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The Second Daughter

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Summary: Beldaran is the first daughter of the Rivan King and Queen, but who is the second?

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Literature > Fantasy > Author: David & Leigh EddingsJoanieTBFR181313,63002512,58827 Jan 0721 Oct 07No

Prologue - The Birth

Disclaimer!
Which I kinda forgot to begin with ...
I don't own Willow, anything to do with the Belgariad, Malloreon, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, or much of anything, really. David and Leigh Eddings own the first two, and Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own the last two, and I'm not infringing anyone's copyright.

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Belgarion, King of Riva, Godslayer, Overlord of the West, King of the Western Sea and general hero, was chopping wood. This seemed vaguely familiar to him, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on why that was. All he knew was that his wife, who had a string of titles slightly longer than his own, wanted a nice big fire to keep her rooms warm for their new daughter. That was an awfully good idea of hers, really.

The pile of wood he had gathered and chopped into manageable bits wasn’t as large as he would have liked when Kail, the Rivan Warder, appeared from some door of the Citadel, but, it would do for now. He could always chop some more, after all.


Led rather gently by Kail, Garion soon found himself beside the bed of his tiny, radiant wife, and their even tinier daughter. Geran and Beldaran were off in another part of the Citadel, playing with the daughters of the recently arrived Barak, and Kail had already left the three of them alone.

Reaching out a hand in an echo of what he faintly remembered from the documents his grandfather had sent him, Garion gently touched the forehead of his newest child. Her eyes, an even deeper green than her mother’s, opened at his touch, and he couldn’t help but smile at the serious look in her expression.

He hadn’t really thought of what to name his daughter, but he decided then that to name her after a member of his family would really be unfair to Ce’Nedra. After all, his son was named after his father, and his daughter shared her name with Aunt Pol’s sister. But, what did dryads like? Trees! He’d name her after a tree. That was a rather good thought, really, he congratulated himself.

“Hail … Willow.” He said, only pausing slightly as he tried to think of a tree to name her after.


Then he went to stoke up the fireplace. After all, Ce’Nedra wanted a nice warm fire for the baby.
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