years of existence, he has shown me more than i could ever conceive possible...
his powers as the aclaimed great Belgarath, the sorcerer exceeds all my expectations. polgara may be a powerful sorceress, enough to even silence her father belgarath, but a mystery and force exudes from him that u can never underscore nor understnd...
as my grandfather, he was always very eager to show me things new to my knowledge, he would show me how a glowing orb looks like, and as the heat of the red glowing orb surrounded me, so my fiery red hair would glow on the verge of lighting the whole of the vale....and now here is Beldin...
the brother of belgarath, the defromed hunchback and dirty-mouthed Beldin. but a supremo sorcerer, always chasing whom no one can ever catch but him alone. watcher of all sorcerers, always off circling the world for news about the evils that roam. bgut despite his looks and unusual idntity, he is the best person u could ever want to be with....he ,loves me so much even that he never has liked pretty little fairette soprcerettes...
beldin would often create an illusion for me, almost always that of dragon realms, so i could see and experience the presnece of my immortality in the sorcery's world, one which i cannot reject and get rid of. it is part of me, and i am part of it, and even as a growing sorcerette, i thought that beldin was grandfather enough to show me one of the beauties of our seemingly unreal world....
but aside from being the great hunchback of a sorcerer, he was my beloved great uncle beldin, who would build me dream catles and playful dragons for my playtime as a child sorcerette, where i would get to practice my craft...
Durnik...my goodman father...he would often love to spend his time alone in the reigns of the vale...i would often stand in awe as this man with two lives would use the gift the gods had given him to just shimmer in his pale blue light which always keeps me and polgara mesmerized......we love him more and more every day as he unendingly shows us his love unconditionally...
durnik would often dress up in his mail shirt and armor and keep polgara and me at unending laughter and wonder as he pretends to be knight of the world as he face our tower and shouts his commands...
Belgarion....Child of light, killer of Torak the evil god, Rivan warder and protector of the world....my mighty belgarion...who holds the stars in his hands. the godslayer, yet a humble follower obedient to the thralls of polgara....i love him because he loves Ce'Nedra, his wife, so much, yet he is a little awkward in showing it.....
i remember an illusion belagrion once shoed to me...one when he was a yough little boy still unaware of the powers he possesed, and with him was the god Aldur...always guiding him, revealing how in time belgarion was to be called the Child of Light, thr godsalyer...
Poledre...belgaraths wife, polgara's mother and my grandmother... reat beaty did this shape-shifter possess. though she was not human, she was allowed by the gods to take our form as it was written in he stars that she would be the bearer of Belgarath's children...and she would be the guidance in all of our innermost selves....ahe will always be there, and yet will not be...she is taked by the gods to be the link and union of humans and the tame beasts in the existence of wolves...
poledra would make me a crystal ball with a miniature of me inside, she would show it to belgarath and beldin and tell them how she can always preserve my beautiful memeories when i am away from her...i love her dearly....
it is time to lrest for now....we will meet again soon...
Ho....
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I am writing to say how much I care for you. I want you to know me better.
When you awoke this morning, I exploded a Brilliant sunrise through your window, hoping to get your attention. But you didn't even notice.
Later, you were walking with friends. I bathed you in warm sunshine and perfumed the air with flowers. Still you didn't notice me. 
So I shouted to you in a thunderstorm and then painted a beautiful rainbow. You didn't even look!
Tonight, i spilled moonlight on you face and sent a cool breeze to refresh you. As you slept, I watched over you and shared your thoughts. But you were unaware of My presence.
I hope you will talk to Me soon. When you're ready, I will be near. Ilove you very much.
