A Love Story
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Author: lovelikecrazy87
Title: A Love Story
Pairing: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: PG...lol I think...if it changes i will note it.
Warnings: lol…hmm..a warning…this is a f/f story..if you don’t like that (I don’t understand why you wouldn’t tho =) but anywayss)..don’t read haha.
Summary: It is madness to try and fight destiny.
Author’s Note: I couldn’t get this one out of my head! Lol I know I have others going and I am going o finish those, but there was no hope in me finishing those with this one floating around in my head. =)
Chapter Three
It is said that the spell the first wizard placed on the Mother Confessor will not last. And that once it wears off it will bring forth the amount of pain and suffering that would make even the Keeper envy her. The world is not ready for what is to come. For the fear that will be bestowed in them when she looks upon them. When her eyes once filled with love and pride will now be full of fury and pain. Everything she felt when the one she loved looked upon her and didn’t know who she was will be inflicted on everyone. They will all know her pain, and they will all scream in agony.
While we are riding in to Aydindril people start to line the streets, bowing when I ride past, and looking past me to see her riding closely behind. Normally there is a ceremony that is to happen when the Mother Confessor returns to Aydindril, but of course no one knew we were arriving so nothing could be made official. Which in my personal opinion is better, the ceremony would have taken far too long and would have been completely unnecessary. Looking over my right shoulder I notice Richard watching me, which doesn’t surprise me, instead what surprises me is the fact that when I look upon him I do not feel what I once felt. The outpour of love that I used to feel no longer feels me when I look into his eyes.
Taking the chance I look over my left shoulder and I see her, riding closely behind me, but her eyes are not on me. Instead they are surveying the crowd around us as we make our way to the Confessor’s Palace. It is almost like she can feel that something is out of place, that something is wrong here in Aydindril. I don’t feel it, but then again I’m not a Mord’Sith. My guess is that because of the way she was trained and brought up in the world of Mord’Sith and Darken Rahl, has caused her to look upon people without trust, almost wondering when they will turn on you. Looking back further I see Zedd and I smile, but my smile does not cause a smile in return which it normally does, instead he eyes move away from me as if he is ashamed of something he has done. Most people would not notice these subtle looks, yet because I am a confessor I notice everything about everyone, except Mord’Sith. Thinking about her again I once again look at her, and this time she is looking at me in return. And for a moment I feel something, deep inside, something that I used to only feel for Richard.
That feeling causes me to turn back around to look straight ahead. The Home Guard is standing at attention, looking straight ahead, and yet not looking at any of us. I nod at the Capitan as he steps forward and help me off my horse. Turning around to look at all the people gathered around the palace, I let my hood fall to my shoulders. And as if on cue everyone around cheers for me, cheers for the return of the Mother Confessor to Aydindril, I have waited so long time as well, to return home. “How does it feel?” I hear him whisper from beside me. I don’t need to look at him to know he is smiling ear to ear with the excitement of being here in Aydindril, a place that I would always talk about, a place that I had once dreamed about bringing him too.
And yet now.
Now it doesn’t feel the same.
I no longer feel like he is the one I want to share this moment with.
“I feels different,” I say honestly, turning around slightly to see if I can catch a glimpse of that red leather. But nothing, she’s disappeared from sight. I don’t know what has gotten into me, I’m the Mother Confessor and she’s a Mord’Sith. I should not be looking for her I should not be longing to catch a glimpse of her. This is not the way it is supposed to be, this is not the way I am supposed to feel, and yet oddly enough…it feels so right. It is almost like the thought of Richard and I, it is almost like that thought shouldn’t even enter my mind, I feel like it should all be about her, and that scares me.
“Mother Confessor,” I turn at the sound of my title being called and I notice the Capitan coming over to me. “It is so good to see you back in Aydindril,” he pauses slightly. “We’re you belong.” He moves to the side, gesturing with his arm, telling me to walk forward into the palace, into my home.
The Mother Confessor will return home but nothing will be as it seems, not just in the Confessor’s Palace but also inside of her own head. She will begin to question everything and that is when everything will unravel. That is when the walls the Wizard put up will begin to unravel. That is when the people of Aydindril will feel the Mother Confessor’s pain. No one will understand what is going on, no one besides the one person, the one who caused all of this pain, and that person, has ran, knowing everything he has worked to prevent has come to pass, the prophecy is coming true, and now, no one is safe.
