FIC: THUNDER ONLY HAPPENS WHEN IT'S RAINING (11/?)
Title: Thunder only happens when it's raining
Author: zagadka4_lj
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: PG 17
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Legend of The Seeker and this was written for enjoyment; certainly mine, hopefully yours.
Summary: Set immediatly after Tears.
When the Keeper was defeated, it seemed that life should start again with happiness and joy, but now Kahlan was feeling only woe and sadness. Along the way toward home, things go awry for the Seeker and his band. They are forced to take paths which will bring them to face what future holds and deal with events from the past. Kahlan will find out that love has many sides and shapes.
Words Count: 1916
A/N: This is my very first writing work and for this reason my style and my skill with english will change as the chapters go by (hopefully improving...)
I consider this fic as my personal version of season 3 and it is entirely based on the TV Show also because I haven't read the books. The title of the fic and of the chapters are all titles or verses taken from songs of my favorite band The Corrs.
I am posting this story also on Fanfiction.net (username zagadka4); my aim is to catch up here and then proceed at the same pace on both sites.
Chapter 11 - The heart of intrigue
(Verse from the song “No good for me”)
Cara jumped upright, quickly turning around and shielding Kahlan's body with hers. Agiels instantly held in her hands, but somberly silent and without the soft humming which usually declared her thirst of blood. Darken laughed, a look of bemusement creeping across her face as he scoffed her.
"Such a soft, pathetic creature you've grown into, Cara.” Rahl purred, smiling at the Mord-Sith. “Don't you see that the Mother Confessor is dead? It's absolutely useless to keep that defensive posture, my dear. I can't harm her anymore. She is the Keeper's whore now." Cara gritted her teeth in rage, feeling a pierce to the heart and increasing the grip on her mute weapons.
"Oh, and if you've failed to notice it, your Agiels aren't working at the moment." He added perfidiously, pointing his index to her useless blood-red leather rods.
"If you are here to finish me, come on!" Cara yelled, challenging the man in front of her. "I'm waiting for you. Let's see if you have the guts to fight with me without a dozen Mord-Sith protecting you." After all this was an unrepeatable emergency exit she was given, to escape the pain tearing her apart.
"Who told you I'm here alone?" He asked, raising one eyebrow.
At the same moment, nine Mord-Sith and a Sister of the Dark approached, flanking him in a casual manner; the women in leathers proudly holding their chins high. Cara counted them instantly, as per her warrior’s habit, to weigh her chances of victory. The blonde mused that it was an unusual number, because Sisters of the Agiel always moved in quads. But the ninth was very close to the Sister of the Dark: it seemed that the former was body-guarding the latter. Cara looked intensely at the red-veiled woman and thought that she was odder than the Sisters she had meet so far. It seemed that a spider bit her, since she was constantly moving from one foot to the other, scratching her arm, fumbling with her dress, puffing air behind her veil. It was definitely driving headache! And the black braided Mord-Sith bodyguard was probably thinking the same thing, judging from the glaring looks she was sending to her protected.
“I should have known I couldn’t expect a loyal fight with you Rahl.” Cara lifted her own chin and challenged the other women around her with louder threatening voice: “Who wants to be the first to square up with me?” She was rolling her inoffensive Agiels with her usual defying stance, impatient to begin the battle and to find someone against whom to slam her boiling rage.
“Ah Cara, always so impulsive… Why are you so sure I’m here to beat you?” Rahl spoke softly, stroking his bear; the amused smile never leaving his hideous face.
“I don't see any other reason for your filthy presence here.” She growled, spitting her contempt.
“You’re offending me. I’ve come to offer you my help.” He mocked her with pretended disappointment.
Under her impassive face, Cara was confused. Darken Rahl wasn’t the kind of man to trifle with and now he was moving in his typical deceitful way: he wanted to talk to her instead of instantly killing her, which thing he could do more or less easily, since she was outnumbered and powerless. Her former Lord had a plan in his head and that would likely meant nothing good.
“I don’t think you crawled out from your hideout, only to offer me your charity. What do you exactly want from me?” She inquired ragingly.
