Disclaimer: I don't own any of this…

A/N: This was planned and started prior to the end of the series; I just never posted it before. I wrote this because I didn't like how they treated Denna. (An arrow in the back from Cara no less. I would prefer Richard or even settle with Kahlen in a fight to the finish). This will probably have five or six chapters

In this AU Zed talked her down and she ran away leaving Zed a fruit basket. (I just got an image in my head of Kahlen and Cara running ragged to save him and he is relaxing eating an apple hehe)

Legend of the Seeker

Rahl Bloodline

Aydindril

Aydindril was a beautiful place. Many of the side streets were narrow with tightly packed buildings and tiny courtyards. Aydindril was teeming with people. Especially today, Royalty, nobility even ordinary stream into the city gates for the past days for this joyous occasion. An occassion so rare it has never happened before or since: the union between the Seeker of Truth Richard Cypher and Mother Confessor Kahlen Amnel.

"Alright, I want everyone of you to keep your eyes open! Inspect every gift every chest! No exception! Report anything suspicious!" An extremely big, well built man; in his forties and his thick black hair, Dell "Chase" Brandstone, Richard Cypher's closest friend who volunteered as captain of the guard, ordered. The squad in formation near the Aydindril Gates. Chase marched inspecting everyman as he clutched the handle of his broadsword ready at his waist, "Dismissed!"

It may be a joyous day; but, there still many D'haran commanders and aristocrats that would plot against the Seeker and the Mother Confessor to establish themselves ahead of their rivals and take over the fractured D'haran Empire.

Keeping danger away is a difficult task, Chase thought, as he looked on to see thousands still flooding into the city. The Aydindril homeguard were stretched thin, Chase recognized, but no assasin will get to the confessors palace as long as he was around.

Confessor's Palace

The confessor's palace is the most beautiful estate in Aydindril. Simply put a masterpiece of design befitting the home of the confessors. Its great courtyards bloom with life in all colors. The Marble statutes monuments to heroes of the past Seeker, Wizard, and confessor alike spread as décor guarding the pathway.

In Mother Confessor's Chamber, Kahlen Amnel stared at herself in the mirror. Apprehension clear on her face. What to do? She just couldn't decide on what dress to wear for her first night with Richard...

"A penny for your thoughts?" Jesnnsen Rahl asked.

"Oh its nothing…" Kahlen said, "I just can't decide what to wear on our wedding night…"

"Ow…" Jennsen paused her blue eyes sparkled, "I haven't spent that much time with him," Jennsen said seriously; "but, I am sure he would prefer you wear nothing at all," this time Jennsen teasingly.

"Jennsen…" Kahlen said with a giggle.

"But seriously, he loves and is devoted to you all of you so you don't need to concern yourself about the details." Jennsen said reassuringly.

"If I were you I would be worrying about how many daughters he's gonna want. As I am pretty sure he won't be able to keep his hands off you." Jennsen said jokingly. All children of the Confessors must be born female.

"You may have to repopulate the confessor line…" a female voice said from behind them.

Jennsen and Kahlen jerked back as Denee Amnel stood in the doorway a grin on her face her pure white Confessor robes flowed behind her as she approached her sister.

"Denee!…" Kahlen said a little embarrassed.

"I am sorry to interrupt but, I have a very insistent guess that wishes to see you…" Denee explained.

Kahlen was surprised to see little Rachelle scamper towards her in glee. Kahlen smiled and they gave each other a hug.

"You look beautiful…," a young female voice said.

Kahlen looked up Annabelle stepped forward. "Annabelle…," Kahlen greeted.

"Kahlen…" Rachelle whispered tugging on Kahlen's dress. Kahlen stooped to Rachelle.

"I'm gonna pick the bestest flowers from the courtyard for you" Rachelle whispered as everyone in the smiled. As Rachelle scampered off.

Kahlen turned back to Annabelle. "Your alone?" Kahlen asked. The last time she saw Annabelle was when she rode off with Flynn a good man; but still a thief.

