FIC: THUNDER ONLY HAPPENS WHEN IT'S RAINING (12/?)
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: 1251
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 12 - There’s nothing worse than unrequited love
(Verse from the song “Love to love you”)
She sucked air with a compelling urge filling her lungs completely until they ached unable to contain more oxygen. She snapped her eyes wide open and sat in a pounce, gasping and frantically turning her head right and left in the attempt to remember where she was and why she was there.
Kahlan was in a clearing in the forest, completely alone. It was early morning and a hot sun shone upon her milky skin. Her mind was still confused and had troubles focusing on what happened. She closed her eyes and placed her fingers against her temples moving gentle circles to help her concentration.
Hot… in the past days it wasn’t that hot, it was fresh… and wet. There was… the fog! She suddenly recalled that they had been trapped, deprived of their powers and ambushed by the Sisters of the Dark. She instinctively turned to her harmed arm, oddly it wasn’t aching. She removed the bandage and found it completely healed.
What the hell had happened?
Her brain was still dull then a flash lightened her mind: Cara!
At last she remembered everything. How Cara carried her and remained close to her, until her last breath. How, just a moment before dying, Kahlan read the Mord-Sith and found the most unexpected secret hidden in the folds of the blonde’s inner soul. But now she had no time to linger upon this puzzling revelation, she had to find out what happened and find Cara.
Kahlan stood up assessing her surroundings and reasoning: she had died but now she was alive and the blonde was nowhere in sight. At the same time the brunette realized that she was fine, more than fine. She felt in full strength; she hadn’t felt so well in weeks. The obvious and only reason she could think of, was that she received the Breath of Life.
Again, Cara.
The Mord-Sith likely found a way to remove the trapping spell, gave her the Breath of Life and then disappeared. A dread foreboding bloomed in the back of Kahlan’s mind and sent shiver down her spine. She shouted her friend’s name repeatedly. A rustle in the distance caught her attention and the Confessor lifted her guard, but her daggers had been removed from her boots. She felt heat rising because of her vulnerable position, but sighed in relief when she saw Richard and Zedd approaching to her. She ran toward the Seeker and he did the same until they crushed in a tight embrace.
“Kahlan are you all right? I was so frightened something happened to you.” He cried, squeezing her in his strong arms.
“I’m fine Richard and so happy to see you.” Kahlan closed her eyes melting into his sheltering embrace. He parted from her and stared at his love, smiling in contemplation and cupping her face with both his hands. As usual he moved forward to kiss her, but she put both her hands on his shoulders and halted him with concern in her eyes.
“Richard, we have no time. We need to find Cara, she’s vanished.” A small hint of disappointment glimpsed in the young man’s eyes, but he immediately discarded the shoes of the lover to wear the Seeker’s, resolute to find his missing friend.
Kahlan explained to the men what happened since the fog had dropped on them, how they were attacked by the Sisters of the Dark, until the moment she woke up back alive a few minutes ago, but without Cara around. She obviously avoided - and not so innocently - of reporting that she tried to kiss the Mord-Sith two days before.
A sample of emotions coursed across Richard’s face during her talk: scare, wrath, but mostly angst when he heard that the woman he loved had died. He turned pale and placed his hands on hers. He couldn’t get them off of her, tightening often to be reassured that the warmth of life was still on his adored Kahlan and that she was again close to him where he could protect her.
Zedd also briefly reported to Kahlan that they weren’t attacked by anyone, but just peacefully left wandering around the forest. Then they all began to look for trails which could give them a clue regarding where the Mord-Sith was and what happened to her.
.
“Kahlan.” Richard called over his shoulder.
“Did you find something?” She reached him fast and hopeful.
“I found your dagger here, among the grass.” That was the spot where Kahlan was lying before.
“I don’t remember unsheathing it. Cara was unarmed. She must have taken it… ” The brunette spoke with troubled tone. She eyed some drops of blood dirtying the blade and again icy shivers ran down her spine. That dagger hadn't hit anyone, because so little blood meant only a bare scratch before the weapon being discarded. “...and dropped it.”
