Hi, all. Here's the continuation to the Ranma/Eddings crossover I
started a little bit ago. I still can't beleive how much positive
response I got from the first chapter. Thanks everybody!

It's still fairly light, and while I have ideas for future chapters,
I'm still not sure where I want the story to end up. 

This section hasn't been pre-read at all, so feel free to pick at it 
untill it bleeds. For continuity checks, previous chapter(s) are available
at:

http://www.geocities.com/tokyo/6413/fanfiction.html

Anyway, on with the show...

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Chaos and Destiny

Part 2: Royal Vengance
by Christopher Jones
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	*Ranma, wake up! Akane's in trouble!*
	"nnuh?"
	Ranma sat bolt upright in bed. "Wait a second... Ryouga, get
up! I think somethin's happened to Akane!"
	Ranma didn't have time to see the lost boy's eyes snap open as
he rushed to the door. Not bothering to put his shirt back on, Ranma
threw the door open and ran out into the hall. To his horror, several
of the doors were standing open.
	"Damnitt! I knew there was something wrong with this place!"
	Ryouga rushed into the hall, his eyes open wide at the doors,
some with their locks splintered off.
	"Akane!" He gaped as Ranma poked his head into each door,
swearing each time. He felt his depression and anger growing
rapidly... Whoever took Akane was going to pay dearly.
	"Ucchan!" Ranma darted inside the last of the rooms, the one
Ukyou had been sharing with Kasumi.
	Ryouga ran in after him to see her lying on the floor. Ranma
lifter her up, supporting her head and neck. Ryouga could see that
she had suffered a nasty blow to the forehead. She had a large,
purple bruise, and it was still swelling.
	Ryouga's breath caught in his throat. "Is she..."
	"Ucchan..." Ranma shook her gently. "Wake up, Ucchan."
	To both Ranma and Ryouga's relief, her eyes fluttered open, and
her hand went to her injured head.
	"Ranma..."
	"Ucchan, what happened?"
	The girl sat upright and shook her head. She looked around the
room in confusion for a few seconds, but then her eyes went wide with
shock and anger.
	"It was about eight guys in bearskins, Ran-chan! They grabbed
Kasumi and knocked me out. They already had all the others tied up
when they broke in here."
	Ranma helped the girl to her feet, and stood, angrily cracking
his knuckles. "Someone's gonna die..."

* * *

	"The point I'm trying to make, Garion, is that they may not
even be aware they're doing it." Belgarath sipped at his tankard and
turned toward the fire.
	"Maybe, Grandfather. It seems to me, though, that even the
spontaneous sorcerers we've met, like Senji, have at least *some*
idea of what they're doing. They may just be using it in a way we've
never considered before."
	Belgarath nodded. "That's entirely possible, Garion. Once we
can sit down and actually talk with them, we--"
	Belgarath was cut off as a sudden anguished howl tore out
through the silence of the Rivan night. With an apprehensive
expression, he looked toward Garion, whose eyes had gone wide.
	"That was Wolf," the king stated as he rose to his feet.
"Something's wrong!"
	*Father, Garion!* Polgara's urgent thought came drifting down
to them. *I need you! Something's happened.*
	Without waiting for further prompting, Garion and Belgarath
dropped their cups and ran for their private quarters.
	When they reached the hallway outside the royal apartments,
Garion saw red.
	Geran had drawn his dagger and was examining the forced lock on
Garion's bedroom door. Wolf was whining and growling angrily, and His
daughters were crying, hiding behind Polgara and Durnik who were
trying to calm Ranma and his friends.

(Damnitt, I'm getting tired of calling the Nerima bunch 'Aliens'. Any
ideas?)

