take a day to break away {belgarath}

[Belgarath]

Bel would have been the schoolyard bully that broke the little china dolls, gleefully holding the delicate creatures out of reach of grasping, desperate hands. He would have told them to run and catch it, flinging it so far away they hadn’t any hopes of saving the toy before it came smashing down to the ground in smithereens. He would have laughed. The teachers would have to make him stop. Belgarath was never a nice little boy.

The girl, the fine-boned and slender doe, licks her lips as if he scares her. He wants to ask if he does. Does he make her want to run away? Flee back to Mommy and Daddy and the safety of wherever she’s from?

“Oh, I was just out for a little walk…” he lies through grinning teeth, painting the picture of an only slightly creepy older uncle. The one that looks at you sideways, but you've never caught doing anything inappropriate. I am hunting, he thinks, though that wasn’t his original plan. But when opportunities knock, he isn’t one to lock the door. I am lurking. I am the fear of the open ice and drowning. “What’s your name? I’m Belgarath.” His voice rumbles like the crashing of an iceberg into the sea, or the long-hidden voice of some sea monster.

It wasn’t time to rise. Not quite yet.


BELGARATH
No mercy to what we are doing, no thought to what we have done
No need to feel the sorrow, no remorse for the helpless one