Title: Sacrifice
Author: Chantel
Rating: PG-R, dark themes in later chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Legend of the Seeker or the Sword of Truth series. This is all non-profit, creative fun. I'm just expressing Nerd solidarity and borrowing the characters for a bit :)

Summary: While fighting against a powerful, mysterious woman.. Kahlan is launched into an unknown world of sorrow, pain, and death. This is her journey.. or is it?

Author's Note:

Well hi there LoTS fandom. I've been admiring you from a far for quite some time and though maybe we could get better acquainted? Haha, this is my first Seeker fic. I'm posting this as a teaser to see who's interested and who is not. Read on, let me know what you're feeling.


White light engulfed the small cave so entirely that movement ceased. A piercing howl flooded the room and each occupant was brought to their knees. Magic hung in the air, heavy with power. The light surged forward, unexpectedly culminating in an explosion midair. It was almost blinding.

Kahlan fumbled around on the ground, unsure of when she had hit the cave floor, and tried to regain her wits. "Spirits," the Confessor gasped out, holding a hand to her head. There was a ringing raging between her ears. The hum of the vibrations blocking everything else out.

It was as if time was frozen in those few moments. The air thickened around her, weighing her limbs down as she tried to force herself to her feet again. Her body was weighed down and Kahlan found herself unable to move. Panic set in as her eyes darted around the room.

Neither Cara, Richard, or Zedd were in Kahlans direct line of sight. Neither is the Sorceress they were battling against before chaos of the magic exploded through the air.

In the blink of an eye, the cave goes dark.

"Come out and face me, coward!" The Confessor shouts.

A deep, resonating laughter comes from above her.

"Coward?" A low, feminine voice teases.

As quickly as the darkness had arrived, it recedes.

Hovering over her body, is a short, silver haired woman. Her age, displayed by the wrinkles that appear on her face as her lips turn into a smile and release a hearty laugh.

The woman stares at Kahlan, before quirking her eyebrow and shaking her head. Kahlan would have found the expression endearing, had this not been the woman that, only moments before, she was engaging in combat with.

"Something amusing, Sorceress?" Kahlan hissed out, defiant to show fear in the face of her enemy.

Grey eyes raked over her body, turning her stomach as they did. The woman observed her in silence and Kahlan took the opportunity to fight. Forgetful of her inability to move, Kahlan thrashed her body about with all her strength. She barely moved an inch.

The woman remained silent as she bent down to run her hand over the Mother Confessor's face. Her touch was soft, gentle. As the old woman inspected her face, Kahlan stared, confused, into the dark grey eyes. They pierced right through her.

"Who are you?" she whispered, finally, unable to tear her gaze away from the woman's face.

She was met with a chuckle.

"Well," the woman began after another few moments, "Sorceress, I am not, Kahlan Amnell. Sorceress, I am not."

Kahlan blinks a few times, digesting the fact that this woman knows who she is. There is something familiar in the way her name is spoken that tugs at Kahlans soul. Many people recognize her, most know of her. Few people, however, are ever acquainted with her in the way this woman's behavior suggests she is.

The buzzing in her ears stop. The air loosens and the silver haired woman stands.

She offers her hand to Kahlan. The Confessor stands without it, a mask of indifference painted on her face.

Kahlan lunges forward, wrapping her hands around the womans neck and releases her magic. The woman falls to her knees before her.

Silence ensues until,

"Command me, Confessor"

Before Kahlan knows that it's happened, the woman has disarmed her of her knives and knocked her on her back.

The woman is fast. Too fast, and Kahlan finds a hand slammed into her chest, cutting off her attempt to spring back up.

Rocks dig into her skin as the woman pins her to the ground by her neck with one hand. Kahlan is paralyzed again as a thickly amused voice slithers out, "Perhaps not this time, hmm?."

There's a gleeful look in the grey eyes now. A challenge.

Kahlan does not get the chance to accept it, however. The woman's other hand comes down and sinks into her chest.

A strangled cry escapes her lips. Fingers coil around Kahlans heart tightly.

The world goes dark again.


What do you guys think so far?
Thanks for reading.