Author's Note: Greetings, darling readers! I can't believe I'm writing this right now... Okay, well, this is only my 4th fanfic, and my very first one on The Legend of the Seeker. Like I said, I have no idea why I'm doing this right now! Perhaps it is the need of a break from my own world of Harry Potter? The need of a break from writing the BESTEST villain of all time, my beloved Tom Riddle/Lord Voldemort? I dunno. Well, anyway this story is written for fun, period. I hope my story would be of satisfactory to you... And I hope I can continue this Darken Rahl X OC, if YOU darlings like it alright!

So, happy reading (I hope)!

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Her name was Darchelle, Darchelle Rahl. She was only thirteen, the little sister of Darken Rahl, her brother. Her name means 'dark', same as her brothers. They had the same father, Panis Rahl. She didn't love him, but she didn't suppose she hated him much either. But since he was her father after all, and she never knew her mother, she guessed she did care about him a little. Anyway, he was not a loving father. For starters, a good father wouldn't put all glory to his son, his heir; for starters, a caring father wouldn't ignore his daughter most of the times; for starters, a true father wouldn't hold such a low regard to a female Rahl. She was different from other girls. She was not a whiny useless little princess whose only dream was to find her Prince Charming. Oh no, she was far from that, far above that. She was insanely confident and ambitious and possessed a frightening goal list in her mind, but she hid this part of her personality well. On the outside, she was beautiful, with her midnight black hair identical to Darken's, irresistible electric sapphire-blue eyes that were more piercing than his and seemed to shot out sparks, they cut straight through the soul of the person she stared upon. She was sweet, polite, kind, shy, and obedient... Because of this O-too-convincing facade, her father often said that she would bring disgrace for the House of Rahl, for she 'did not have the heart for great things'. He didn't know her at all, which was totally pathetic for a father.

Inside, she was dark, and she guessed her mind would be what people would call 'twisted', especially for a child so young. She craved for power, and especially enjoyed torturing and killing people for fun and relaxing purposes. She had her first kill when she was merely seven, in fact. But her father never knew that, being the delusional foolish bastard he was. Alright, she would admit that she did hate him. More than a little. However, despite all this she never considered herself evil. Why? Simple, allow her to tell you the one rule that is greater than all the Wizard's Rules: there is no good or evil, there is only power...and those too weak to seek it. (A/N: Hehe, don't start saying I'm genius for thinking up something like this... Because unfortunately, this is NOT mine! Although it taught (and changed) me a lot, and I definitely grew darker after pondering on it. Voldemort in Harry Potter said it. He is a true genius!)

The only person in the entire world who knew what she truly was inside was her dearest brother, Darken. He covered up for her whenever she killed, and sometimes they would have fun together in the dungeons, testing out new skills on the prisoners. The other people at the Palace always smiled to her and said, 'Oh, you're a sweet little angel of House Rahl, truly!' Disgusting. And then dropping to whispers, 'It is a shame such a nice little girl had to be born into such a horrid family.'

The thing she was good at most was easily magic, and not even her father can fail to notice her extraordinary talent in magic. It was like magic was in her blood, and she would be what they call a 'natural'. Her next best thing was sword fight, but this would have to be made third if you count her torturing skills in. Just imagine all those wonderful things she can do with her magic...

'Darchelle,' A most pleasurable silky voice that came from her brother snapped Darchelle out of her yet another daydream/planning of world domination, 'What is going on inside that tricky little head of yours again?'

Calmly, she looked around, saw that nobody was looking and instantly smirked at her brother, who was leaning against a wall casually. 'But if I tell you what I'm thinking, my mind won't be half as "tricky", as you called it, would it?' Her voice rivaled that of her brothers in its silky quality.

Darken Rahl chuckled as he observed his sister. Darchelle was many things, he often thought, and sarcastic was only the best of her.

'Oh, my little Chilly, you are in a rare playful mood today, why is that?' He used his special nickname for her, and it cannot fit her any better, since she wasn't fond of her real name much.

Darchelle smirked wider, 'Are you complaining? I would not mind if you prefer me to slip back into my cold, emotionless self. However, since you asked so nicely, I would be pleased to inform you that it is because that He isn't around today, and everyone else is rushing about with some urgent business, leaving us here, pleasantly undisturbed.' She spoke like the perfect lady everyone thought she was, but Darken was not to be fooled by his sister Darchelle. He knew her all too well.

'You're up to something.' He pointed out simply as his younger female version of himself raised an elegant eyebrow at him.

'Oh, am I? Pray tell then, dear brother, what makes you think that?'