“She may have the other one with her.” Richard shyly tried to give her the hope that Cara wasn’t necessarily in immediate danger, but he himself found it hard to believe in his own optimism. Kahlan shook her head.
“No, we lost it during the battle with the Sisters of the Dark.”
“Then take mine.” The Seeker drew a dagger from his boot and handed it to the brunette “You can’t fight properly with only one. We might be attacked again.” It was a shorter and heavier dagger than Kahlan’s, but it had a good blade. She held the weapon he was giving her, touching his warm rough hand and quivered remembering that she told the blonde a short time ago that she owed her a new dagger. Kahlan wondered with a sigh whether Cara would ever get the chance to fulfill her promise to refund the lost object.
Zedd magically scanned the whole area but found nothing at all. Whoever performed the Magic Maze was a first class sorceress, because every trace of the spell had been completely removed. They kept on searching until sundown, covering a larger and larger range of forest, but found nothing whatsover. Cara was seemingly spirited away. Finally they suspend the search and made camp for the night, purposing to start again the next morning.
Kahlan agreed. It was senseless to go on seeking in the dark, nonetheless she felt a sore twinge in her chest, figuring her friend out there, alone, likely in danger, or worse… The Confessor couldn’t even think about it. She wanted to soothe herself, nestling in the warmth of Richard’s broad shoulders, but thought that it would be somehow unfair toward Cara, who had nobody to rely on at the moment. So she put him gently aside, uncaring of his confused look and laid on her bedroll, hoping that sleep would come easily.
Pointless.
Kahlan had this seed planted in her head that Cara had sacrificed herself to save her and nothing in the world could ever get this idea out of her mind. The Confessor had reached this awareness with complete certainty, since the moment she came back to life. Since she breathed in the life Cara thrust into her.
Kahlan shut her eyes tightly feeling hot tears slipping between her lashes.
She was convinced that Cara traded her life for the Confessor's, because what she read in the Mord-Sith’s soul was that Cara was desperately in love with her.
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: 1251
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 12 - There’s nothing worse than unrequited love
(Verse from the song “Love to love you”)
She sucked air with a compelling urge filling her lungs completely until they ached unable to contain more oxygen. She snapped her eyes wide open and sat in a pounce, gasping and frantically turning her head right and left in the attempt to remember where she was and why she was there.
Kahlan was in a clearing in the forest, completely alone. It was early morning and a hot sun shone upon her milky skin. Her mind was still confused and had troubles focusing on what happened. She closed her eyes and placed her fingers against her temples moving gentle circles to help her concentration.
Hot… in the past days it wasn’t that hot, it was fresh… and wet. There was… the fog! She suddenly recalled that they had been trapped, deprived of their powers and ambushed by the Sisters of the Dark. She instinctively turned to her harmed arm, oddly it wasn’t aching. She removed the bandage and found it completely healed.
What the hell had happened?
Her brain was still dull then a flash lightened her mind: Cara!
At last she remembered everything. How Cara carried her and remained close to her, until her last breath. How, just a moment before dying, Kahlan read the Mord-Sith and found the most unexpected secret hidden in the folds of the blonde’s inner soul. But now she had no time to linger upon this puzzling revelation, she had to find out what happened and find Cara.
Kahlan stood up assessing her surroundings and reasoning: she had died but now she was alive and the blonde was nowhere in sight. At the same time the brunette realized that she was fine, more than fine. She felt in full strength; she hadn’t felt so well in weeks. The obvious and only reason she could think of, was that she received the Breath of Life.
Again, Cara.
The Mord-Sith likely found a way to remove the trapping spell, gave her the Breath of Life and then disappeared. A dread foreboding bloomed in the back of Kahlan’s mind and sent shiver down her spine. She shouted her friend’s name repeatedly. A rustle in the distance caught her attention and the Confessor lifted her guard, but her daggers had been removed from her boots. She felt heat rising because of her vulnerable position, but sighed in relief when she saw Richard and Zedd approaching to her. She ran toward the Seeker and he did the same until they crushed in a tight embrace.
