FIC: THUNDER ONLY HAPPENS WHEN IT'S RAINING (13/?)
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: 2712
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 13 - The crystal vision
(Verse from the song “Dreams”)
Darken Rahl was satisfied in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time. Things were at last moving in the right way for him. He bent that bitch Cara on her proud knees, forced her to follow him and to do as he requested. It was an incomparable pleasure to see her reduced to obedience like a little scary lamb; her head bowing to him like she used to do once, even if now her face was a contorted mask of loathing, instead of the fierce portrait of eagerness and loyalty. But this deed earned him even more enjoyment.
And he would make sure that the enjoyment would become more concrete, once he broke her completely and returned her to the life she deserved: serving him and fighting for him among the ranks of his Mord-Sith; licking his boots and lavishing herself to please him in every possible way.
She had always turned him on in ways he hardly understood: perhaps it was her unbeatable strength, or her enormous pride, or maybe that unique stubbornness. Most likely all of those things combined with her gorgeous body and that angelic face of her. He was foretasting the moment he could put his hands on that fabulous piece of flesh to leave indelible marks on her body and soul, reminding her the place where she belonged and where her loyalty lied. But he had to wait.
After she was drained of all that blood to heal the boy, she died several times and was brought back by her sisters. Now she needed to regain strength to begin a new training session, which he was purposing to personally deal. He knew it wouldn’t take a long time waiting for her to recover, as she was strong.
The strongest.
That was the reason for which it was precisely her the one who was chosen to receive the highest honor a Mord-Sith couldn’t even imagine to be graced by: to carry the child of a Rahl in her womb.
Instead, the reasons for which he wanted a heir had nothing to do with love and the wish to become father, or the continuation of his dynasty; he had experienced enough of this bullshit with his own father and had no interest in siring his future murderer. What led him to this decision was an ambush he fell into, in Ravensberg.
Back then a group of rebels managed to intercept his route and attacked him and his escorting soldiers. Those badly equipped and barely battle-trained derelict hadn't any chance to beat a group of strapping experienced D’Haran soldiers and the Master of D’Hara didn’t even pay attention to the fray, keeping himself idly behind the front line.
But those little bastards had another plan: the fight was only a diversion, while the true weapon in their sleeves was a Quillion. One of them got close enough to him and opened the artifact; Rahl felt his powers sucked away from his body without possibility to react. In a fistful of seconds the tyrant realized that without his magic he had nothing: he would become weak and disarmed, he would lose the bond with his Mord-Sith and with his armies. He would not be able to reinforce himself with the devotions and would turn vulnerable and easy to be overthrown.
Luckily his trusted General Egremont stepped in and killed the man holding the Quillion, closing the object before it was too late. His soldiers swept away the other attackers and the accident was closed. But the tyrant kept on pondering that he needed to safeguard his magic power, otherwise he could fall into other traps like the one he had just escaped from and fall in disgrace.
His sorcerer Giller gave him the answer. Should Rahl lose his magic, this could be regained through an ancient spell, which needed the blood of a person whose soul was connected to his': a parent, a sibling or an heir. The first two choices were unlikely to realize, nonetheless he could obtain a child and keep him or her at hand. This solution required a very long time, because the baby had to be big and strong enough to make the spell work. This meant waiting for years and meant to find a potential mother who could measure up with the task and obtain a healthy and strong child.
Darken Rahl decided to invest in this project anyway and had no doubt in choosing Cara. The Master of D’Hara had her checked from Giller to ensure she could produce a worth heir: the response was more than positive and the Lord Rahl put himself immediately on the job to procreate a baby, who punctually arrived after nine months. The son was taken at birth and brought in a safe secret place.
Darken took care to arrange that nobody knew about the infant, silencing all who could be aware. But foolishly fell in the temptation to leave Cara alive: she was useful to him because she served him better alive than dead. She was the most trusted among his Mord-Sith and undoubtedly his favorite in bed. Darken thought that it was extremely unlikely that she could turn against him, much less decide to get back the creature who hadn't any connection with her, short for having dwelled for nine months inside her belly. Anyway he spread the voice that he killed the boy, so that even this possibility was prevented.
