Untouched chapter 1
Untouched chapter 1
Title: Untouched chapter 1
Authoress: Magdalenara
Rating: PG-13, well, it may change for later chapters
Pairings: Richard/Kahlan, Cara, Zedd............
Warnings: invention of new characters(Cellist/Griffith)
Summary: What if Kahlan was not the last of her kind?
This FanFiction is about the young Confessor Cellist who joins the group to find the Stone of Tears,
on their way, the young woman has to learn about many things, about friendship, about trusting
other people, and, of course, about the power of love.......
English is no my mother tongue, so please, don't hate me for possible mistakes.....^^
I do not own Legend of the Seeker and the characters and so on........(well, unfortunately not....)
Untouched
Prologue
A Confessor is not touched by any feeling.
She stands above all over rules and above all other feelings.
Her heart is only consumed by her duty to serve the people of the Midlands and the mission to protect the Seeker, her heart should never be touched by any feeling.
Not by anger, nor by hatred, nor by jealousy, nor by love.
She is a woman and even more than a woman, she is a symbol, untouched like a statue und just and kind, but never possessed by her feelings.
She should never give herself in these feelings but to hide them behind the mask of a Confessor.
A Confessor is not touched by any feeling.
Her name is Justice and Wisdom, Kindness and Loyalty- and her word is final.
Over centuries peace only came from her hand, and the people respected her word, they honoured her, adored and worshipped her, and some even feared her- but no one ever loved her.
A Confessor is not a person to be loved, she is sacred in her position and her duty, you can only adore and love her in keeping the distance towards the person.
Because a Confessor could never return these feelings.
A Confessor is not touched by any feeling.
The Holy Code of Aydindril
The Laws of a Confessor
1.The Girl in the Woods
The sun broke slowly and bright through the branches of the sacred and ancient trees, still and without a sound the sun shaved strange and old figures and symbols in the bark of the trees, while the four travellers passed another great Oak.
“I really don't understand why we have to find this girl.
I mean Lord Rahl already got his Confessor.”.
Kahlan who walked next to Richard began to smile softly about her words, before she turned around while keep on walking.
“Because, Cara, if I am not the last of my kind, then I have to find this other Confessor and to protect and train her.
If something happens to me.........”.
“Nothing is going to happen to you.
I won't allow it.”, Richard protested as usual when she was saying something about harm coming over her and as usual she had to smile about his overprotective nature.
“If something happens to me, she must take my place............at the side of the Seeker.”, finally, she brought her sentence to his end, while her eyes followed the fallen leaves on the ground.
She would probably do anything to not have to look into Richard's eyes now, she could almost feel his pain physically when she was talking about leaving his side.......in one way or another.
“Hopefully she is not such a disappointment as Annabelle was.”, Zedd's wise voice from the background penetrated to her ears and she sighed hopefully while her gaze seemed to look into another time.
“No, she is a good girl, quite smart and wise for her age, sometimes I thought, she might be too smart.
She has a good heart, a heart that only beats for her duty as a Confessor.
No, she is definitely not like Annabelle, in no kind of way.”, Kahlan put heavy emphasis on the last sentence while she was thinking back to the little adventure with the other young Confessor who was............... well, not as dutiful as she should have been.
The picture of a confessed Seeker, of a lost Richard still haunted her in her dreams.
“No, she is definitely not like her.”, she repeated softly while her gaze followed Richard's self-confident step and his slightly graceful movements which reminded her immediately at his experiences as a woods guide.
“Sounds as if you know her.”.
“I knew her.”, Richard lifted his eyes to her glance while she was speaking so..............so full of bitterness, did he just see tears in her eyes?
But Kahlan seemed to recognize his concerned look and so she looked up and straight ahead when she tried to speak happier of an old friend.
“Her name is Cellist Easton.
She must be now 16 or 17, I am not quite sure about her exact age.
I knew her parents very well, her mother was a good friend of mine, she was even one of the Confessors who trained me on their own.”, Kahlan's voice was low but still loudly enough to be understood by her friends behind her, her look was full of the light of memory and when she was speaking again a little smile crossed her lips whereupon Richard was looking up to her eyes again.