The Confessor’s Palace is unlike anything anyone has ever seen before and I am sure that my traveling companions are trying to compose their amazement, all but one that is. The Mord’Sith, Richard called her Cara. She always seems to be around, watching but then again not watching me. It is almost like she is always protecting me, no matter where we are or what we are doing. She is always checking our surroundings, making sure nothing is amiss around me.
Oddly enough she and I have not been alone together since arriving in Aydindril. Richard has found a way to be alone with me for a few minutes, Even Zedd found a way to be alone with me for a few seconds to apologize, stating that he will not be able to spend his time in the Confessor’s Palace because he is needed in the Wizard’s Keep. I wanted to question him about and ask him what is going on that is so important he most leave his family, but I know Zedd, and I know he will not tell me unless my life is in danger. So I guess it is both a good thing and a bad thing that he didn’t mention anything to me.
“Mother Confessor,” turning at the sound of someone behind me I see one of the palace maids. “We have set out a warm bath for you this evening,” she explains gesturing for me to walk on past to where they have set everything up. But I don’t, I don’t even make a step to move, I just stand there as if I am frozen in time. “Is everything alright Mistress?” She asks.
“I need a favor,” I say closing my eyes, trying to push away everything that is flooding my brain.
“Anything for you, miss,” she says stepping closer.
I look at her, and for the first time I notice the emptiness in her eyes and I try to remember when I took this girls life from her. But nothing is coming to me, it is like there is a part of my life that is missing, like someone has taken away my memories. “The Mord’Sith I arrived here with,” she nods. “Bring her too me.”
“I would love to Mistress, but I am afraid she has gone.”
“What do you mean gone?” I ask her confused and yet trying to hide the pain that I am feeling at this very moment.
“Well.” She says suddenly feeling saddened because she has displeased me. “I had gone to provide her with a warm bath as well only to discover that her bedchambers are empty,” she explains to me.
“Thank you,” I say dismissing the woman in front of me. I don’t know what to think, I don’t know how to act, and it feels like something is ripping me apart from the inside. I have never felt this way before, not even when Richard left me to go to the Palace of the Prophets. Sure when he left I was saddened and I missed him, but it does not compare to what I am feeling now after learning of this woman leaving, disappearing.
Walking towards the balcony that is attached to my bedchamber I notice the coolness of the air and I know winter is approaching Aydindril. Winters here are unlike anywhere else in the Midlands, it is colder because of the mountains the surrounding the city. “Why am I missing you?” I ask myself as I look out over the city below me. I am the Mother Confessor and she is a Mord’Sith, this is something that should never be, and yet it feels like it is something that should be.
Mord’Sith are against everything that I stand for, everything that I fight to protect and yet here I am missing someone that I should be trying to destroy. Not to mention, this particular Mord’Sith is the one that stripped my sister from me, the one that killed her and her son. I should hate her, I should hate the very sight of her, and yet I don’t, and I don’t know why.
“Kahlan,” once again I am pulled from my thoughts by the sound of my name being called. Except this time I know exactly who it is, the only one brave enough to not call me by my title in Aydindril. Richard, the Seeker. Richard has always been a smart man, things may not come easy to him right away but he always figures them out eventually, except this. In Aydindril I am called by my title, not my name, as a sign of respect for who I am and what I stand for. “Sorry to have disturbed you,” he says approaching me. I wonder now how he managed to get into my bedchambers without the guards informing me of his arrival.
“Did you send Cara away?” I ask, her name sounding so comfortable in my mouth. His silence causes me to look at him and when I do his head is bowed, looking at the floor. “Why?”
I must not have hid the sadness in my voice as well as I thought I had because he looks at me with confusion. “We have arrived in Aydindril,” he says as if it should explain everything. “Mord’Sith are not welcome in Aydindril, you yourself told me that not too long ago,” he explains. I do remember telling him that on one of our many talks while we were alone, and when we would talk about our trip to Aydindril together. It was our future and yet this doesn’t seem like the future I want anymore.
“That was before I knew her,” I explain stepping towards him, anger filling my eyes. “That was before she became our friend,” I pause suddenly. “I never thought you would send her away like this,” I finish turning away from him, trying to hide the tears that threaten to escape.
