Thunder only happens when it's raining

by zagadka4

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.

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer
I own nothing of Legend of The Seeker and this was written for enjoyment; certainly mine, hopefully yours.

A/N

This fic has some betareaders:
Pallasphoenix for the chapters 1-12, Thatdamnyank for the chapters 1-in progress, STforRK for the chapters 28-in progress. I want to express my utter gratitude to all of them for the great help they gave and are giving to me and my story.

I also want to thank the_girl_20 (whose C/K fics I'm in love with) who gave me one single advice which was the most important for me. May be nothing of this would have been written without her wise words.

The fic is entirely based on the TV Series 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. By all means nothing of this would have been written without that band to inspire me.

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FIRST PART – DIASPORA

Chapter 1 – I keep my visions to myself

(Verse from the song "Dreams")

At the exact moment the veil between the land of the living and the Underworld was repaired, she sensed it. She felt the heavy clouds fading away, leaving a clear blue sky and a bright sun to shine upon her skin, causing the hard knot that had dwelled in her chest for so long time to melt away, leaving a warm release. That awful feeling of death and cold darkness at last disappeared from her mind.

She, the great witch Shota, felt calm and quiet pouring down on her, after long months of restlessness.

The Seeker had succeeded his mission; the old fool Wizard had been right after all, by believing in his grandson and stubbornly insisting that Richard Cypher would fulfill his duty. All right, maybe he was not such a fool and, truth be told, she had been the one wrong. It turned out that her putting sticks in the Seeker's spokes was not such a good idea and certainly not the right way to reach her goals.

But in the end the prophecy came to pass, as she kept on repeating to the Wizard's dull ears; only it happened in a way nobody expected. Prophecies always came true, without exception. The Creator herself sent them and they were written upon stone for a reason. Her visions instead were fickle messages; previews about things that could happen or that – with proper maneuver – could be avoided.

She had spent many years in her youth, trying to understand why those visions were sent just to her. She had finally managed to find out that the Creator deemed her worth to know and trusted her enough to act as she pleased with the precious information. Graced by this privilege, she had always done her best to use these messages and bend the events to her own advantage, strengthened by the fact that she had the trust of nothing less than the Creator herself.

That night her heart was lightened and a heavy dreamless sleep caught her fast. But that blissful moment was a short-lived rest.

The morning after a new vision dropped on her and left her full of horror and anguish, it was the worst message she had ever received. How could the whole world be in such danger yet again so suddenly?

After all her efforts thus, one single day of rest was her reward? Sometimes the Creator was a demanding employer, Shota thought. She began immediately to ponder what she could do to prevent the awful happenings to come, trying to find a weak link in the chain of fearful events to come.

And she found it, quite easily also.

That link was a child, a very peculiar child. And to save the world, this boy had to die.