Many things had gone awry since those days, but now events were turning in the right direction for him. This child was his guarantee to regain his magic, even in a body that wasn’t a Rahl’s. The potion Sister Amelia prepared for the kid was working fine and the little creature was fast recovering his forces. Though Cara was a dirty traitor, Darken had to admit that she did a very good job: she produced a strong, beautiful and clever child. And most of all he had a very strong Rahl’s magic in himself, even if it wasn’t yet displayed.
The only thing bothering Rahl about the boy was the fact that he didn’t seem to have any inclination towards evil, thus he must have taken more from his mother than from his father. But it really didn’t matter, since the child was a mere vessel of flesh who had to die as soon as he was big enough to bear the spell that could give his father back his magic.
And that day would soon come.
Shota was disappointed.
She thought she was playing a solitaire, but she was mistaken. This was a chess match and not realizing this deed immediately, made her lose some pieces. But the game was far from over and sure as hell, she was an excellent strategist.
She cursed Darken Rahl’s child, but couldn’t use a spell that could kill him immediately, because without knowing the exact location of the target, the curse would never reach the boy. So she opted for a less deadly magic she was able to cast even without knowing where he was and fitting her purpose anyway, since the only possible cure was prevented to Rahl. Even so, it wasn’t easy to perform the enchantment and it took all of her ability: it was like throwing a stone in the sea, hoping to kill a fish. But she had a good aim and the boy was indeed promptly hit by the illness.
Shota thought herself she won, but she was brusquely forced to change her mind.
She would never expect Darken to manage finding and capturing the mother of this child, who turned out to be no less than Cara Mason, the Mord-Sith who betrayed him to veer her loyalty toward Richard Cypher Rahl, the Seeker. If Shota had known this fact before, she'd have opted for a different strategy, but now it was late for complaints.
It was unlikely that the former tyrant knew by himself about the nature the curse Shota cast and it was even more unlikely that he could obtain the potion to heal the boy on his own, given his current lack of magic. Someone was helping him and the witch's visions revealed her that the Sisters of the Dark were now on the game, on behalf of the Keeper and playing on Darken’s side. So Creator and Keeper were confronting in this chess game, probably sharing the same knowledge about events to come, and putting their allies on the board in the effort to bend the future in their preferred way.
Shota reviewed the vision she had weeks ago, to ponder about her next check.
She saw the Seeker and his band triumphantly returning in Aydindril and proclaiming peace and alliance between D’Hara and the Midlands. Richard Cypher Rahl got married with Kahlan Amnell the Mother Confessor, but left the Midlands immediately after, accompanied by his Mord-Sith Cara Mason. They headed to D’Hara where he reinstated order, claiming his right to the Rahl’s throne.
After one year, once the country was settled and peace was restored, Richard returned to Aydindril and rejoined to his love, leaving his Mord-Sith Cara to hold the regency of D’Hara.
Meanwhile Darken Rahl was conspiring in the shadows to regain his powers. He captured Sister Nicci and put her in the skilled hands of the few devoted Mord-Sith he had still close to him. The Sisters of the Agiel broke her and bent her to his will, turning the sorceress into a powerful eager pet.
Nicci arranged a spell involving Darken’s son: the boy was killed and with his blood, Rahl obtained a potion which returned the Rahl’s magic in his body. After that Nicci made a thing Shota didn’t know was possible: she transferred her Han to Rahl. Evidently Sisters of the Dark had the possibility to steal, receive but also donate their Han, but only to someone who already had magic in himself. Nicci’s Han was formidable because it collected her own and Richard’s. Fool Seeker; he did something truly unwise - not to say stupid! - when he tossed away his magic heritage.
With all this power Darken Rahl began to secretly, slowly and relentlessly gather alliances latching his supporters to him with the strength of a magic bond. Many were the fellows thickening his ranks: Mord-Sith displeased by the new Lord adverse to their practices, armies and generals still loyal to Darken, vassals disappointed by the new peaceful establishment.
During this period the Seeker and the Mother Confessor were living their blissful lives and reigned joyfully on the Midlands. Kahlan was immediately pregnant, but their overwhelming happiness was dulled by a grim fact.