He comes up behind me further, placing his hands on my shoulder, trying to comfort me. “I didn’t think you’d mind,” he says finally. And he’s right. I shouldn’t mind. I shouldn’t care that she left, she’s a Mord’Sith and I am the Mother Confessor. I should be happy that she had fled from my home, and from my life. But I am not. I am saddened to know that I might never again see her looking at me, smiling in my direction when she thinks I am not looking or noticing. The feel of her lips on mine…
Wait.
How do I know what that feels like?
And why do I miss it?
When the Wizard realizes that his spell will not work on her because of her love, he enlists the help of someone they both trust more than anyone else in their lives. The Seeker. He will send her away, he will cast her aside, he will comfort the Mother Confessor in her confusion. It is then that she will realize that something is not right, that her memories have been tampered with. She will then turn to someone she never thought she would, someone who cannot be trusted, someone who she knows will not lie to her. The Mother Confessor will find the truth, and when she does, the Keeper himself will hide.
Night has fallen on Aydindril and yet I cannot sleep. Instead I am standing out on the balcony looking out over the city. “You know something is wrong,” startled I look to my side and I see her standing there. Her hair flowing in the wind as she looks out over Aydindril. “It has been a long time since I have been called to Aydindril, Mother Confessor,” she says turning to look at me for the first time. “The last time I was called here, was oddly enough, because of you as well,” she explained.
“Someone took my memories,” I say and she just nods. “You know about this?” I ask growing angry again. I can feel the Con Dar threatening to escape.
“It was prophesied,” she said simply.
“Do not test my patience Shota,” I say through clinched teeth.
She laugh slightly as she turns back towards the city. “Maybe you should speak with your Wizard, Mother Confessor.”
“What does Zedd have to do with any of this?” I ask, but when she turns to look at me I can see it in her eyes. Something I never thought I would see. “He did this to me?” I ask and she just nods. “He betrayed me,” I say turning away from her. “Spelling the Mother Confessor is a crime in Aydindril, he must have known that when he cast the spell.” Then I pause, turning back to her, anger clearly evident on my face. “Undo what he did,” I say my face the mask of the Mother Confessor, which in turn leaves no room for argument. So she just nods and raises her hands.
The Keeper himself will hide.
Author: lovelikecrazy87
Title: A Love Story
Pairing: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: PG...lol I think...if it changes i will note it.
Warnings: lol…hmm..a warning…this is a f/f story..if you don’t like that (I don’t understand why you wouldn’t tho =) but anywayss)..don’t read haha.
Summary: It is madness to try and fight destiny.
Author’s Note: I couldn’t get this one out of my head! Lol I know I have others going and I am going o finish those, but there was no hope in me finishing those with this one floating around in my head. =)
Chapter Three
It is said that the spell the first wizard placed on the Mother Confessor will not last. And that once it wears off it will bring forth the amount of pain and suffering that would make even the Keeper envy her. The world is not ready for what is to come. For the fear that will be bestowed in them when she looks upon them. When her eyes once filled with love and pride will now be full of fury and pain. Everything she felt when the one she loved looked upon her and didn’t know who she was will be inflicted on everyone. They will all know her pain, and they will all scream in agony.
While we are riding in to Aydindril people start to line the streets, bowing when I ride past, and looking past me to see her riding closely behind. Normally there is a ceremony that is to happen when the Mother Confessor returns to Aydindril, but of course no one knew we were arriving so nothing could be made official. Which in my personal opinion is better, the ceremony would have taken far too long and would have been completely unnecessary. Looking over my right shoulder I notice Richard watching me, which doesn’t surprise me, instead what surprises me is the fact that when I look upon him I do not feel what I once felt. The outpour of love that I used to feel no longer feels me when I look into his eyes.
Taking the chance I look over my left shoulder and I see her, riding closely behind me, but her eyes are not on me. Instead they are surveying the crowd around us as we make our way to the Confessor’s Palace. It is almost like she can feel that something is out of place, that something is wrong here in Aydindril. I don’t feel it, but then again I’m not a Mord’Sith. My guess is that because of the way she was trained and brought up in the world of Mord’Sith and Darken Rahl, has caused her to look upon people without trust, almost wondering when they will turn on you. Looking back further I see Zedd and I smile, but my smile does not cause a smile in return which it normally does, instead he eyes move away from me as if he is ashamed of something he has done. Most people would not notice these subtle looks, yet because I am a confessor I notice everything about everyone, except Mord’Sith. Thinking about her again I once again look at her, and this time she is looking at me in return. And for a moment I feel something, deep inside, something that I used to only feel for Richard.