“Her parents were the centre of a scandal, the subject of any gossip.
Because her mother didn't take a mate, she married the man she loved, without ever confessing him.”, Richard's eyes met her knowing glance but before she could kept on speaking, Richard interrupted her quietly.
“How is that possible?”, his look was intense and seemingly none of them was willingly to break the eye contact, it was one of this rare moments when it was possible to ignore their surroundings, no complaining Cara, no hungry wizard from behind, just the two of them, connected by a single, innocent but tender glance.
A suspicious cough from behind broke the magic of their moment apart and Kahlan gave Zedd an annoyed look before she kept on talking.
“Her mother was an impressive person, very popular and well honoured by the people of the Midlands, I never understood why she refused to take the position and title of a Mother Confessor, she would have been perfect.
Well, some of her..........patrons offered her a special present: a Rada'Han.
She never took it off, not for a single moment, maybe that was the reason for her doom...........”, while she was speaking her voice became lower and lower until Richard looked up at her last words, his eyes were narrowed out of his confusion.
“Her doom?”, he repeated suspiciously and tried to look into her eyes to get the truth out of her clear bright blue eyes but she avoided his look and paused in her walking.
“Later.”, she answered quietly while she was still avoiding his eyes whereupon she turned her eyes to a little cabin right in front of them.
The cabin looked quite old and slightly rotten but while it was bathed in the warmth of the sunlight it appeared as the most sacred place in this lands.
“We're here.”.
“So, that's where you Confessors used to live.
Not very impressing.”, Cara's comment on the living conditions of an old friend of her forced her to look around and to gave her companion a very, very angry gaze- well, if looks could kill.
But she took a deep breath and tried to ignore the little, angry voice in her head- what else could you ever expect from a Mord'Sith?
“She was forced into hiding, like we all were.
And not all of us can live in an exclusive temple full of servants.”, Kahlan ended her speaking with a meaningful look back to Cara who withstood her gaze with an expressionless face like she always did.
“You should try it one day, Mother Confessor.
You might like it.”, a cold, harsh smile crossed her unbelievably beautiful but lethal face but without reaching her eyes which looked distrustful as ever.
“One Day is still far away, Cara, and right here and now we just have this.
Scared, you might like that?”, Kahlan's face reached a teasing smile while she was speaking but Cara didn't go further into her words, she just raised her left eyebrow in a questioning manner.
“A Mord'Sith does not fear a thing.”.
Their little............well, argument was interrupted by a little figure who opened the door of the cabin and stepped outside of her house.
She wore a very simple dress, tight sleeves to the elbows, a slightly low neckline and a wide skirt so she could move- and run- easily if it is necessary, the dress was coloured in a bright grey tone which suited her skin tone, a hint of cinnamon, and her long fire-red hair which flowed down her back, simply tied together.
She had not recognized the visitors yet and continued her work as usual.
In front of her house was a little garden, full of every possible fruit and herbal to survive even the cruellest winter, it suited the harmony of this little place very well, this place which looked like it has never heard of the horrors of this world, never seen the brutality of the tyranny of Darken Rahl or the threats of the Underworld.
The little figure rushed humming and whistling to the well in the back of the garden to fill her buckets, she had to water the earth today: Sowing Season.........
She just has filled the first bucket when she recognized the four figures who were standing at the edge of the clearing, that clearing at which her cabin was set.
Her eyes widened in shock while she was seemingly frozen into her current movement, the full bucket still captured in the arch formed by her two arms, no breath escaped her lips while her heart apparently tried to win a marathon.
Then, she finally raised and got up, the bucket still in the hold of her tensed arms, her legs moved slightly backwards, tried to lead her whole body towards the safeness of the old cabin.
Obviously, she made preparations to flee back into the house, but then, seemingly she changed her mind, because her feet changed the direction and turned her whole body towards the travellers again.