Shota’s vision turned blurred here and she couldn’t see well, but she perceived that something was wrong with the newborn; he was a male Confessor. Both Richard and Kahlan lacked the courage to kill the baby and they raised him with a Rada-Han constantly around his neck, to prevent his powers to taint him. There was something more about the Rahl-Amnell’s family in the vision, but it was concealed and Shota couldn’t see what it was; the flow of the events kept on.
.
Seven years passed from the defeat of the Keeper and Darken Rahl abruptly emerged from the darkness where he had kept himself hidden for such a long time, killing a member of the royal family, driving Kahlan in despair and Richard in a furious wrath.
Cara had tried to warn the Seeker during these years that something wicked was sneaking under the surface of normality. She begged him to come to the People’s Palace to show himself to his subjects, to take back the reins of the land. The Mord-Sith was his most trusted advisor, but people needed a Rahl to apply to: they needed to be guided and taught and protected. They needed to proclaim their devotions to Richard to acknowledge him as rightful Master. Otherwise they could lose faith in him. Indeed they turned to another Master. Cara tried hard to convince Richard, but her voice was the only one to alert him and he was stubbornly deaf to her pleadings. The Seeker forgot his duty toward the land of the Rahls and wanted nothing but to live forever in his comfortable nest of love with his family.
Until Rahl managed to make things tumble down.
A new war started and Richard was forced to take the field under the sails of Aydindril, wielding again the Sword of Truth to gather forces against the evil tyrant, who threatened to destroy all the peace and the prosperity built in the past seven years. After three years of harsh war, both the lands were devastated by desolation, hunger and death. Richard was in charge of the forces and Cara was always by his side, but the Seeker’s heart was torn apart from guilt and despair. Far from his love and blinded by his rage, he became unwary and got mercilessly killed in an ambush.
The Mother Confessor grieved desperately upon him. She seemed incapable to go ahead, but managed to hold on for her son and her people's sake. Cara took Richard’s place in charge of the armies, trying hard to cheer up the souls of the soldiers, who believed they were doomed to lose without the Seeker among them.
After two more years another aggression to the royal family was thwarted, but the price was the life of the Wizard of the First Order: Zedd was poisoned and died. This was too much for Kahlan and she was about to completely give up, but Cara left the battlefield and reached her. She consoled her, remained close to her and soothed her, until she lifted her up from the hole of darkness Kahlan was about to bury herself in.
Their close friendship turned into something deeper and the two women savored some moments of happiness, in a world full of angst. Cara had been in love with the Mother Confessor for many long years and now her feelings became at last returned from the other woman. They had the chance to live their love for five more years, but then Cara was captured from the enemy while leading an attack.
Darken Rahl tried in every way to bend the Mord-Sith formerly under his command, but she seemed unbreakable with her heart shielded by the pure love of the Mother Confessor. So he renounced the pleasure to turn Cara against her lover and killed her, slowly and painfully. Then he sent the pieces of her body to the Queen of the Midlands, one by one.
Kahlan’s mind heart and soul broke irreparably and she fell in a catatonic state, from which she never woke up.
The Midlands had nobody to lead them and the long dark shadow of the evil Rahl’s tyranny was close to covering everything.
Shota was snapped from the trance by a shiver; what followed in the vision was even worse and she was already nauseated by what she had seen so far… war, death, even a male Confessor… a never ending chain of calamities.
The witch knew that this future had already been changed as the Mord-Sith was within Rahl’s clutches at the moment, whereas the Seeker and his band were trying to find her, but unsuccessfully this far. Who knew how things would go from that point on? Maybe the sorrow for the lost friend would delay the inauspicious marriage between the Seeker and the Mother Confessor? Anyway Darken still had his son and the sorceress Nicci at hand and was preparing to regain his lost powers and start his coming back to the fore.
Shota was still convinced that the key to skip this gloomy fate was Darken’s son: without him nothing of the awful things she had just seen, would come. But Rahl, with the help of that Sister Amelia, had put an extremely powerful protection spell upon the little head and now Shota couldn’t touch him with her magic anymore. Thus the witch had to think to a new strategy to remove the little king from the chessboard. To pursue this plan she needed a queen by her side.