It was Darken's turn to smirk. 'Because... I know although you want everybody to think that you are a proper lady, we both know the truth. And if we are alone here, but you speak so formally with me, then... It's not natural. Plus the fact that you are always extremely careful just before you are planning to do something big.'

Their eyes met, each pools of sapphire fire matching the other in intensity. No one backed down in this staring competition and finally Darchelle replied only with a non-commitment 'hymph'.

If my actions can be predicted that easily by him, then I must not be careful enough... Damn, I was going to bait him into it! But then again, this way may be quicker for the both of us.

'Fine, fine, very well.' She rolled her eyes and sighed, looking over at her brother who was three years older than her. 'Remember our little...discussion a year ago, in the cemetery?'

Darken looked at her, eyes narrowed, 'Of course, sister, how could I forget?'

Flashback...

*Important, please read!*

(Darchelle was twelve, and Darken was fifteen.)

'I'm so bored!' Darchelle blurted out, slamming her book shut.

'Well, not much you can do, really, Chilly. We are in a palace, with lots of guards guarding every door. There is no way we can sneak out, surly you realise that already!' He explained to his little sister patiently.

His sister, however, obviously disagreed. 'Every puzzle has a key, every question has an answer, every problem has a solution... Every castle has a loophole!'

Darken sighed and patted her on the head. 'Dear Chilly, although your logic is impressive and undoubtedly correct, this is not how our world truly works. Forget it, you can't just slip past so many guards without them noticing you!'

Darchelle smiled mischievously, a look he recognised too well that meant 'I'm-up-to-something' flashing in her electric blue eyes. 'Oh, I know that, dear brother. But who said anything about slipping past the guards?'

Darken gave her a penetrating look and asked carefully, 'What exactly do you have in mind?'

She smirked. 'What use is magic if we can't even use it to get out of our own palace?'

He laughed quietly, shaking his head at Darchelle's wit and slyness. 'That's actually a great idea, if you are sure what you're doing -'

As usual, his sister took offense at being doubted on her magical ability, 'Of course I know what I'm doing, Darken Rahl!' She snapped at him, 'Or can you possibly assume that I would suggest this if I'm not 100 percent positive, mmh?' She took a breath to calm herself and smiled at her brother. 'Take my hand, I can transport us to the perfect place for a peaceful nighttime stroll.'

Hesitating for a second, Darken took her hand and Darchelle closed her eyes, focusing on the place she wanted to go, and moments later they were somehow squeezed into a world of destinations, and without a soft thud, they landed, on their feet, at...

A graveyard. Of all the places she could have picked, Darchelle found a creepy graveyard to be the best of the lot! Just typical.

Unafraid, the two Rahls walked, hand in hand, passing one grave after another. They can literally sniff the scent of death and darkness in the chilly night air, and seemed to enjoy it.

'Now that's more like how we should spend our night!' Darchelle laughed happily, a rare sight on her indeed. And for once, it made her almost look at an innocent little girl that she should have been.

'Exactly! I find myself enjoying your taste...' He whispered into her ear and she giggled affectionately. She can only be truly affectionate toward him, to others, although she pretended to be warm and caring, she was cold and careless. A truly cold she-demon girl.

They were silent for a while, holding hands, enjoying the evil view of tombs all around them. Quite suddenly, Darchelle stopped walking and turned to Darken, a very serious, even fearful look in her liquid sapphire eyes.

'I do not want to die, Darken.' She whispered.

He glanced at his sister curiously. 'You will not die, Chilly,' He assured her, 'You are still young - a child. You will still have many, many years to live, stop worrying so soon!'

'I know that.' Her voice was still small, 'But one day, I will get old. One day, I will die eventually!' She raised her voice to an ear-piercing shrillness, 'I do not want to die, Darken, EVER! I do not - will not allow myself to be reduced to a pathetic, grey, toothless crone!'

Darken, greatly surprised, tried to smile easily at her. 'Calm down, Chilly, you're being irrational. This is the law of nature, and no magic can possibly achieve that!'

Darchelle glared at him with a defiant glint in her over-bright eyes. 'Oh, and why is that?'

'Because, if it is possible to live forever using magic, don't you think that many witches and wizards more experienced than you had tried - and failed before you?'

'Yes, it has been tried, but not by me!' She said, as if promising herself, 'I will find a way, one day. And when I do, I want you to be immortal as well.' She smiled. 'Together, we will rule the world!'

Unable to produce words for the first time in his life, Darken Rahl can only nod to his sister and replied only one world. 'Together.'

-Flashback End-

'Yes, Darchelle, I remember everything. Why do you ask?' He throw her a suspicious glance.

'Because, dear brother,' She smiled, eyes flashing, 'I believe after a year's time, I've found a way to achieve immortality.'