She was breathing uncontrolled and her eyes were still widened in shock when she opened her mouth to make a sound.
“It's you, Kahlan, isn't it?”, she asked purely hypothetical and Kahlan's face crossed a warm and motherly smile while she made a step towards the girl.
“Yes, it's me, Child.”
Kahlan made some steps further to the girl who still focused the others with a suspicious look, observing her surroundings for any dangers.
In front of the girl, Kahlan paused in her walking while her lips widened in a friendly and trusting way.
“It's been a long time, Cellist.”, she said in a soft and low but motherly tone whereupon she reached one hand out to the girl opposite her, but Cellist twitched back and followed her hand movement distrustful.
“Ten years, Kahlan, that's a bit more than a long time.”, she continued with an unsympathetic, cold look in her eyes and now while both women stood in the light of the clearing, Kahlan recognized that the eyes of the girl were not of the same colour.
The left eye shined in a cold steel blue, just as blue as her own eyes, but the right one was green in its colour, no bright grass green, but the green of a dark oak leaf on a cloudy day.
But even when both eyes were not of the same colour, both looked quite cold and unfriendly, in the same way.
“I did what I had to do.”, Kahlan answered disappointed, but what else could she has expected from her? Lovely hugs? Certainly not.
Cellist lifted her head in a proud manner, cold steel grew out of her eyes but she didn't go further into her anger but turned her eyes instead to the other companions, her strong, sharp gaze focused Richard and Kahlan turned around as well to follow Cellist's glance.
“So, that's him, the Seeker.
I expected...........well, I am not quite sure what I expected, I guess I expected just a bit..........more.”.
Kahlan followed her sceptical glance and observed Richard from head to toe just as Cellist did, while Richard looked back at them, confused and contemptuously.
For a while, they just exchanged glances while Kahlan constantly looked from Richard to Cellist and back again before she finally raised her voice in a hopefully manner.
“It'll do.”
Cellist snorted contemptuously, before a smile crossed her face and it was an honest one which expressed the full kindness of her soul even when her words sounded just as hard as before.
“That's what you said last time.”.
But she left her place next to Kahlan and started moving towards the others while Kahlan was following her silently and with a bright shining in her blue eyes.
She paused in her walking right in front of Richard and watched his shape disparaging but with a witty smile around her lips, before she bowed very formally before him.
“It's a pleasure to meet the Seeker.”.
“It's a pleasure to meet you, too, Cellist, every friend of Kahlan is a friend of mine as well.”.
Cellist snorted smilingly about his words, but she didn't go further into his kindness.
Next, her eyes caught Zedd and he stepped forward with a friendly and warm smile, like he always did, but maybe that was just because he smelled the lovely taste of a soup coming right out of the cabin.
“What do we got here?
A Wizard of the First Order.”, just as she did for Richard, she bowed before Zedd, though not as deep as she did previously but still kind and respectful.
At the end, she faced Cara who watched her suspiciously and distrustfully just as Cellist looked at her whereupon she turned slowly to Kahlan.
“A Mord'Sith?”, she asked purely hypothetical.
“Well, Richard trust her.......”.
“I don't give a damn about who the Seeker trusts!”, she spoke out loudly and all present people twitched back, except of course, Cara and Cellist, whereupon Richard and Zedd gave Kahlan a questioning look which she simply ignored while Cellist was turning towards her again.
“Do you trust her?”, was all she asked in a sceptical sense and Kahlan was thinking about the question for a while before she answered without hesitation.
“I trust her with my life.”.
Cellist laughed contemptuously before she took a step towards the Mord'Sith and also gave her the honour of bowing before her.
“I am honestly pleased to meet you....”.
“Cara.”, she answered in response to the obvious question in the eye of the young woman.
“I am pleased to meet you, Cara.
I have always respected the work of a Mord'Sith, you did great things, terrible things for sure, but great things anyway.
I would be extraordinary honoured if you could show me someday the pleasures of your skills.”.
Cara's face crossed a seldom smile, an honest one while her eyes focused on the shape of the young woman opposite her who withstood her glance diplomatically.
