Strength in Pain is Learnt not Told
Author: Cara_Cersei
Title: Strength in Pain is Learnt not Told
Pairing: Cara/Denna
Warnings: Vague descriptions on torture
Rating: 15
Summary: Cara is taken by Denna and in her pain tells her everything as she changes into the Mord Sith we all know, love and fear.
A/N: A huge thanks once again to madame_denna for helping me by being a wonderful beta!
She was twelve when she first saw the blonde Mord Sith.
She was a still new to the Mord Sith, only having been in training a few years. Cara hated the Mord Sith, she longed for her mother, sister and father; but where longing failed her, hate sustained her. The hate made her strong- she had learned, it gave her the power to fight. She swore she would never become one, she would resist and they would let her go- they would let her free!
Seeing that Mord Sith gave her doubts for the first time.
She was a young girl of only 16, only just a Mord Sith, but she looked so proud, so collected. A aura exuded from her, making it seem as if the very world should bend itself to her needs, and looking at her, Cara knew one the world would.
Seeing her gave Cara pause, made her wonder if one day that could be her, that maybe she could command that level of self assuredness. On that day Cara began to fight, not to escape but to prove her strength.
***
It was a year later, not long after Cara had killed her bastard of a father that she got more news. The blonde Mord Sith that had remained so close to her heart for so long was making history.
Cara learnt her name was Denna and at the age of just 17 she had already risen to Mistress of her own temple.
On the day she heard this Cara swore she would make her way to train under Mistress Denna, she would learn from her and eventually; she would best her.
***
It had been 4 years since Cara made her private vow; now she was ready. Finally she had attained the rank of Sister Cara and she was on her way to serve under Mistress Denna in the temple of Jondralyn.
Pride suffused her, she was on her way up. For too long she had been at the bottom, the Mistresses in her current temple were weary of her, they resented her strength. She knew she was better, she knew she could beat them all.
They tried to beat her, told her unjustified arrogance was not a feeling she should harbor- that it would lead her to make mistakes and enemies. But Cara knew what they did not; it was not arrogance but pride and she would show them all.
So now she is to serve Mistress Denna, they want her to be broken again; but Cara plans to be the one breaking others.
***
All this and more Cara spills. Looking into those hard, blue eyes, the words come out unbidden. She tells Denna everything, of her hopes, her insecurities and her wants.
A soft gloved hand strokes her cheek- an act filled with such tenderness that creates a soft illusion so out of place in a Mord Siths’ temple. Since that ill timed moment when Cara was caught killing a Sister in an attempt to gain a higher position, Cara has been with Denna.
No relenting, no pause, Denna did not stop, she beat Cara over and over, trained her until she felt their was no blood or breath in her. She carved Cara’s body, writing thei relationship into her skin, covering scars old and new. Soon Cara, proud and strong, broke. Denna took her, learned everything she was and destroyed it. She took Cara and remade her. It seemed like years yet took a few scant weeks.
Cara had never listened, but her trainers had been right. Denna was different, she was the perfect Mord Sith.
And as she stood at Denna’s side, demanding lips caressed her face, Denna pulled back to whiper words that would haunt Cara for the rest of her days:
“We are Mord Sith Cara, we are made from pain and betrayal, we live as symbols of strength and power. But we are always subservient to Lord Rahl and you will always be subservient to me.”
Title: Strength in Pain is Learnt not Told
Pairing: Cara/Denna
Warnings: Vague descriptions on torture
Rating: 15
Summary: Cara is taken by Denna and in her pain tells her everything as she changes into the Mord Sith we all know, love and fear.
A/N: A huge thanks once again to madame_denna for helping me by being a wonderful beta!
She was twelve when she first saw the blonde Mord Sith.
She was a still new to the Mord Sith, only having been in training a few years. Cara hated the Mord Sith, she longed for her mother, sister and father; but where longing failed her, hate sustained her. The hate made her strong- she had learned, it gave her the power to fight. She swore she would never become one, she would resist and they would let her go- they would let her free!
Seeing that Mord Sith gave her doubts for the first time.
She was a young girl of only 16, only just a Mord Sith, but she looked so proud, so collected. A aura exuded from her, making it seem as if the very world should bend itself to her needs, and looking at her, Cara knew one the world would.
Seeing her gave Cara pause, made her wonder if one day that could be her, that maybe she could command that level of self assuredness. On that day Cara began to fight, not to escape but to prove her strength.
***
It was a year later, not long after Cara had killed her bastard of a father that she got more news. The blonde Mord Sith that had remained so close to her heart for so long was making history.
Cara learnt her name was Denna and at the age of just 17 she had already risen to Mistress of her own temple.
On the day she heard this Cara swore she would make her way to train under Mistress Denna, she would learn from her and eventually; she would best her.
***
It had been 4 years since Cara made her private vow; now she was ready. Finally she had attained the rank of Sister Cara and she was on her way to serve under Mistress Denna in the temple of Jondralyn.
Pride suffused her, she was on her way up. For too long she had been at the bottom, the Mistresses in her current temple were weary of her, they resented her strength. She knew she was better, she knew she could beat them all.
They tried to beat her, told her unjustified arrogance was not a feeling she should harbor- that it would lead her to make mistakes and enemies. But Cara knew what they did not; it was not arrogance but pride and she would show them all.
So now she is to serve Mistress Denna, they want her to be broken again; but Cara plans to be the one breaking others.
***
All this and more Cara spills. Looking into those hard, blue eyes, the words come out unbidden. She tells Denna everything, of her hopes, her insecurities and her wants.
A soft gloved hand strokes her cheek- an act filled with such tenderness that creates a soft illusion so out of place in a Mord Siths’ temple. Since that ill timed moment when Cara was caught killing a Sister in an attempt to gain a higher position, Cara has been with Denna.
No relenting, no pause, Denna did not stop, she beat Cara over and over, trained her until she felt their was no blood or breath in her. She carved Cara’s body, writing thei relationship into her skin, covering scars old and new. Soon Cara, proud and strong, broke. Denna took her, learned everything she was and destroyed it. She took Cara and remade her. It seemed like years yet took a few scant weeks.
Cara had never listened, but her trainers had been right. Denna was different, she was the perfect Mord Sith.
And as she stood at Denna’s side, demanding lips caressed her face, Denna pulled back to whiper words that would haunt Cara for the rest of her days:
“We are Mord Sith Cara, we are made from pain and betrayal, we live as symbols of strength and power. But we are always subservient to Lord Rahl and you will always be subservient to me.”