“At least the Seeker’s influence hasn’t lessened your perspicacity.” Rahl seemed truly satisfied. “You will surrender and follow me without making a stand. If you will do so, Sister Amelia will remove the Magic Maze and you’ll have the chance to give the Breath of Life to your dear Mother Confessor.”
A beam of hope ripped the darkest stormy skies of Cara’s soul; if there was even the microscopic opportunity to bring Kahlan back to life, she needed to catch it, no matter what was the price. But she couldn’t simply trust Darken Rahl on his words; she needed to be careful and make sure that her unique shot didn’t go wasted. She did her best to maintain the aloofness on her features and hoped that her best was enough to seem convincing.
“You haven’t answered my question. What do you want from me?” At least her voice was steady.
“You are not in the position to bargain Cara. You should consider my offer before I take it back.” Rahl began to sound annoyed and the blonde slightly smiled; she was on the right way and needed to press him harder in the corner.
“You know me very well Darken. I blindly obey only to my true Lord Rahl and that isn’t you.” She teased him. “If you hazarded to stand up and be counted, then you must have a desperate need of my help. And I won’t move a step until you tell me what’s on your mind.” The tyrant deeply scowled in annoyance, but after a moment he relaxed his expression and replied:
“Always the same stubborn Cara. Don’t fool yourself thinking you are more cunning than me; I’m perfectly aware that you are bluffing. If you don’t want to take my offer, I’ll force you to collaborate, your friend will remain dead and your beloved Lord Rahl will hate you for failing the occasion to save her.”
Cara was disposed to pay the highest price to win this hand, so she sprinted, slipping Kahlan’s dagger from the body behind her and pointed it to her own throat. Slitting herself in that spot would mean to damage her body beyond revival with the Breath of Life.
“Take a step closer to me and you will never get from me what you want. Whatever it is.” This time Darken face turned pale and he clenched his jaw, flaring from his nostrils and balling his fists.
Sister Amelia broke off yelling “No!”
The blonde turned to her astonished: the red sorceress sounded truly concerned about the blonde’s fate. All this matter was strange and smelled like trick.
“Darken Rahl tell her the truth!” The Sister squeaked almost panic-stricken. “If she doesn’t choose freely to follow you, it won’t work. It’s your only chance.”
Darken glared at Amelia with fire in his eyes: how did that silly Sister dare to interfere with his negotiations? He appointed to himself that this woman should be soon taught to remain in her place. But now part of his own bluff was spoiled and he knew that Cara was too smart to be tricked after what she heard. So he partially surrendered and began to talk.
“You won Cara, I’ll tell you.” He planted his icy gaze directly in her eyes “I need you to save our son’s life.”
Cara’s jaw dropped. This was the second time someone talked to her about her son, after years during which his existence was wrapped in the deepest secret. After few heartbeats of utter confusion she fluttered her eyelids and regained control. She opened her mouth and barked:
“Don’t fool me Rahl I know the child is dead. You provided to kill him the day he was born.” She regretted words voiced more harshly than she wished, for she was showing some sort of concern about that matter.
“This is what I needed everyone to believe. Otherwise he would be in danger; you know I have many enemies. He’s alive and well hidden.”
“Why should you have kept the boy alive?” And why should you want a child in first instance? She abstained the second question, which had hassled her from time to time in the past years and especially in the recent days, after her speech with Zedd.
“It’s not your business to know the reasons of my decisions Mord-Sith.” His cold voice raised in volume and he took a step closer, making Cara wince and adjusting the dagger against her neck. The blade brushed on her skin and a drop of blood trickled down her chest. Darken’s eyes widened seeing this waste, but he schooled his face and calmed down, before going on talking.
“You want a proof that I’m telling the truth? Very well. Tell me Cara,” He started with that velvety insidious tone, which always was prelude of troubles. “what did you do when the Seeker was stabbed by the Mother Confessor at the Pillars of Creation?”
Cara quirked her eyebrows perplexed; what had this matter to do with her son?
“I gave him the Breath of Life, obviously.”
“And where do you think your powers were coming from, since my current body has not the Rahl’s magic and Richard was dead?” He retorted with a smug wicked smirk.