	"Ce'Nedra?" Garion asked desperately.
	Polgara's gazed was steely. She carefully regarded Garion's
face, and lowered her head slightly. "It was the Bear-cult, Garion."
	*One can still smell rotting bear. Perhaps their scent can be
tracked,* Wolf offered.
	Garion nodded.
	Kunou was ranting, vowing vengeance on whomever had dared to
kidnap Akane, and Mousse was examining the broken door frames with
Geran. Polgara, speaking in Japanese, informed Ranma, Ryouga and
Ukyou that the kind could follow the trail of the abductors.
	Ranma smiled evilly, and cracked his knuckles. "Ucchan, stay
here," he commanded.
	"No, way! Those jackasses knocked me out, and I'm *going* to
get revenge."
	Ranma shook his head. "Yeah, you just took a bad head injury! I
don't want you fightin' out there when you might pass out and get
killed." He pointed the three crying red-heads. "'Sides, I think
their mom got kidnapped too, and I'm pretty sure they're royalty. One
of us is going to have to stay to protect them."
	Ukyou glowered, but pulled her spatula up into a defensive
posture and stood in front of the girls.
	Not hearing, but realizing what had happened none the less,
Garion turned to his son. "I want you to stay here too, Son."
	"Father--"
	"No arguments, Geran." He turned back to the others. "Let's
go!" He took off running down the corridor, shifting into the form of
a wolf in mid-step.
	The martial artists' eyes widened slightly, but they followed
without question. Belgarath followed close behind with Poledra. They
too went wolf before they had moved three paces.
	Polgara embraced her husband. "Be careful, Durnik."
	"I will, Pol. Make sure the princesses are safe."
	She nodded as her husband followed the assorted
combatants.	"You too, Father." She called after them.
	The combatants and wolves left the citadel and plunged out into
the Rivan night.
	The three wolves loped along, carefully sniffing out the trail.
Durnik, Ranma, Ryouga, Mousse and Kunou followed along, on guard for
danger from all sides.
	Several times, Ranma grabbed Ryouga's arm to keep him from
losing his track of the rest of the pursuers.
	Within minutes, they reached a house with two men in bearskins
standing outside trying to look inconspicuous.
	Belgarath and Poledra both shifted forms, and stood back away
from the house.
	"How stupid can you get?" Belgarath whispered to his wife.
	She shook her head sadly.
	Belgarion shifted forms in front of the two guards and glared
at them angrily.
	"Where's my wife!?!" he demanded, still growling like a wolf.
	The two guards gave up on acting innocent and drew their
swords.
	With little more than a thought, Garion translocated Riva's
sword from its place above his throne back in the citadel, and
leveled it at the guards.
	With angry bluish white fire arcing up and down it's blade,
Garion bashed one to the ground with the flat of the sword.
	"One more chance. Where's my wife?"
	The guard started nervously. and looked around at the buildings
around him.
	He spared one more glance at the furious king. Resignedly, he
yelled out, and raised his sword against the king.
	"Wrong move." Garion cleanly impaled the bearskin warrior as
about a hundred of his brethren started to pour out of nearby
buildings.
	Upon seeing the bearskin clad warriors boil out of the
surrounding houses, Belgarath took his wife's arm and translocated
them both to the top of a shop across from the cultists' house.
	"I think Garion, Durnik and the warriors are a little better
suited for this than we are, dear." He offered.
	Poledra examined the battle quickly emerging below. "No offense
is taken. One wonders, however, why that one," she pointed at Ranma,