“Oh, I assure you I will.”.
Cellist smiled in response and turned towards the others again who looked at her quite shocked after that statement before her eyes took a short look to the sky above her and she said: “Let's get inside.
Rain is coming.”
The inside of the cabin was just as unimpressive as it looked from the outside.
It was small and tight, just a little sunlight came through the small and dirty windows while the furnishings looked like the rotten possessions of rats and the companions were not quite sure if it was safe to sit down on these chairs.
But the brave heroes didn't miss the change to prove their courage and sat down while Cellist was serving hot tea and even soup for the impatient wizard to her left.
“It's nice.”, Cara said after a meaningful look of the Mother Confessor.
“Thank you.”, the response seemed stiff but though it was honest, Cellist was about to refill the cup of the Mother Confessor when she was looking straight into the eyes of the younger woman.
“You're not wearing the Confessor's robe.”.
“It's too dangerous at these days.”.
Kahlan frowned her forehead while she was thinking about that statement.
“Darken Rahl is defeated.
There is nothing a Confessor has to fear at these days.”.
“When I was talking about dangers, I was not talking about Darken Rahl.”, Cellist offered her a witty smile which left Kahlan speechless but she refused to say something to counter.
“But you're right, Darken Rahl is defeated and we all could..............feel his end.
It was as if some dark pressure was lifted off our souls, we could breathe more easier again.
For that, I guess, I have to thank the Seeker.”, Cellist was speaking again and turned her eyes for a moment towards Richard while she was speaking and he smiled shyly in return.
“I guess, you have an idea why we are here.”, Cellist turned her attention back to Kahlan when she has started to speak but under the strength of the look of the younger woman Kahlan could not withstood these two strange, different eyes.
“Yes, I have an idea why you are here, now.
But let me ask you a question: It was the Seeker's mission to defeat Darken Rahl and like you just said, the tyrant has been defeated.
So, where to next, Seeker?
What is your mission, now, after all, you did what you were asked to do?”, the sceptical voice of the young Confessor filled the thick air of the little cabin and left the other people speechless, Kahlan was the first who tried to break through the silence, but instead of speaking she gave Richard a meaningful look and so he knew it was his turn again to speak, as the Seeker he was the leader, in every kind of sense.
“When I was destroying Rahl I did it by using the magic of the Boxes of Orden, but they have been destroyed and because of that.........well..........somehow..........there is a rift in the underworld now, all right?!
And we have to seal this rift by using the Stone of Tears or........or every living thing is going to be perished from this earth!”, Richard's face looked quite helplessly by explaining the obvious misery which affected all of them, unfortunately it was him who unleashed all this misery.
“Well, that's................new.
Congratulations.
But Wizard's Second Rule, right?!
The greatest harm can result from the best intentions ”, the four friends looked shocked to the young woman standing in the middle of the cabin while she was joking about the faith of the world if it was not going to affect her.
Kahlan sighed heavily whereupon she made a step towards Cellist before she broke the shocked silence again.
“I do get it if you don't want to abandon your home......”.
“I am a Confessor and I know my duty.
I am willingly to sacrifice everything I have and everything I am to protect the Seeker and to serve your mission.
You won't get rid of me, Kahlan.”.
“Well, then it's decided.
I welcome you to our mission.”, both women smiled at each other, it was the first time they both got the feeling back they had in the good old days, no threats, no missions, just the luxury of childhood.
When do we start?”, Cellist's question made Kahlan's smile grew wider.
“Now.”.
“I would prefer we start after eating something, I guess, all of us are about to starve.”, Zedd's objection led the attention back to the wizard who was leaned over his soup desperately eating.
“Obviously.”, Cellist remarked with a sceptical raised eyebrow before she turned back to Kahlan for a last but yet important matter, when she began to speak again her voice was now of a low and mystical tone which made Richard shiver.
“Give me your hand, Mother Confessor.
I want to learn from you.
I learn quickly.”.