Cara remained gaping and totally at a loss of words…
She hadn’t realized this detail so far. But Darken was right, there must be another Rahl alive somewhere. He pressed her, seeing how his words had reached the aim.
“Recently someone cursed the boy and he can be healed only with the blood of his parents given willingly.”
“The Unloved Ones Curse…” She muttered.
“I’m impressed Cara.” He declared sincerely surprised. “The Wizard gave you lessons of D’Haran history? Very few people know about this curse and its story. If you do, then you’ll also know that I cannot heal him, because the blood running through my veins is not my own.” He took a step closer, narrowing his look on his prey. “And this leads me to you.”
“Why do you want him alive? And why is a Sister of the Dark by your side? Doesn’t she remember you betrayed her Lord, the Keeper?” The encircled Mord-Sith asked, increasing the grip on the dagger and trying to get the most information possible to compose the tangled puzzle in her mind about this absurd situation.
“You’re teasing your luck Cara.” Darken replied annoyed, but with the hint of a smirk lurking at the edge of his lips. The slight tremble in Cara's voice was now unmistakable. “I can’t explain you the reasons of the Keeper, whose wisdom overhang human comprehension, but if he wants his servants by my side, who am I to refuse such a gift?”
The blonde frowned in distaste: she had hoped she got rid of that kind of depraved red nuns, who provoked never ending troubles in the Seeker’s path, with their damn flying razor. Including Kahlan’s death, for which they would pay with pain; slowly and mercilessly.
“About the boy,” Darken went on. “as I already told you, it’s not your business. But if you want to keep on placing question, make yourself comfortable.” He smiled viciously, tilting his head toward the pale woman lifelessly lying behind Cara. “In the meantime, the body of the Mother Confessor grows colder and colder.”
Cara gritted her teeth and growled a curse: time wasn’t by her side. He smiled wider and rubbed his hands satisfied, savoring the sweet taste of the victory about to be proclaimed.
“Now that I’ve silenced your lovely insolent mouth, can I deduce we have a deal?” He added in triumphant tone.
Cara dropped her head in defeat and spitted unwillingly:
“Yes.”
Author: zagadka4_lj
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: PG 17
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Legend of The Seeker and this was written for enjoyment; certainly mine, hopefully yours.
Summary: Set immediatly after Tears.
When the Keeper was defeated, it seemed that life should start again with happiness and joy, but now Kahlan was feeling only woe and sadness. Along the way toward home, things go awry for the Seeker and his band. They are forced to take paths which will bring them to face what future holds and deal with events from the past. Kahlan will find out that love has many sides and shapes.
Words Count: 1916
A/N: This is my very first writing work and for this reason my style and my skill with english will change as the chapters go by (hopefully improving...)
I consider this fic as my personal version of season 3 and it is entirely based on the TV Show also because I haven't read the books. The title of the fic and of the chapters are all titles or verses taken from songs of my favorite band The Corrs.
I am posting this story also on Fanfiction.net (username zagadka4); my aim is to catch up here and then proceed at the same pace on both sites.
Chapter 11 - The heart of intrigue
(Verse from the song “No good for me”)
Cara jumped upright, quickly turning around and shielding Kahlan's body with hers. Agiels instantly held in her hands, but somberly silent and without the soft humming which usually declared her thirst of blood. Darken laughed, a look of bemusement creeping across her face as he scoffed her.
"Such a soft, pathetic creature you've grown into, Cara.” Rahl purred, smiling at the Mord-Sith. “Don't you see that the Mother Confessor is dead? It's absolutely useless to keep that defensive posture, my dear. I can't harm her anymore. She is the Keeper's whore now." Cara gritted her teeth in rage, feeling a pierce to the heart and increasing the grip on her mute weapons.
"Oh, and if you've failed to notice it, your Agiels aren't working at the moment." He added perfidiously, pointing his index to her useless blood-red leather rods.
"If you are here to finish me, come on!" Cara yelled, challenging the man in front of her. "I'm waiting for you. Let's see if you have the guts to fight with me without a dozen Mord-Sith protecting you." After all this was an unrepeatable emergency exit she was given, to escape the pain tearing her apart.