That feeling causes me to turn back around to look straight ahead. The Home Guard is standing at attention, looking straight ahead, and yet not looking at any of us. I nod at the Capitan as he steps forward and help me off my horse. Turning around to look at all the people gathered around the palace, I let my hood fall to my shoulders. And as if on cue everyone around cheers for me, cheers for the return of the Mother Confessor to Aydindril, I have waited so long time as well, to return home. “How does it feel?” I hear him whisper from beside me. I don’t need to look at him to know he is smiling ear to ear with the excitement of being here in Aydindril, a place that I would always talk about, a place that I had once dreamed about bringing him too.
And yet now.
Now it doesn’t feel the same.
I no longer feel like he is the one I want to share this moment with.
“I feels different,” I say honestly, turning around slightly to see if I can catch a glimpse of that red leather. But nothing, she’s disappeared from sight. I don’t know what has gotten into me, I’m the Mother Confessor and she’s a Mord’Sith. I should not be looking for her I should not be longing to catch a glimpse of her. This is not the way it is supposed to be, this is not the way I am supposed to feel, and yet oddly enough…it feels so right. It is almost like the thought of Richard and I, it is almost like that thought shouldn’t even enter my mind, I feel like it should all be about her, and that scares me.
“Mother Confessor,” I turn at the sound of my title being called and I notice the Capitan coming over to me. “It is so good to see you back in Aydindril,” he pauses slightly. “We’re you belong.” He moves to the side, gesturing with his arm, telling me to walk forward into the palace, into my home.
The Mother Confessor will return home but nothing will be as it seems, not just in the Confessor’s Palace but also inside of her own head. She will begin to question everything and that is when everything will unravel. That is when the walls the Wizard put up will begin to unravel. That is when the people of Aydindril will feel the Mother Confessor’s pain. No one will understand what is going on, no one besides the one person, the one who caused all of this pain, and that person, has ran, knowing everything he has worked to prevent has come to pass, the prophecy is coming true, and now, no one is safe.
The Confessor’s Palace is unlike anything anyone has ever seen before and I am sure that my traveling companions are trying to compose their amazement, all but one that is. The Mord’Sith, Richard called her Cara. She always seems to be around, watching but then again not watching me. It is almost like she is always protecting me, no matter where we are or what we are doing. She is always checking our surroundings, making sure nothing is amiss around me.
Oddly enough she and I have not been alone together since arriving in Aydindril. Richard has found a way to be alone with me for a few minutes, Even Zedd found a way to be alone with me for a few seconds to apologize, stating that he will not be able to spend his time in the Confessor’s Palace because he is needed in the Wizard’s Keep. I wanted to question him about and ask him what is going on that is so important he most leave his family, but I know Zedd, and I know he will not tell me unless my life is in danger. So I guess it is both a good thing and a bad thing that he didn’t mention anything to me.
“Mother Confessor,” turning at the sound of someone behind me I see one of the palace maids. “We have set out a warm bath for you this evening,” she explains gesturing for me to walk on past to where they have set everything up. But I don’t, I don’t even make a step to move, I just stand there as if I am frozen in time. “Is everything alright Mistress?” She asks.
“I need a favor,” I say closing my eyes, trying to push away everything that is flooding my brain.
“Anything for you, miss,” she says stepping closer.
I look at her, and for the first time I notice the emptiness in her eyes and I try to remember when I took this girls life from her. But nothing is coming to me, it is like there is a part of my life that is missing, like someone has taken away my memories. “The Mord’Sith I arrived here with,” she nods. “Bring her too me.”
“I would love to Mistress, but I am afraid she has gone.”
“What do you mean gone?” I ask her confused and yet trying to hide the pain that I am feeling at this very moment.
“Well.” She says suddenly feeling saddened because she has displeased me. “I had gone to provide her with a warm bath as well only to discover that her bedchambers are empty,” she explains to me.
“Thank you,” I say dismissing the woman in front of me. I don’t know what to think, I don’t know how to act, and it feels like something is ripping me apart from the inside. I have never felt this way before, not even when Richard left me to go to the Palace of the Prophets. Sure when he left I was saddened and I missed him, but it does not compare to what I am feeling now after learning of this woman leaving, disappearing.