Rather, two queens.
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: 2712
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 13 - The crystal vision
(Verse from the song “Dreams”)
Darken Rahl was satisfied in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time. Things were at last moving in the right way for him. He bent that bitch Cara on her proud knees, forced her to follow him and to do as he requested. It was an incomparable pleasure to see her reduced to obedience like a little scary lamb; her head bowing to him like she used to do once, even if now her face was a contorted mask of loathing, instead of the fierce portrait of eagerness and loyalty. But this deed earned him even more enjoyment.
And he would make sure that the enjoyment would become more concrete, once he broke her completely and returned her to the life she deserved: serving him and fighting for him among the ranks of his Mord-Sith; licking his boots and lavishing herself to please him in every possible way.
She had always turned him on in ways he hardly understood: perhaps it was her unbeatable strength, or her enormous pride, or maybe that unique stubbornness. Most likely all of those things combined with her gorgeous body and that angelic face of her. He was foretasting the moment he could put his hands on that fabulous piece of flesh to leave indelible marks on her body and soul, reminding her the place where she belonged and where her loyalty lied. But he had to wait.
After she was drained of all that blood to heal the boy, she died several times and was brought back by her sisters. Now she needed to regain strength to begin a new training session, which he was purposing to personally deal. He knew it wouldn’t take a long time waiting for her to recover, as she was strong.
The strongest.
That was the reason for which it was precisely her the one who was chosen to receive the highest honor a Mord-Sith couldn’t even imagine to be graced by: to carry the child of a Rahl in her womb.
Instead, the reasons for which he wanted a heir had nothing to do with love and the wish to become father, or the continuation of his dynasty; he had experienced enough of this bullshit with his own father and had no interest in siring his future murderer. What led him to this decision was an ambush he fell into, in Ravensberg.
Back then a group of rebels managed to intercept his route and attacked him and his escorting soldiers. Those badly equipped and barely battle-trained derelict hadn't any chance to beat a group of strapping experienced D’Haran soldiers and the Master of D’Hara didn’t even pay attention to the fray, keeping himself idly behind the front line.
But those little bastards had another plan: the fight was only a diversion, while the true weapon in their sleeves was a Quillion. One of them got close enough to him and opened the artifact; Rahl felt his powers sucked away from his body without possibility to react. In a fistful of seconds the tyrant realized that without his magic he had nothing: he would become weak and disarmed, he would lose the bond with his Mord-Sith and with his armies. He would not be able to reinforce himself with the devotions and would turn vulnerable and easy to be overthrown.
Luckily his trusted General Egremont stepped in and killed the man holding the Quillion, closing the object before it was too late. His soldiers swept away the other attackers and the accident was closed. But the tyrant kept on pondering that he needed to safeguard his magic power, otherwise he could fall into other traps like the one he had just escaped from and fall in disgrace.
His sorcerer Giller gave him the answer. Should Rahl lose his magic, this could be regained through an ancient spell, which needed the blood of a person whose soul was connected to his': a parent, a sibling or an heir. The first two choices were unlikely to realize, nonetheless he could obtain a child and keep him or her at hand. This solution required a very long time, because the baby had to be big and strong enough to make the spell work. This meant waiting for years and meant to find a potential mother who could measure up with the task and obtain a healthy and strong child.
Darken Rahl decided to invest in this project anyway and had no doubt in choosing Cara. The Master of D’Hara had her checked from Giller to ensure she could produce a worth heir: the response was more than positive and the Lord Rahl put himself immediately on the job to procreate a baby, who punctually arrived after nine months. The son was taken at birth and brought in a safe secret place.
Darken took care to arrange that nobody knew about the infant, silencing all who could be aware. But foolishly fell in the temptation to leave Cara alive: she was useful to him because she served him better alive than dead. She was the most trusted among his Mord-Sith and undoubtedly his favorite in bed. Darken thought that it was extremely unlikely that she could turn against him, much less decide to get back the creature who hadn't any connection with her, short for having dwelled for nine months inside her belly. Anyway he spread the voice that he killed the boy, so that even this possibility was prevented.