"Who told you I'm here alone?" He asked, raising one eyebrow.
At the same moment, nine Mord-Sith and a Sister of the Dark approached, flanking him in a casual manner; the women in leathers proudly holding their chins high. Cara counted them instantly, as per her warrior’s habit, to weigh her chances of victory. The blonde mused that it was an unusual number, because Sisters of the Agiel always moved in quads. But the ninth was very close to the Sister of the Dark: it seemed that the former was body-guarding the latter. Cara looked intensely at the red-veiled woman and thought that she was odder than the Sisters she had meet so far. It seemed that a spider bit her, since she was constantly moving from one foot to the other, scratching her arm, fumbling with her dress, puffing air behind her veil. It was definitely driving headache! And the black braided Mord-Sith bodyguard was probably thinking the same thing, judging from the glaring looks she was sending to her protected.
“I should have known I couldn’t expect a loyal fight with you Rahl.” Cara lifted her own chin and challenged the other women around her with louder threatening voice: “Who wants to be the first to square up with me?” She was rolling her inoffensive Agiels with her usual defying stance, impatient to begin the battle and to find someone against whom to slam her boiling rage.
“Ah Cara, always so impulsive… Why are you so sure I’m here to beat you?” Rahl spoke softly, stroking his bear; the amused smile never leaving his hideous face.
“I don't see any other reason for your filthy presence here.” She growled, spitting her contempt.
“You’re offending me. I’ve come to offer you my help.” He mocked her with pretended disappointment.
Under her impassive face, Cara was confused. Darken Rahl wasn’t the kind of man to trifle with and now he was moving in his typical deceitful way: he wanted to talk to her instead of instantly killing her, which thing he could do more or less easily, since she was outnumbered and powerless. Her former Lord had a plan in his head and that would likely meant nothing good.
“I don’t think you crawled out from your hideout, only to offer me your charity. What do you exactly want from me?” She inquired ragingly.
“At least the Seeker’s influence hasn’t lessened your perspicacity.” Rahl seemed truly satisfied. “You will surrender and follow me without making a stand. If you will do so, Sister Amelia will remove the Magic Maze and you’ll have the chance to give the Breath of Life to your dear Mother Confessor.”
A beam of hope ripped the darkest stormy skies of Cara’s soul; if there was even the microscopic opportunity to bring Kahlan back to life, she needed to catch it, no matter what was the price. But she couldn’t simply trust Darken Rahl on his words; she needed to be careful and make sure that her unique shot didn’t go wasted. She did her best to maintain the aloofness on her features and hoped that her best was enough to seem convincing.
“You haven’t answered my question. What do you want from me?” At least her voice was steady.
“You are not in the position to bargain Cara. You should consider my offer before I take it back.” Rahl began to sound annoyed and the blonde slightly smiled; she was on the right way and needed to press him harder in the corner.
“You know me very well Darken. I blindly obey only to my true Lord Rahl and that isn’t you.” She teased him. “If you hazarded to stand up and be counted, then you must have a desperate need of my help. And I won’t move a step until you tell me what’s on your mind.” The tyrant deeply scowled in annoyance, but after a moment he relaxed his expression and replied:
“Always the same stubborn Cara. Don’t fool yourself thinking you are more cunning than me; I’m perfectly aware that you are bluffing. If you don’t want to take my offer, I’ll force you to collaborate, your friend will remain dead and your beloved Lord Rahl will hate you for failing the occasion to save her.”
Cara was disposed to pay the highest price to win this hand, so she sprinted, slipping Kahlan’s dagger from the body behind her and pointed it to her own throat. Slitting herself in that spot would mean to damage her body beyond revival with the Breath of Life.
“Take a step closer to me and you will never get from me what you want. Whatever it is.” This time Darken face turned pale and he clenched his jaw, flaring from his nostrils and balling his fists.
Sister Amelia broke off yelling “No!”
The blonde turned to her astonished: the red sorceress sounded truly concerned about the blonde’s fate. All this matter was strange and smelled like trick.
