AN: My sister and I were high on sugar two years ago (mostly her) when we came up with the idea of making a Garion album. We came up with titles for really freaky songs (mostly me). Now I've got a sudden urge to be a demented playwright, so I present to you...

Belgarion the Musical

Very nice. Now, the events aren't going to be chronological, since the songs are a bit...off. And so, without any further ado (and any further clichés), I give you...the Rivan king.

Genuflection by the Godslayer

Garion stared in dismay at the mirror. The rich clothes felt and looked so foreign on him—like a starchy, itchy cocoon. It was just a day since he discovered that he was the Rivan king, and to tell the truth, it felt like a century.

He wasn't cut out for this! He was just a farm boy...surely they made a mistake, somewhere up there. Maybe the real Rivan king was scrubbing pots right about now...

There was suddenly music in the air. And strangely still, it seemed to be asking him to look in the mirror again. He complied, and unknown to him, began to sing.

Look at me,

I will never pass for the Rivan king—

Or the Great Godslayer.

Necessity,

Am I meant to play this part?

Oh. Now birds were flying around the window. He let them in, and they soared around in a circle around him. Garion held out his hand, and a popinjay roosted on it, cocking its head to the side in perplexion.

Now I see,

That if I were truly to be myself,

I'd have to stab Kal Torak's heart.

He spun around dramatically, his long (and heavy. It was quite a feat that Garion managed to pull off) ermine robes fanning out behind him. Striking a pose, he held out his rather masculine tiara before him. He thought of Lelldorin, Adara, and even Durnik who just this afternoon kneeled down for him.

What is this crown I see?

Weighing so heavily

What's this genuflection of the guys I know?

He strode out the balcony and gazed soulfully at the moon above. His voice was actually quite impressive. (A shame that Anheg and the others didn't witness it, really—would've made the entire claim 'Belgarion only sings when he's drunk' a fallacy).

Aunt Pol says I should fight

The god for which millions died

But, oh, this genuflection

I really deerriiiide!

Yes, this genuflection

I

He gave a dramatic pause.

Deride...

Garion heard the sound of clapping. There, smirking brilliantly at him, was his soon-to-be-wife Ce'Nedra. With one pointed look, she curtsied.

Garion groaned.

AN: Oh dear. I hope Garion doesn't come across as gay. Smirk That would be terrible. Actually, I don't really see any of the Edding's characters starring in slash fics. Except, maybe, Torak. The guy's a prettyboy, after all.