"is going to fight men with swords when he is without a weapon."
	Belgarath swore and clenched his will in preparation for
shielding the youth. "Idiot! We've apparently got to keep him alive,
or I'd let him be skewered. It would be a service to the community."
He was about to release the shield when Ranma dove into the middle of
six broadsword wielding bear-cultists.
	The first thing he noticed were the swords being knocked out of
the cultists' grips. The second thing he noticed was the cultists
themselves being knocked senseless into the air and against
surrounding buildings.
	"Ah," Poledra observed. "He is not unarmed after all."
	Belgarath scratched his beard in puzzlement. "Fights like a
Dagashi. Much, Much better than a Dagashi, actually." He shook his
head and turned his attention to Garion and Durnik.
	Durnik had summoned his sledge and was breaking ribs, arms and
legs with impunity.
	Garion and the swordsman Kunou had taken up a position back to
back with each other and were battling what cultists could reach
them. Garion was near berserk at this point and taking out his Alorn
rage against the cultists. Body parts flew like threshed wheat, and
rivulets of blood were flowing in between the cobblestones and into
the gutters.
	The men Kunou was fighting were being cut more than maimed, but
the younger swordsman was only marginally less effective than the man
behind him. Belgarath noted that the tall youth clenched his will as
his blurring strikes accelerated, but there was no release. Again, he
scratched his beard in thought.
	He got no such hesitation from Mousse. An assortment of weapons
flew from the long haired boy's sleeves and trouser legs to pin and
pierce his enemies. Belgarath clearly heard the boy's will being
released over and over again as he translocated new weapons to use
from some unimaginable place. At one point, he swung what looked like
a large wooden duck, knocking out three bear-cultists at once.
	Ryouga on the other hand, fought with his wooden umbrella.
Belgarath could feel the boy reinforcing it with his will. It was so
dense as to knock the cultists several feet any time it connected.
	"He must be incredibly strong..." Belgarath stated to his wife,
who only nodded in response.
	He could feel the boy's will gathering. Belgarath gathered his
own again, for he appeared to be letting the cultists get closer to
him.
	"BAKUSAI TENKETSU!" Ryouga released his will. stabbing an
outstretched finger down into the cobblestones. They literally
exploded, sending a large group of cultists flying through the air in
all directions. Chest heaving, he stood unharmed in the middle of a
small crater in the street. He lifted his umbrella, and attacked
another cultist from behind.
	"'Bakusai Tenketsu'. Wonder what that means? Certainly can't
fault his style."
	"One thinks that they only use their will in battle, Husband."
	Belgarath nodded and winced as a cultist took an umbrella
between his legs. "It could be. They're doing exactly the same thing
we do though, so..."
	"Are you considering instructing them?" Poledra asked with a
mild look of amusement on her face. "It has been many seasons since
your last student matured."
	"It has, hasn't it. Still, I don't know. It could cause more
problems than it solves..."
	"MOUKO TAKABISHA!"
	Belgarath jumped slightly as Ranma released a fireball in a
thunderous burst of will on about ten raging cultists. They were all
thrown in the blast. Those closest to the center were smoking when
they hit the ground.
	"Not teaching them may be unwise, Husband. Control is as
important as power."
	"I'm starting to agree with you..."