“Kahlan are you all right? I was so frightened something happened to you.” He cried, squeezing her in his strong arms.
“I’m fine Richard and so happy to see you.” Kahlan closed her eyes melting into his sheltering embrace. He parted from her and stared at his love, smiling in contemplation and cupping her face with both his hands. As usual he moved forward to kiss her, but she put both her hands on his shoulders and halted him with concern in her eyes.
“Richard, we have no time. We need to find Cara, she’s vanished.” A small hint of disappointment glimpsed in the young man’s eyes, but he immediately discarded the shoes of the lover to wear the Seeker’s, resolute to find his missing friend.
Kahlan explained to the men what happened since the fog had dropped on them, how they were attacked by the Sisters of the Dark, until the moment she woke up back alive a few minutes ago, but without Cara around. She obviously avoided - and not so innocently - of reporting that she tried to kiss the Mord-Sith two days before.
A sample of emotions coursed across Richard’s face during her talk: scare, wrath, but mostly angst when he heard that the woman he loved had died. He turned pale and placed his hands on hers. He couldn’t get them off of her, tightening often to be reassured that the warmth of life was still on his adored Kahlan and that she was again close to him where he could protect her.
Zedd also briefly reported to Kahlan that they weren’t attacked by anyone, but just peacefully left wandering around the forest. Then they all began to look for trails which could give them a clue regarding where the Mord-Sith was and what happened to her.
.
“Kahlan.” Richard called over his shoulder.
“Did you find something?” She reached him fast and hopeful.
“I found your dagger here, among the grass.” That was the spot where Kahlan was lying before.
“I don’t remember unsheathing it. Cara was unarmed. She must have taken it… ” The brunette spoke with troubled tone. She eyed some drops of blood dirtying the blade and again icy shivers ran down her spine. That dagger hadn't hit anyone, because so little blood meant only a bare scratch before the weapon being discarded. “...and dropped it.”
“She may have the other one with her.” Richard shyly tried to give her the hope that Cara wasn’t necessarily in immediate danger, but he himself found it hard to believe in his own optimism. Kahlan shook her head.
“No, we lost it during the battle with the Sisters of the Dark.”
“Then take mine.” The Seeker drew a dagger from his boot and handed it to the brunette “You can’t fight properly with only one. We might be attacked again.” It was a shorter and heavier dagger than Kahlan’s, but it had a good blade. She held the weapon he was giving her, touching his warm rough hand and quivered remembering that she told the blonde a short time ago that she owed her a new dagger. Kahlan wondered with a sigh whether Cara would ever get the chance to fulfill her promise to refund the lost object.
Zedd magically scanned the whole area but found nothing at all. Whoever performed the Magic Maze was a first class sorceress, because every trace of the spell had been completely removed. They kept on searching until sundown, covering a larger and larger range of forest, but found nothing whatsover. Cara was seemingly spirited away. Finally they suspend the search and made camp for the night, purposing to start again the next morning.
Kahlan agreed. It was senseless to go on seeking in the dark, nonetheless she felt a sore twinge in her chest, figuring her friend out there, alone, likely in danger, or worse… The Confessor couldn’t even think about it. She wanted to soothe herself, nestling in the warmth of Richard’s broad shoulders, but thought that it would be somehow unfair toward Cara, who had nobody to rely on at the moment. So she put him gently aside, uncaring of his confused look and laid on her bedroll, hoping that sleep would come easily.
Pointless.
Kahlan had this seed planted in her head that Cara had sacrificed herself to save her and nothing in the world could ever get this idea out of her mind. The Confessor had reached this awareness with complete certainty, since the moment she came back to life. Since she breathed in the life Cara thrust into her.
Kahlan shut her eyes tightly feeling hot tears slipping between her lashes.
She was convinced that Cara traded her life for the Confessor's, because what she read in the Mord-Sith’s soul was that Cara was desperately in love with her.