“Yes, you will, Child, yes, you will.”.
Title: Untouched chapter 1
Authoress: Magdalenara
Rating: PG-13, well, it may change for later chapters
Pairings: Richard/Kahlan, Cara, Zedd............
Warnings: invention of new characters(Cellist/Griffith)
Summary: What if Kahlan was not the last of her kind?
This FanFiction is about the young Confessor Cellist who joins the group to find the Stone of Tears,
on their way, the young woman has to learn about many things, about friendship, about trusting
other people, and, of course, about the power of love.......
English is no my mother tongue, so please, don't hate me for possible mistakes.....^^
I do not own Legend of the Seeker and the characters and so on........(well, unfortunately not....)
Untouched
Prologue
A Confessor is not touched by any feeling.
She stands above all over rules and above all other feelings.
Her heart is only consumed by her duty to serve the people of the Midlands and the mission to protect the Seeker, her heart should never be touched by any feeling.
Not by anger, nor by hatred, nor by jealousy, nor by love.
She is a woman and even more than a woman, she is a symbol, untouched like a statue und just and kind, but never possessed by her feelings.
She should never give herself in these feelings but to hide them behind the mask of a Confessor.
A Confessor is not touched by any feeling.
Her name is Justice and Wisdom, Kindness and Loyalty- and her word is final.
Over centuries peace only came from her hand, and the people respected her word, they honoured her, adored and worshipped her, and some even feared her- but no one ever loved her.
A Confessor is not a person to be loved, she is sacred in her position and her duty, you can only adore and love her in keeping the distance towards the person.
Because a Confessor could never return these feelings.
A Confessor is not touched by any feeling.
The Holy Code of Aydindril
The Laws of a Confessor
1.The Girl in the Woods
The sun broke slowly and bright through the branches of the sacred and ancient trees, still and without a sound the sun shaved strange and old figures and symbols in the bark of the trees, while the four travellers passed another great Oak.
“I really don't understand why we have to find this girl.
I mean Lord Rahl already got his Confessor.”.
Kahlan who walked next to Richard began to smile softly about her words, before she turned around while keep on walking.
“Because, Cara, if I am not the last of my kind, then I have to find this other Confessor and to protect and train her.
If something happens to me.........”.
“Nothing is going to happen to you.
I won't allow it.”, Richard protested as usual when she was saying something about harm coming over her and as usual she had to smile about his overprotective nature.
“If something happens to me, she must take my place............at the side of the Seeker.”, finally, she brought her sentence to his end, while her eyes followed the fallen leaves on the ground.
She would probably do anything to not have to look into Richard's eyes now, she could almost feel his pain physically when she was talking about leaving his side.......in one way or another.
“Hopefully she is not such a disappointment as Annabelle was.”, Zedd's wise voice from the background penetrated to her ears and she sighed hopefully while her gaze seemed to look into another time.
“No, she is a good girl, quite smart and wise for her age, sometimes I thought, she might be too smart.
She has a good heart, a heart that only beats for her duty as a Confessor.
No, she is definitely not like Annabelle, in no kind of way.”, Kahlan put heavy emphasis on the last sentence while she was thinking back to the little adventure with the other young Confessor who was............... well, not as dutiful as she should have been.
The picture of a confessed Seeker, of a lost Richard still haunted her in her dreams.
“No, she is definitely not like her.”, she repeated softly while her gaze followed Richard's self-confident step and his slightly graceful movements which reminded her immediately at his experiences as a woods guide.
“Sounds as if you know her.”.
“I knew her.”, Richard lifted his eyes to her glance while she was speaking so..............so full of bitterness, did he just see tears in her eyes?
But Kahlan seemed to recognize his concerned look and so she looked up and straight ahead when she tried to speak happier of an old friend.
“Her name is Cellist Easton.
She must be now 16 or 17, I am not quite sure about her exact age.
I knew her parents very well, her mother was a good friend of mine, she was even one of the Confessors who trained me on their own.”, Kahlan's voice was low but still loudly enough to be understood by her friends behind her, her look was full of the light of memory and when she was speaking again a little smile crossed her lips whereupon Richard was looking up to her eyes again.