Many things had gone awry since those days, but now events were turning in the right direction for him. This child was his guarantee to regain his magic, even in a body that wasn’t a Rahl’s. The potion Sister Amelia prepared for the kid was working fine and the little creature was fast recovering his forces. Though Cara was a dirty traitor, Darken had to admit that she did a very good job: she produced a strong, beautiful and clever child. And most of all he had a very strong Rahl’s magic in himself, even if it wasn’t yet displayed.
The only thing bothering Rahl about the boy was the fact that he didn’t seem to have any inclination towards evil, thus he must have taken more from his mother than from his father. But it really didn’t matter, since the child was a mere vessel of flesh who had to die as soon as he was big enough to bear the spell that could give his father back his magic.
And that day would soon come.
Shota was disappointed.
She thought she was playing a solitaire, but she was mistaken. This was a chess match and not realizing this deed immediately, made her lose some pieces. But the game was far from over and sure as hell, she was an excellent strategist.
She cursed Darken Rahl’s child, but couldn’t use a spell that could kill him immediately, because without knowing the exact location of the target, the curse would never reach the boy. So she opted for a less deadly magic she was able to cast even without knowing where he was and fitting her purpose anyway, since the only possible cure was prevented to Rahl. Even so, it wasn’t easy to perform the enchantment and it took all of her ability: it was like throwing a stone in the sea, hoping to kill a fish. But she had a good aim and the boy was indeed promptly hit by the illness.
Shota thought herself she won, but she was brusquely forced to change her mind.
She would never expect Darken to manage finding and capturing the mother of this child, who turned out to be no less than Cara Mason, the Mord-Sith who betrayed him to veer her loyalty toward Richard Cypher Rahl, the Seeker. If Shota had known this fact before, she'd have opted for a different strategy, but now it was late for complaints.
It was unlikely that the former tyrant knew by himself about the nature the curse Shota cast and it was even more unlikely that he could obtain the potion to heal the boy on his own, given his current lack of magic. Someone was helping him and the witch's visions revealed her that the Sisters of the Dark were now on the game, on behalf of the Keeper and playing on Darken’s side. So Creator and Keeper were confronting in this chess game, probably sharing the same knowledge about events to come, and putting their allies on the board in the effort to bend the future in their preferred way.
Shota reviewed the vision she had weeks ago, to ponder about her next check.
She saw the Seeker and his band triumphantly returning in Aydindril and proclaiming peace and alliance between D’Hara and the Midlands. Richard Cypher Rahl got married with Kahlan Amnell the Mother Confessor, but left the Midlands immediately after, accompanied by his Mord-Sith Cara Mason. They headed to D’Hara where he reinstated order, claiming his right to the Rahl’s throne.
After one year, once the country was settled and peace was restored, Richard returned to Aydindril and rejoined to his love, leaving his Mord-Sith Cara to hold the regency of D’Hara.
Meanwhile Darken Rahl was conspiring in the shadows to regain his powers. He captured Sister Nicci and put her in the skilled hands of the few devoted Mord-Sith he had still close to him. The Sisters of the Agiel broke her and bent her to his will, turning the sorceress into a powerful eager pet.
Nicci arranged a spell involving Darken’s son: the boy was killed and with his blood, Rahl obtained a potion which returned the Rahl’s magic in his body. After that Nicci made a thing Shota didn’t know was possible: she transferred her Han to Rahl. Evidently Sisters of the Dark had the possibility to steal, receive but also donate their Han, but only to someone who already had magic in himself. Nicci’s Han was formidable because it collected her own and Richard’s. Fool Seeker; he did something truly unwise - not to say stupid! - when he tossed away his magic heritage.
With all this power Darken Rahl began to secretly, slowly and relentlessly gather alliances latching his supporters to him with the strength of a magic bond. Many were the fellows thickening his ranks: Mord-Sith displeased by the new Lord adverse to their practices, armies and generals still loyal to Darken, vassals disappointed by the new peaceful establishment.
During this period the Seeker and the Mother Confessor were living their blissful lives and reigned joyfully on the Midlands. Kahlan was immediately pregnant, but their overwhelming happiness was dulled by a grim fact.
