Rating probably will go up! Also, I own nothing, blah blah blah, and some disturbing content ahead. Not going to lie, this chapter is kind of boring, so if you want to skip to chapter 2 I PROMISE it get's better.
After defeating The Keeper, Richard, Cara and Zedd had begun a new journey to get the Mother Confessor back to her rightful place in Aydindril.
Richard, also needing a new cause had decided to finally accept his heritage and declared himself the new Lord Rahl. He wanted to change D'hara for the better, and use his position to rule fairly, and justly. Upon the new bond being awakened, Richard had used it to order all Mord-Sith to cease their activities and abandon their temples to travel to The People's Palace, to wait for their new Lord.
The sun shone brightly on the hot summer day, which only reflected the anger in the blonde's emerald orbs more intensely then normal. "I'm going into the temple with or without you confessor". With a raised eyebrow and cocked hip, her decision had been finalized, and she turned to begin walking toward the lone temple. Cara had been careless, likely due to a combination of stress, sleeplessness and exhaustion that their quest had brought, and had lost her agiels in a large rift to the underworld before it was sealed in the chaos of the fight near the Pillars. The Mord-Sith would be damned if she couldn't get her hands on another pair of comforting agiels.
Kahlan shook her head in disbelief at the blonde's stubbornness. She couldn't sort out why, but she continually got sick feeling that swirled in the pit of her stomach at the thought of the Mord'Sith being put in mortal danger. I just care about her, she reasoned with herself. She's become a friend to us all. Something about the word friend made her uncomfortable. She hadn't spoken a word to anyone, but before discovering Richard was immune to her power while she was in Con Dar, she had discovered that Cara was as well. While fighting the sisters of the dark she had focused all her power on Cara, to no avail. A fact that she couldn't figure out the meaning of, and she couldn't decide whether it excited or frightened her.
The confessor sighed heavily with frustration, and looked to her right for support from her other travelling companion. The seeker all but stifled a laugh at the bickering women in front of him. Zedd brought up the back, holding the four horse's reins, while contently munching on an apple. Wisely choosing to stay out of the matter. Some things never changed. But other things….
"She's right Cara, we have no idea how many Mord'Sith are in there, or if they would even listen to me. We could easily be outnumbered". Without going through the proper ceremonies officially giving him rein over D'hara, he feared he may not be accepted fully by those who were so loyal to his malevolent brother. The blonde defiantly pursed her perfect lips. "I need. New agiels. This.…", reaching to her belt, she held up one of Kahlan's daggers between two fingers with mock disgust, "is not cutting it".
The brunette crossed her arms over her chest, her cleavage lifting slightly higher in her already constricting, and revealing traveller's dress. Cara quickly turned back towards the temple, not allowing her eyes to wander, suddenly intrigued by the structure which she had seen thousands of times. "I'll have you know that dagger is of excellent quality, and passed down from my mother". Kahlan's voiced cracked almost in perceptively at the last word. But she had heard it, and the blonde cringed slightly. Thankfully Cara was facing away from the group and her reaction was unseen.
She knew how much it hurt the confessor to speak of her dead mother, and felt a slight ache in her chest that she might have hurt and offended her. I shouldn't be… the blonde didn't allow herself to finish that thought. In a flash her features became stoic again as she turned around. Get it together. She sighed softly. "If your confessor power had be taken away from you, i'm sure you would also want it back. It's like….", the blonde struggled to find the right words. Kahlan half smiled, "you've lost a part of yourself", she finished. Cara nodded curtly in confirmation.
Slightly uncomfortable with the emotion filled turn the conversation had begun to take, the blonde turned back toward the temple and begun to saunter over. The sway of her hips had momentarily hypnotized the confessor before she snapped out of it, mentally scolding herself. "Richard! Stop her!". The seeker was already on her heels with his sword drawn when he turned his head towards her, "I can't Kahlan! She's a free Mord-Sith!".
Ahead, Cara stifled and eye roll, she could already tell by the rough, unkempt, vine tangled exterior that the temple was abandoned. She also knew a temple of such small size could hold ten Mord-Sith at the most. Hardly a challenge in her mind. Regardless, she felt the need to have the Mother Confessor's dagger drawn, and held it in a vice grip by her side.
As an unspoken agreement, Zedd had stayed behind with the horses and took a seat on a near by rock, knowing his magic would be useless against their opponents. Kahlan finally gave up with an exasperated sigh, drawing her other dagger from her thigh high boots, and jogging after the two incredibly stubborn individuals.