“Her parents were the centre of a scandal, the subject of any gossip.
Because her mother didn't take a mate, she married the man she loved, without ever confessing him.”, Richard's eyes met her knowing glance but before she could kept on speaking, Richard interrupted her quietly.
“How is that possible?”, his look was intense and seemingly none of them was willingly to break the eye contact, it was one of this rare moments when it was possible to ignore their surroundings, no complaining Cara, no hungry wizard from behind, just the two of them, connected by a single, innocent but tender glance.
A suspicious cough from behind broke the magic of their moment apart and Kahlan gave Zedd an annoyed look before she kept on talking.
“Her mother was an impressive person, very popular and well honoured by the people of the Midlands, I never understood why she refused to take the position and title of a Mother Confessor, she would have been perfect.
Well, some of her..........patrons offered her a special present: a Rada'Han.
She never took it off, not for a single moment, maybe that was the reason for her doom...........”, while she was speaking her voice became lower and lower until Richard looked up at her last words, his eyes were narrowed out of his confusion.
“Her doom?”, he repeated suspiciously and tried to look into her eyes to get the truth out of her clear bright blue eyes but she avoided his look and paused in her walking.
“Later.”, she answered quietly while she was still avoiding his eyes whereupon she turned her eyes to a little cabin right in front of them.
The cabin looked quite old and slightly rotten but while it was bathed in the warmth of the sunlight it appeared as the most sacred place in this lands.
“We're here.”.
“So, that's where you Confessors used to live.
Not very impressing.”, Cara's comment on the living conditions of an old friend of her forced her to look around and to gave her companion a very, very angry gaze- well, if looks could kill.
But she took a deep breath and tried to ignore the little, angry voice in her head- what else could you ever expect from a Mord'Sith?
“She was forced into hiding, like we all were.
And not all of us can live in an exclusive temple full of servants.”, Kahlan ended her speaking with a meaningful look back to Cara who withstood her gaze with an expressionless face like she always did.
“You should try it one day, Mother Confessor.
You might like it.”, a cold, harsh smile crossed her unbelievably beautiful but lethal face but without reaching her eyes which looked distrustful as ever.
“One Day is still far away, Cara, and right here and now we just have this.
Scared, you might like that?”, Kahlan's face reached a teasing smile while she was speaking but Cara didn't go further into her words, she just raised her left eyebrow in a questioning manner.
“A Mord'Sith does not fear a thing.”.
Their little............well, argument was interrupted by a little figure who opened the door of the cabin and stepped outside of her house.
She wore a very simple dress, tight sleeves to the elbows, a slightly low neckline and a wide skirt so she could move- and run- easily if it is necessary, the dress was coloured in a bright grey tone which suited her skin tone, a hint of cinnamon, and her long fire-red hair which flowed down her back, simply tied together.
She had not recognized the visitors yet and continued her work as usual.
In front of her house was a little garden, full of every possible fruit and herbal to survive even the cruellest winter, it suited the harmony of this little place very well, this place which looked like it has never heard of the horrors of this world, never seen the brutality of the tyranny of Darken Rahl or the threats of the Underworld.
The little figure rushed humming and whistling to the well in the back of the garden to fill her buckets, she had to water the earth today: Sowing Season.........
She just has filled the first bucket when she recognized the four figures who were standing at the edge of the clearing, that clearing at which her cabin was set.
Her eyes widened in shock while she was seemingly frozen into her current movement, the full bucket still captured in the arch formed by her two arms, no breath escaped her lips while her heart apparently tried to win a marathon.
Then, she finally raised and got up, the bucket still in the hold of her tensed arms, her legs moved slightly backwards, tried to lead her whole body towards the safeness of the old cabin.
Obviously, she made preparations to flee back into the house, but then, seemingly she changed her mind, because her feet changed the direction and turned her whole body towards the travellers again.