Shota’s vision turned blurred here and she couldn’t see well, but she perceived that something was wrong with the newborn; he was a male Confessor. Both Richard and Kahlan lacked the courage to kill the baby and they raised him with a Rada-Han constantly around his neck, to prevent his powers to taint him. There was something more about the Rahl-Amnell’s family in the vision, but it was concealed and Shota couldn’t see what it was; the flow of the events kept on.
.
Seven years passed from the defeat of the Keeper and Darken Rahl abruptly emerged from the darkness where he had kept himself hidden for such a long time, killing a member of the royal family, driving Kahlan in despair and Richard in a furious wrath.
Cara had tried to warn the Seeker during these years that something wicked was sneaking under the surface of normality. She begged him to come to the People’s Palace to show himself to his subjects, to take back the reins of the land. The Mord-Sith was his most trusted advisor, but people needed a Rahl to apply to: they needed to be guided and taught and protected. They needed to proclaim their devotions to Richard to acknowledge him as rightful Master. Otherwise they could lose faith in him. Indeed they turned to another Master. Cara tried hard to convince Richard, but her voice was the only one to alert him and he was stubbornly deaf to her pleadings. The Seeker forgot his duty toward the land of the Rahls and wanted nothing but to live forever in his comfortable nest of love with his family.
Until Rahl managed to make things tumble down.
A new war started and Richard was forced to take the field under the sails of Aydindril, wielding again the Sword of Truth to gather forces against the evil tyrant, who threatened to destroy all the peace and the prosperity built in the past seven years. After three years of harsh war, both the lands were devastated by desolation, hunger and death. Richard was in charge of the forces and Cara was always by his side, but the Seeker’s heart was torn apart from guilt and despair. Far from his love and blinded by his rage, he became unwary and got mercilessly killed in an ambush.
The Mother Confessor grieved desperately upon him. She seemed incapable to go ahead, but managed to hold on for her son and her people's sake. Cara took Richard’s place in charge of the armies, trying hard to cheer up the souls of the soldiers, who believed they were doomed to lose without the Seeker among them.
After two more years another aggression to the royal family was thwarted, but the price was the life of the Wizard of the First Order: Zedd was poisoned and died. This was too much for Kahlan and she was about to completely give up, but Cara left the battlefield and reached her. She consoled her, remained close to her and soothed her, until she lifted her up from the hole of darkness Kahlan was about to bury herself in.
Their close friendship turned into something deeper and the two women savored some moments of happiness, in a world full of angst. Cara had been in love with the Mother Confessor for many long years and now her feelings became at last returned from the other woman. They had the chance to live their love for five more years, but then Cara was captured from the enemy while leading an attack.
Darken Rahl tried in every way to bend the Mord-Sith formerly under his command, but she seemed unbreakable with her heart shielded by the pure love of the Mother Confessor. So he renounced the pleasure to turn Cara against her lover and killed her, slowly and painfully. Then he sent the pieces of her body to the Queen of the Midlands, one by one.
Kahlan’s mind heart and soul broke irreparably and she fell in a catatonic state, from which she never woke up.
The Midlands had nobody to lead them and the long dark shadow of the evil Rahl’s tyranny was close to covering everything.
Shota was snapped from the trance by a shiver; what followed in the vision was even worse and she was already nauseated by what she had seen so far… war, death, even a male Confessor… a never ending chain of calamities.
The witch knew that this future had already been changed as the Mord-Sith was within Rahl’s clutches at the moment, whereas the Seeker and his band were trying to find her, but unsuccessfully this far. Who knew how things would go from that point on? Maybe the sorrow for the lost friend would delay the inauspicious marriage between the Seeker and the Mother Confessor? Anyway Darken still had his son and the sorceress Nicci at hand and was preparing to regain his lost powers and start his coming back to the fore.
Shota was still convinced that the key to skip this gloomy fate was Darken’s son: without him nothing of the awful things she had just seen, would come. But Rahl, with the help of that Sister Amelia, had put an extremely powerful protection spell upon the little head and now Shota couldn’t touch him with her magic anymore. Thus the witch had to think to a new strategy to remove the little king from the chessboard. To pursue this plan she needed a queen by her side.
Rather, two queens.