Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created in Legend of the Seeker. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is being intended. However, all original characters belong to me.
A/N: This story has come characters form the books that have not been introduced yet into the TV show, though the character profiles follow the show. (i.e some characters who I feel have been introduced but might not have been named yet, or yet to be introduced) This is just an idea I got in my head a few days back and felt like writing it down. Some names may be miss spelt.
Title: Prospects
Rating: T could later become M depending on how graphic I want this story to end up being.
Summary: A disturbing prophecy forces Zed to uproot the lives of Kaylan and Richard among many others, in hopes of protecting the world's future. All pairings are Cannon. Spoilers revolve more around the TV show, but incorporate spoilers from the books as well.
Chapter- Prelude
A heavy fog cascaded through the musky town of Southaven. The streets were empty aside from the random drunken bodies of men who lived and traveled through the dilapidated town. Dim lights were beginning to fade away in the few homes that resided within the town walls. While the glow of the few inns, taverns, and brothels began to slowly brighten.
The fog began to separate as the silhouette of a hooded figure atop a large horse slowly cantered their way into the town towards one of the lit inns. The horse slowed to a stop, before the figure dismounted and gave the horse a light pat too its thick rust red neck. They fixed their hood, their face now shadowed even more than before. The figure then entered through the rotting door of the dreary inn.
Lamps were hung low against the walls of the inn, exposing the chipping and stained once off-white colored paint. Across the large opened room in a murky corner stood a tall lanky man, his hair was long with a deep brown color, grey sprouted from the top in random areas most likely from the stress of helping to manage the 'lovely' building. He let out a panicked breath. His hands were at his back holding onto an average sized burlap sack laced at the top.
The hooded figure shut the door slowly behind themselves in hopes of avoiding the many stared from the big and small, old and young, putrid smelling men. The figure made their way over to the man who stood in the dark corner. "I am told you are holding an object of great importance," stated the figure their eyes locking directly with the tall man.
The man looked directly at the figure, gulped in a bit of air. "You may be 'ere to pick up some sort of object, but how do I know my object's yer object?" He questioned back a small smile on his lips, obviously proud of his counter.
If the man could see within the hood he would have been able to see the grin across the figure's face. "I am here for a man who goes by the name Rubin Rednick."
The man's eyes bulged slightly, the figure though intimidating, had to be no more than a few inches over five feet tall. As if reading the thoughts of the man, the figure countered their weight moving it to their other foot. The cloak they wore billowing open slightly allowing an object to let off a brilliant glint, there was a set of daggers at the figure's waist. The man paused, took one hand from the sack he held behind him and placed it too his side. Then taking his other hand he held the sack out in front of the clocked figure.
Glancing towards the dingy sack, the figure took hold. Then surveyed the outside of the withering sack, felt its contents from the outside before opening the bag and placing a gloved hand directly inside only to take their hand out seconds after. The figure re-laced the sack and clutched it tight to their body, took a small pouch from their belt and handed it over to too the man. "For your troubles," said the figure.
The man nodded opening the pouch to looking at the group of shining silver coins. "Give my regards to Rubin," stated the man before looking up. He would be alone if it weren't for the other visitors at the inn who still sat eating, drinking, and talking amongst themselves.
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The figure drove the horse through the dark forests, across the beautifully open spring meadows, along desolate rocks of the towering mountains, and through the showering pulls of neighboring streams.
The figure knew they were not being followed, for what the horse was carrying against its side would seem like nothing but a strange burlap sack to any onlooker who road past or glanced over towards the rider and their horse. However, that did not stop the figure. They still pushed the horse only allowing it a moment to canter. There was very little time, and the figure needed to make it to their destination before the next sun down or all was lost.
The wind began to pick up, the figure's hood flew back letting loose long soft curls, the figure was a women. Her green eyes looked off into the distance with such drive, such intensity. One might think this young girl had an air of intelligence around her that young girls were never meant to have. "Come on girl we're almost there. Just a little bit longer and we will be at the Tomb of the Great Kings, just a little bit longer."