She was breathing uncontrolled and her eyes were still widened in shock when she opened her mouth to make a sound.
“It's you, Kahlan, isn't it?”, she asked purely hypothetical and Kahlan's face crossed a warm and motherly smile while she made a step towards the girl.
“Yes, it's me, Child.”
Kahlan made some steps further to the girl who still focused the others with a suspicious look, observing her surroundings for any dangers.
In front of the girl, Kahlan paused in her walking while her lips widened in a friendly and trusting way.
“It's been a long time, Cellist.”, she said in a soft and low but motherly tone whereupon she reached one hand out to the girl opposite her, but Cellist twitched back and followed her hand movement distrustful.
“Ten years, Kahlan, that's a bit more than a long time.”, she continued with an unsympathetic, cold look in her eyes and now while both women stood in the light of the clearing, Kahlan recognized that the eyes of the girl were not of the same colour.
The left eye shined in a cold steel blue, just as blue as her own eyes, but the right one was green in its colour, no bright grass green, but the green of a dark oak leaf on a cloudy day.
But even when both eyes were not of the same colour, both looked quite cold and unfriendly, in the same way.
“I did what I had to do.”, Kahlan answered disappointed, but what else could she has expected from her? Lovely hugs? Certainly not.
Cellist lifted her head in a proud manner, cold steel grew out of her eyes but she didn't go further into her anger but turned her eyes instead to the other companions, her strong, sharp gaze focused Richard and Kahlan turned around as well to follow Cellist's glance.
“So, that's him, the Seeker.
I expected...........well, I am not quite sure what I expected, I guess I expected just a bit..........more.”.
Kahlan followed her sceptical glance and observed Richard from head to toe just as Cellist did, while Richard looked back at them, confused and contemptuously.
For a while, they just exchanged glances while Kahlan constantly looked from Richard to Cellist and back again before she finally raised her voice in a hopefully manner.
“It'll do.”
Cellist snorted contemptuously, before a smile crossed her face and it was an honest one which expressed the full kindness of her soul even when her words sounded just as hard as before.
“That's what you said last time.”.
But she left her place next to Kahlan and started moving towards the others while Kahlan was following her silently and with a bright shining in her blue eyes.
She paused in her walking right in front of Richard and watched his shape disparaging but with a witty smile around her lips, before she bowed very formally before him.
“It's a pleasure to meet the Seeker.”.
“It's a pleasure to meet you, too, Cellist, every friend of Kahlan is a friend of mine as well.”.
Cellist snorted smilingly about his words, but she didn't go further into his kindness.
Next, her eyes caught Zedd and he stepped forward with a friendly and warm smile, like he always did, but maybe that was just because he smelled the lovely taste of a soup coming right out of the cabin.
“What do we got here?
A Wizard of the First Order.”, just as she did for Richard, she bowed before Zedd, though not as deep as she did previously but still kind and respectful.
At the end, she faced Cara who watched her suspiciously and distrustfully just as Cellist looked at her whereupon she turned slowly to Kahlan.
“A Mord'Sith?”, she asked purely hypothetical.
“Well, Richard trust her.......”.
“I don't give a damn about who the Seeker trusts!”, she spoke out loudly and all present people twitched back, except of course, Cara and Cellist, whereupon Richard and Zedd gave Kahlan a questioning look which she simply ignored while Cellist was turning towards her again.
“Do you trust her?”, was all she asked in a sceptical sense and Kahlan was thinking about the question for a while before she answered without hesitation.
“I trust her with my life.”.
Cellist laughed contemptuously before she took a step towards the Mord'Sith and also gave her the honour of bowing before her.
“I am honestly pleased to meet you....”.
“Cara.”, she answered in response to the obvious question in the eye of the young woman.
“I am pleased to meet you, Cara.
I have always respected the work of a Mord'Sith, you did great things, terrible things for sure, but great things anyway.
I would be extraordinary honoured if you could show me someday the pleasures of your skills.”.
Cara's face crossed a seldom smile, an honest one while her eyes focused on the shape of the young woman opposite her who withstood her glance diplomatically.