* * *

	*I know Aunt Pol told us to stay behind, but I just can't sit
by while Mother is in danger.*
	*One believes it is unwise to expose one's self to men with
swords. One believes one is very important to one's pack, and would
be sadden if anything unpleasant were to happen.*
	Geran wiggled his still-narrow shoulders into the vent and
pushed his way in. Wolf sniffed cautiously and followed the prince
into the short tunnel. After a few feet of crawling, they came out
over a cold cooking stove. Geran jumped down onto the top of the
stove and helped pull the wolf out of the square pipe and out into
the deserted kitchen.
	Geran pulled a short knife from his belt and made his way to
the  only door. He pushed it open a hair and peered out through the
tiny crack. *I think they're all outside fighting Father and Uncle
Durnik,* he informed his companion in the language of wolves. *Can
you smell Mother?*
	Wolf sampled the air. *One cannot smell Mother over the rotting
bear and food in this place. If she is here, she hasn't been here
long  enough. One thinks one can smell the shes of the other pack,
though. They are... very different.*
	Geran nodded and angled his way out into the hallway beyond the
sparse kitchen. *Lead,* he insisted.
	After a few seconds, the wolf led them to a row of doors. He
nosed at the crack under one. *Mother is in here!*
	Geran forced the lock with his dagger and pushed the door in.
	He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw what was inside. His
mother was gagged and bound to a chair, but unhurt. There was an
expression of inarticulate rage on her face. Geran knew that whoever
that rage was directed at would be severely inconvenienced once she
caught up to him.
	Carefully closing the door behind him, he saw that two of the
alien girls were there, too, the short haired girl with the shorter
trousers was tied into a chair back to back with his mother, and the
ribbon girl with the... very... revealing... green...
	Geran decided at that moment that green was his favorite color.
	More because the bed she was tied into was closer to the door
than his mother, he pulled the gag away from her mouth and cut
through her bonds with his dagger. He helped her to sit up, and went
over to free his mother and the other girl. In doing so, he
completely missed the wide eyed stare the black haired girl was
giving him as she rubbed at her sore wrists.
	Wolf sniffed Ce'Nedra and touched his nose to the back of her
hand. *It is good that Mother is unhurt.*
	Geran nodded. *There were more girls than this. Can you smell
them?*
	*They are behind the next door.*
	Geran stepped back into the hall to see that the other door had
been opened while he was freeing his mother.
	A snapping noise, and a loud cry erupted from the room.
	"HENTAI!"
	Geran winced as a bear-cultist slammed head first into the wall
across from the door. The other short haired girl stepped out and
said something in her incomprehensible tongue to the cultist, and
kicked him in the head.
	A little shocked, but relieved, Geran led the others into the
room. The short haired girl was already working on freeing the purple
haired girl, so Geran cut the bonds of the older longhaired girl.
	"Akane, what happened?" Nabiki demanded.
	Shampoo stood and angrily rubbed her wrists. "Stupid bear-man
think he can rip Shampoo favorite blouse!"
	Kasumi stood, also trying to restore circulation to her hands.
"Akane was very brave. She broke her ropes and kept that nasty man
from taking Shampoo's blouse off."
	Not understanding what they were saying, Geran waved them back
into the hall and led them back down to the kitchen. He opened the
door, but to his shock, there were three or four bear cultists trying
to escape the building them same way he was planning to.
	They turned, and started advancing on the young prince and the
young women. Grimly, Geran pulled his knife up in a defensive stance.
	Akane growled as she recognized one of the cultists. "You! You
hurt my sisters!" She leapt, cleanly avoiding the man's axe and
planted an extended foot across the bridge of his nose.
	"Bear-men think can just walk all over Joketsuzoku woman? Bear-
men never meet Shampoo!" She ran at the cultist closest to her.
Shampoo ducked his sword and brought a bare foot up into his gut.
	The cultist grunted as the purple haired girl cleanly disarmed
him and started to rain blows down upon his face.
	Armed only with his knife, Geran danced around a cultist waving
a club menacingly. He dodged back several times, avoiding the
bearskin-clad man's thrusts. He managed to cut the cultist across the
arm once, but it only seemed to anger the man.
	Kodachi, seeing the other cultist advancing on the prince from
the rear, pulled a sharpening belt from the wall and leapt high into
the air. She landed across the swordsman's shoulders. While he was
distracted by her landing, she crossed one leg across the man's chest
and the other to knock the sword out of his grip. She wrapped the
belt around the man's throat and flipped backwards off his shoulders
pulling the belt with her. She smiled, feeling the satisfying crunch
of bone breaking as the man's skull impacted the stone wall.
	While Nabiki, Kasumi and Ce'Nedra stayed safely backed up in
one corner, Akane had all but beaten her opponent to death.
	Shampoo, finished with hers, knocked the club out of the
prince's assailant's hand.
	With a clean motion borne of hours of practice, Geran whirled
and drove his knife deep into the man's chest. He pulled it free and
struck again, sending the blade up through the man's jaw into his
brain. The cultist stiffened and collapsed into a bloody heap.
	"I'm going to have to learn to fight with my hands and feet
like that." He commented as he wiped his blade on the man's bearskin
coat.