“Darken Rahl tell her the truth!” The Sister squeaked almost panic-stricken. “If she doesn’t choose freely to follow you, it won’t work. It’s your only chance.”
Darken glared at Amelia with fire in his eyes: how did that silly Sister dare to interfere with his negotiations? He appointed to himself that this woman should be soon taught to remain in her place. But now part of his own bluff was spoiled and he knew that Cara was too smart to be tricked after what she heard. So he partially surrendered and began to talk.
“You won Cara, I’ll tell you.” He planted his icy gaze directly in her eyes “I need you to save our son’s life.”
Cara’s jaw dropped. This was the second time someone talked to her about her son, after years during which his existence was wrapped in the deepest secret. After few heartbeats of utter confusion she fluttered her eyelids and regained control. She opened her mouth and barked:
“Don’t fool me Rahl I know the child is dead. You provided to kill him the day he was born.” She regretted words voiced more harshly than she wished, for she was showing some sort of concern about that matter.
“This is what I needed everyone to believe. Otherwise he would be in danger; you know I have many enemies. He’s alive and well hidden.”
“Why should you have kept the boy alive?” And why should you want a child in first instance? She abstained the second question, which had hassled her from time to time in the past years and especially in the recent days, after her speech with Zedd.
“It’s not your business to know the reasons of my decisions Mord-Sith.” His cold voice raised in volume and he took a step closer, making Cara wince and adjusting the dagger against her neck. The blade brushed on her skin and a drop of blood trickled down her chest. Darken’s eyes widened seeing this waste, but he schooled his face and calmed down, before going on talking.
“You want a proof that I’m telling the truth? Very well. Tell me Cara,” He started with that velvety insidious tone, which always was prelude of troubles. “what did you do when the Seeker was stabbed by the Mother Confessor at the Pillars of Creation?”
Cara quirked her eyebrows perplexed; what had this matter to do with her son?
“I gave him the Breath of Life, obviously.”
“And where do you think your powers were coming from, since my current body has not the Rahl’s magic and Richard was dead?” He retorted with a smug wicked smirk.
Cara remained gaping and totally at a loss of words…
She hadn’t realized this detail so far. But Darken was right, there must be another Rahl alive somewhere. He pressed her, seeing how his words had reached the aim.
“Recently someone cursed the boy and he can be healed only with the blood of his parents given willingly.”
“The Unloved Ones Curse…” She muttered.
“I’m impressed Cara.” He declared sincerely surprised. “The Wizard gave you lessons of D’Haran history? Very few people know about this curse and its story. If you do, then you’ll also know that I cannot heal him, because the blood running through my veins is not my own.” He took a step closer, narrowing his look on his prey. “And this leads me to you.”
“Why do you want him alive? And why is a Sister of the Dark by your side? Doesn’t she remember you betrayed her Lord, the Keeper?” The encircled Mord-Sith asked, increasing the grip on the dagger and trying to get the most information possible to compose the tangled puzzle in her mind about this absurd situation.
“You’re teasing your luck Cara.” Darken replied annoyed, but with the hint of a smirk lurking at the edge of his lips. The slight tremble in Cara's voice was now unmistakable. “I can’t explain you the reasons of the Keeper, whose wisdom overhang human comprehension, but if he wants his servants by my side, who am I to refuse such a gift?”
The blonde frowned in distaste: she had hoped she got rid of that kind of depraved red nuns, who provoked never ending troubles in the Seeker’s path, with their damn flying razor. Including Kahlan’s death, for which they would pay with pain; slowly and mercilessly.
“About the boy,” Darken went on. “as I already told you, it’s not your business. But if you want to keep on placing question, make yourself comfortable.” He smiled viciously, tilting his head toward the pale woman lifelessly lying behind Cara. “In the meantime, the body of the Mother Confessor grows colder and colder.”
Cara gritted her teeth and growled a curse: time wasn’t by her side. He smiled wider and rubbed his hands satisfied, savoring the sweet taste of the victory about to be proclaimed.
“Now that I’ve silenced your lovely insolent mouth, can I deduce we have a deal?” He added in triumphant tone.
Cara dropped her head in defeat and spitted unwillingly:
“Yes.”