“Oh, I assure you I will.”.
Cellist smiled in response and turned towards the others again who looked at her quite shocked after that statement before her eyes took a short look to the sky above her and she said: “Let's get inside.
Rain is coming.”
The inside of the cabin was just as unimpressive as it looked from the outside.
It was small and tight, just a little sunlight came through the small and dirty windows while the furnishings looked like the rotten possessions of rats and the companions were not quite sure if it was safe to sit down on these chairs.
But the brave heroes didn't miss the change to prove their courage and sat down while Cellist was serving hot tea and even soup for the impatient wizard to her left.
“It's nice.”, Cara said after a meaningful look of the Mother Confessor.
“Thank you.”, the response seemed stiff but though it was honest, Cellist was about to refill the cup of the Mother Confessor when she was looking straight into the eyes of the younger woman.
“You're not wearing the Confessor's robe.”.
“It's too dangerous at these days.”.
Kahlan frowned her forehead while she was thinking about that statement.
“Darken Rahl is defeated.
There is nothing a Confessor has to fear at these days.”.
“When I was talking about dangers, I was not talking about Darken Rahl.”, Cellist offered her a witty smile which left Kahlan speechless but she refused to say something to counter.
“But you're right, Darken Rahl is defeated and we all could..............feel his end.
It was as if some dark pressure was lifted off our souls, we could breathe more easier again.
For that, I guess, I have to thank the Seeker.”, Cellist was speaking again and turned her eyes for a moment towards Richard while she was speaking and he smiled shyly in return.
“I guess, you have an idea why we are here.”, Cellist turned her attention back to Kahlan when she has started to speak but under the strength of the look of the younger woman Kahlan could not withstood these two strange, different eyes.
“Yes, I have an idea why you are here, now.
But let me ask you a question: It was the Seeker's mission to defeat Darken Rahl and like you just said, the tyrant has been defeated.
So, where to next, Seeker?
What is your mission, now, after all, you did what you were asked to do?”, the sceptical voice of the young Confessor filled the thick air of the little cabin and left the other people speechless, Kahlan was the first who tried to break through the silence, but instead of speaking she gave Richard a meaningful look and so he knew it was his turn again to speak, as the Seeker he was the leader, in every kind of sense.
“When I was destroying Rahl I did it by using the magic of the Boxes of Orden, but they have been destroyed and because of that.........well..........somehow..........there is a rift in the underworld now, all right?!
And we have to seal this rift by using the Stone of Tears or........or every living thing is going to be perished from this earth!”, Richard's face looked quite helplessly by explaining the obvious misery which affected all of them, unfortunately it was him who unleashed all this misery.
“Well, that's................new.
Congratulations.
But Wizard's Second Rule, right?!
The greatest harm can result from the best intentions ”, the four friends looked shocked to the young woman standing in the middle of the cabin while she was joking about the faith of the world if it was not going to affect her.
Kahlan sighed heavily whereupon she made a step towards Cellist before she broke the shocked silence again.
“I do get it if you don't want to abandon your home......”.
“I am a Confessor and I know my duty.
I am willingly to sacrifice everything I have and everything I am to protect the Seeker and to serve your mission.
You won't get rid of me, Kahlan.”.
“Well, then it's decided.
I welcome you to our mission.”, both women smiled at each other, it was the first time they both got the feeling back they had in the good old days, no threats, no missions, just the luxury of childhood.
When do we start?”, Cellist's question made Kahlan's smile grew wider.
“Now.”.
“I would prefer we start after eating something, I guess, all of us are about to starve.”, Zedd's objection led the attention back to the wizard who was leaned over his soup desperately eating.
“Obviously.”, Cellist remarked with a sceptical raised eyebrow before she turned back to Kahlan for a last but yet important matter, when she began to speak again her voice was now of a low and mystical tone which made Richard shiver.
“Give me your hand, Mother Confessor.
I want to learn from you.
I learn quickly.”.
“Yes, you will, Child, yes, you will.”.