* * *

	The battle had moved into the front of the building. The last
few remaining bear-cultists had beat a strategic retreat into the
house when they realized over three quarters of their fellows were
unconscious or dead. The bear masked leader of the group tried to
stay behind his fellow cultists, but he was having a rougher and
rougher time of it.
	Finally, after all the others had been either killed or
incapacitated, the man found himself face to face with the raging
Godslayer. Wisely, he turned and ran. His effort was for naught,
however, because he ran straight into Ranma.
	Ranma sized the man up, pulled up one fist into a defensive
block and attacked with the other.
	"KACHUU TENSHIN HAMIGURIKEN!"
	Watching from the door, Belgarath calmly observed as the young
man's fist impacted the man dozens of times over. He seemed to be
using very short bursts of will to speed and steady his arm. He was
expending an enormous amount of energy into the cultist's body. After
he stopped, the cultist fell to the floor with a sound closely
resembling broken glass.
	Ranma knelt and grabbed the cultist by his collar. He
positioned a fist in front of the man's face. "Where's Akane, you
jerk?!?!" He demanded in Japanese.
	Neither understanding nor caring, the man's head lolled back as
he groaned in agony.
	"I imagine there's not a bone in his body that isn't not
broken." Belgarath speculated as he strode over to the cultist.
	Raging Belgarion, glowing bright blue with the flame of the
Orb, placed his sword next to Ranma's clenched fist.
	"Where's my wife, traitor? I swear, if she's been hurt I'll
kill you so slowly and painfully that Hell will be a reprieve."
	The man shuddered and lapsed into unconsciousness.
	"Father!"
	Garion span to see his son standing in the doorway. "I thought
I told you to stay home!"
	"I rescued Mother!"
	Anger raged across the king's face, but he ran to embrace
Ce'Nedra, who was standing behind her son.
	Ranma and Ryouga picked the unconscious leader of the cultists
up by his arms and dragged him out of the house. As they exited, they
could see the city policemen and palace guards converging on the
house.
	Akane ran past Ryouga up to Ranma, but stopped just short of
embracing him.
	"Did they hurt... any of you?" he asked.
	Akane shook her head. "One cretin tried to attack Shampoo while
she was tied up, but I gave him the business end of a beating."
	Ranma grinned fiercely. "Good."
	Shampoo glomped him at that point. "Oh, Airen! So scary! Bear-
man try to hurt Shampoo. Airen make Shampoo feel better?"
	Akane rolled her eyes and stomped off in anger as Ranma tried
to dislodge himself.
	Poledra kneeled beside the injured cult leader and placed her
hand to his chest.
	Garion knelt down next to her and pulled the mask off of the
cultist. "Brelmik!" he hissed. "The bear cult in my own guard! Will
he live?"
	She nodded. "Barely. He will not walk or fight for several
months."
	Garion grinned fiercely. "More than enough time to squeeze what
we want out of him."
	After spending a few more seconds with his wife, Garion turned
back to his son. "Didn't I say to stay in the Citadel, Geran?"
	With his eyes cast toward the pavement, the prince nodded.
"Yes, Father."
	"Then why did you disobey my direct order?"
	Geran let his jaw clench and he stared straight into his
father's eyes. "Because Mother was in danger. I couldn't just sit by
while she was hurt!"
	The king let his eyes narrow. "Did it ever occur to you that
there might be another kidnapper or assassin? What about your
sisters, Geran? Would you just cast aside your own safety *and
theirs* so that you can be a hero?!?! What were you thinking,
boy?!?!"
	*Gods,* Garion thought as he was berating his son. *I sound
like Grandfather.*
	Kodachi stood some distance back from the growing crowd. She
looked in one direction at her Ranma-sama, who was currently arguing
with Akane and fending off that vile serving girl, Shampoo.
	In the other direction was the young man who had rescued her
from the evil clutches of the bear-men. He was being yelled at by an
older man. Kodachi couldn't understand the conversation, but was made
to feel a little uneasy by the harsh speech.
	She knelt down next to her brother, who was inspecting one of
the bodies of the fallen. "Brother dearest, whoever is that man?"
	Kunou looked up from the bleeding cultist. "I am not certain,
Sister, but I believe he is the king's eldest progeny. He has three
younger siblings, and as his duty to his family and country, was
instructed to stay to protect them. Thusly, he is being justly and
righteously disciplined for his lapse. Such is honor."
	Kodachi's eye's narrowed. He was being punished? For rescuing
her?!?! This would not do! She strode over to the king and stood
between him and his son.
	"How dare you?!?!" She yelled. "This is one of the most
handsome noblest man alive! Not only did he save me, but--" Kodachi
looked around for Ce'Nedra. "--saved you wife as well! Do you look
down on honor this much?"
	Garion took a step back as the girl ranted in his face. He
didn't understand her, of course, but that didn't stop her from
edging up closer to him, shaking her finger in his face and raising
her voice all the while.
	He tried to cast a glance over his son, but Geran only shrugged
in half wonderment, half fear.
	Finally, Garion located Nabiki. "What's she saying?" He asked,
yelling to be heard over Kodachi's voice.
	Leaving her conversation with Akane and Poledra, Nabiki
strolled casually over to the king and his son. "She thinks it's
wrong of you to punish your son for coming here."
	Kodachi continued to rant.
	"She thinks you should reward him instead."
	Kodachi made one or two more points.
	"With a large party, or perhaps a parade in his honor."
	Garion's left eyebrow twitched. "Is she crazy?"
	Nabiki nodded. "Just a little."
	Kodachi continued on after the obviously sarcastic exchange.
	Nabiki translated. "She says if you don't reward him, she
will."
	"Huh?"
	Then, much to the shock of those around her, Kodachi leapt into
Geran's arms and planted her lips against those of the confused young
prince. True, she didn't happen to have any of her *special*
lipstick, but one could paralyze just as well if she knew what she
was doing.
	After a few seconds, the prince 'meefed' as Kodachi came up for
air. "T-tongue...," he muttered.
	Kodachi inhaled sharply and put her tongue back where it had
been.