Walking towards the balcony that is attached to my bedchamber I notice the coolness of the air and I know winter is approaching Aydindril. Winters here are unlike anywhere else in the Midlands, it is colder because of the mountains the surrounding the city. “Why am I missing you?” I ask myself as I look out over the city below me. I am the Mother Confessor and she is a Mord’Sith, this is something that should never be, and yet it feels like it is something that should be.
Mord’Sith are against everything that I stand for, everything that I fight to protect and yet here I am missing someone that I should be trying to destroy. Not to mention, this particular Mord’Sith is the one that stripped my sister from me, the one that killed her and her son. I should hate her, I should hate the very sight of her, and yet I don’t, and I don’t know why.
“Kahlan,” once again I am pulled from my thoughts by the sound of my name being called. Except this time I know exactly who it is, the only one brave enough to not call me by my title in Aydindril. Richard, the Seeker. Richard has always been a smart man, things may not come easy to him right away but he always figures them out eventually, except this. In Aydindril I am called by my title, not my name, as a sign of respect for who I am and what I stand for. “Sorry to have disturbed you,” he says approaching me. I wonder now how he managed to get into my bedchambers without the guards informing me of his arrival.
“Did you send Cara away?” I ask, her name sounding so comfortable in my mouth. His silence causes me to look at him and when I do his head is bowed, looking at the floor. “Why?”
I must not have hid the sadness in my voice as well as I thought I had because he looks at me with confusion. “We have arrived in Aydindril,” he says as if it should explain everything. “Mord’Sith are not welcome in Aydindril, you yourself told me that not too long ago,” he explains. I do remember telling him that on one of our many talks while we were alone, and when we would talk about our trip to Aydindril together. It was our future and yet this doesn’t seem like the future I want anymore.
“That was before I knew her,” I explain stepping towards him, anger filling my eyes. “That was before she became our friend,” I pause suddenly. “I never thought you would send her away like this,” I finish turning away from him, trying to hide the tears that threaten to escape.
He comes up behind me further, placing his hands on my shoulder, trying to comfort me. “I didn’t think you’d mind,” he says finally. And he’s right. I shouldn’t mind. I shouldn’t care that she left, she’s a Mord’Sith and I am the Mother Confessor. I should be happy that she had fled from my home, and from my life. But I am not. I am saddened to know that I might never again see her looking at me, smiling in my direction when she thinks I am not looking or noticing. The feel of her lips on mine…
Wait.
How do I know what that feels like?
And why do I miss it?
When the Wizard realizes that his spell will not work on her because of her love, he enlists the help of someone they both trust more than anyone else in their lives. The Seeker. He will send her away, he will cast her aside, he will comfort the Mother Confessor in her confusion. It is then that she will realize that something is not right, that her memories have been tampered with. She will then turn to someone she never thought she would, someone who cannot be trusted, someone who she knows will not lie to her. The Mother Confessor will find the truth, and when she does, the Keeper himself will hide.
Night has fallen on Aydindril and yet I cannot sleep. Instead I am standing out on the balcony looking out over the city. “You know something is wrong,” startled I look to my side and I see her standing there. Her hair flowing in the wind as she looks out over Aydindril. “It has been a long time since I have been called to Aydindril, Mother Confessor,” she says turning to look at me for the first time. “The last time I was called here, was oddly enough, because of you as well,” she explained.
“Someone took my memories,” I say and she just nods. “You know about this?” I ask growing angry again. I can feel the Con Dar threatening to escape.
“It was prophesied,” she said simply.
“Do not test my patience Shota,” I say through clinched teeth.
She laugh slightly as she turns back towards the city. “Maybe you should speak with your Wizard, Mother Confessor.”
“What does Zedd have to do with any of this?” I ask, but when she turns to look at me I can see it in her eyes. Something I never thought I would see. “He did this to me?” I ask and she just nods. “He betrayed me,” I say turning away from her. “Spelling the Mother Confessor is a crime in Aydindril, he must have known that when he cast the spell.” Then I pause, turning back to her, anger clearly evident on my face. “Undo what he did,” I say my face the mask of the Mother Confessor, which in turn leaves no room for argument. So she just nods and raises her hands.
The Keeper himself will hide.