* * *

	Garion had locked down the palace, sending letters of apology
for all those foreign dignitaries he had thrown out. While everyone
was still being taken care of, the only people still admitted inside
were a small contingent of cooks and housekeepers that Polgara had
approved, and a very select number of guards Kail had approved.
	Those cultists still able to walk were placed chained on a
barge in the harbor under careful guard. Garion, his son, and the
newcomers stood on the pier with a fairly large crowd.
	Belgarion drew Riva's sword from the scabbard across his back
and held it point down at his feet. He made sure those around him
could see one hand was on the hilt, and the other was on the Orb.
	He began to speak, with Nabiki and Polgara providing a quiet
running translation for those who couldn't understand him.
	"It's been three thousand years since the bear cult has raised
its ugly, festering head on the Isle of the Winds, but now I've found
it trying to worm its way back into the Citadel. I will tell you all
that I have absolutely no tolerance for this treasonous aberration,
and I will wipe it out here, just like I did in Rheon with the aid of
Cherek and Drasnia.
	"Does any one here particularly want to see the city of Riva
burned to the ground?" He asked the assembled crowd.
	A chorus of 'No!'s' went up in response.
	"Then if any of you have bearskins in your closets, I suggest
you dispose of them immediately."
	He turned and pointed to the men huddling in the boat. "These
men plotted to kill my honored guests and my wife. As traitors to the
crown, I should behead every last one of them."
	A groan of fear rose up from the barge.
	"Three thousand years ago, however, Lady Polgara, and my
ancestor, Riva Iron-grip wisely decided to spare the lives of the
bear-cult at the time. Instead of sending them to their deaths, Iron-
grip and his son sent the traitors to farm the island to our north.
I'm going to do the same thing. If any of you try to escape the
island, I won't be nearly so merciful."
	The orb flared up at that point, sheathing the king in a bluish
glow. The bear-cultists all looked away in fear.
	"Any questions?" he asked. "Good. Shove off, men."
	He watched the guards pole the prison barge away from the pier.
A few docks down, another barge loaded with rations and farming
supplies cast off as well.
	"Now, for the second order of business..." Garion waved broadly
at the assembled Nerimans. While the men retained their clothes, The
women had been persuaded to replace their various attires for more
modest gowns.
	"These are my guests. They are foreign dignitaries who have
used sorcery to travel here from the land of--" He racked his brain
for a second trying to remember, "--Tokyo. Despite their appearances,
they are not Angaraks."
	He looked around the crowd for a few seconds, waiting for his
statement to settle in. While there were a few disbelieving stares in
the crowd, quite a few of the people present had been roused by and
had seen the early morning battle. exaggerated tales of their
abilities and costume were rapidly circulating through the city
already.
	"Furthermore, they are under my protection. An injury to any
one of them is an injury to the crown. It was partially due to them
that my wife was rescued from her kidnapping by my own guards."
	Garion cleared his throat. "You," he stressed, waving the sword
at the crowd, "Are indebted to them."
	He waited several seconds, checking the position of the prison
barge and the supply ship. Once he was satisfied with their position,
he sheathed his sword.
	"I have spoken," he finished.

* * *
	
	Elsewhere, another ship was hurriedly departing. The men
leaving crept on quietly, for fear of attracting attention to the
secluded cove. Once they were on board, the ship pulled up its
longshore boats and rowed out to sea.
	The captain ordered the sails furled, and the ship took a south
easterly coarse toward the mainland.
	The priest Koran stood in a windy spot on the bow looking back
toward the island.
	"What'll we do, Koran?" a voice asked him from behind. He
turned to see one of his trusted sub-priests, Harner. "King Belgarion
has threatened to run us into the ground!"
	"We do as we have always done." He answered, his long hair
whipping madly around him in the breeze. "We trust in Belar. Right
now, my brother Marso is in Muros on a cattle buying trip. With the
money he has with him, we can easily afford mercenaries, and we can
rally our brothers in both Drasnia, Algaria, and Cherek, as well. We
*will* go to war with Belgarion, and we *will* place our own king on
the Rivan throne."
	He paused, noting the small group his speech had gathered. "It
is the will of Belar that Aloria be reunited! Aloria!"

----

End Ch2.


Author's notes.

First, my input on the 'Who is Capable' of sorcery debate. I've really
appreciated all the discussion on the matter, and I will tell you that,
as a few of you noticed, Durnik missed one person when he was counting, 
because they did *not* clench their will.

The list of *Confirmed* sorcerers are so far:

Akane - Translocated the mallet in the first story
Ranma - Mouko Takibisha - this story
Ryouga - Bakusai Tenketsu - this story
Mousse - Translocates or conjures all his weapons in this story.

Kounou clenched his will for his attack, but did not actually release. 
He was part of Durnik's original count, but whether or not he will acutally 
do sorcery will be decided in a future story.

Second, I would like to thank *all* the people who gave me their input 
on the story. If I didn't reply to your mail, forgive me, because I
have been extremely busy with school and trying to find a job. Thank you all.

Third, like I said in the intro, this hasn't been pre-read. Hopefully, any
future chapters (if they happen) will go a little bit deeper into
characterization and the fine points of the Eddings' universe. Any one
who's interested in pre-reading and doing continuity checking, drop
me a line.

Lastly, I've become of a similarity between the title of this story, 
'Chaos and Destiny' and the title of Henry Cobb's UY/AMS! story, 'Chaos
and Death'. Does anyone have any ideas for a new title?

As always, I hope you enjoy this story, and have somthing to say about it.

Chris
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Chris Jones, Rodent without a cause - hamster@arn.net
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