"Yes, we broke up a month ago…" Annabelle explained, "well, it allowed me to grow up…"

"I'm happy you are taking it well…" Kahlen said

Annabelle was a confessor kept in a tower for most of her life unaware of who or what she really was. When she did she accidentally confessed a dozen men even Richard. She voluntarily surrendered her power with the help of a Quillion to drain it away and she rode away with Flynn, the man she loved.

As Confessor they are gifted in knowing the truth; but with it they are cursed never to marry the one they loved for to do so would destroy the one they loved. Kahlen never admitted it before; but she considered doing what Annabelle did every once in a while; but, her duty as a confessor won out over her personal feelings. It didn't matter, faith found a way, Richard turned out to be immune to Kahlen's confessor's touch for loving her fully and completely. The only way to be truly immune to it.

"It was painful; but, I guess it was not meant to be…" Annabelle stated.

"I would much like to join you…sister," Denee said apologetically, "…but I must attend a council meeting," Denee bowed her and took her leave.

"Goodbye sister…," Kahlen said reluctantly.

The Wizard's Keep

"What a glorious day!" Richard Cypher declared as he stare on to the lush mountains of Aydindril from the balcony in his bedroom.

A knock on the door.

"Enter..." Richard said calmly.

A old and bony man with pale skin walked in. His long gray hair sticks out in waves across his head. Richard recognized as Zeddicus Zul Zorrander, Wizard of the First Order and Richard grandfather. His usual attire of simple tan robes of a wizard, forgotten changed for extravagant maroon robes bordered by gold inklings.

"How is my one and only grandson?" Zed said with impish delight.

Richard just grinned.

"I do not understand what so special about this..." a female voice said.

Richard turned to a tall, blond haired woman with piercing blue eyes in blood red ledder form neck to foot with a pair of aegil on either side of her waist. it was Cara.

Cara was a Mordth Sith. She used to be Richard's enemy; but, he manage to convince her to help him overthrow Darken Rahl. It was several months later, when Cara was betrayed by her sisters and left for dead. Upon learning that Richard was to be the new Lord Rahl. Cara joined him and while he had apprehension about her loyalty. Cara proved to be useful ally and over time a loyal friend.

"I don't understand what all the fuss is about," Cara commented, "why don't you and Kahlen just mount each other."

Richard stood dumbstruck at the remark comming from a woman. Then again as a Mordth Sith Cara never really was a girl, Richard thought, a girl that could dream about her wedding day.

Zed gave her an indignant look, "a wedding is more that just ceremony. It s a promised union blessed by the creator to last in this life and the next..."

"Yah yah," Cara cut him off, "union a man and a woman need only unite in the manner where they can derive the most pleasure." Cara licked her lips seductively, "I am sure I can give Kahlen a few pointers..."

Zed threw his shoulder's up in defeat "educating a Mordth Sith about weddings is like teaching a gar to eat only fruits," Zed said.

Cara gave him a dark look.

Ahem, Richard interrupted, "How goes the preparations?"

"More and more people flooding in the streets but the guards at the Wizards Keep remains secure." Cara explained

In Aydindril, Cara was suppose to be in charge of the guards; but, Kahlen counseled against it fearing that Denee, Kahlen's older sister and steward of Aydindril would not like the idea given their history. Richard and Kahlen tried to reason with Denee; but, she cited an old obscure law that forbids it. In truth Denee and the rest of the council was just uneasy about her. Mordth Sith are the instrument of their former oppressors. so the position went to Chase Bradstone.

Cara didn't mind. It was her duty to protect Richard as the true Lord Rahl and if Richard ordered her not to it was not Cara's place. Cara still insisted on making her own rounds; however she was not allowed into the Confessor's Palace. With Chase overseeing the entire security they collaborated and Cara would report what they found.

"I have just sampled the dishes Martha is preparing and I am sure it will be to everyone liking..." Zeddicus Zul Zorrander, Wizard of the First Order and Richard grandfather, declared as he rushed in his new wizard robes covering his tall bony frame.

"Oh please!" Cara remarked brazenly, "the way you ate I thought the kitchen staff would have to restock the pantry." Richard knew it was Cara a Mordth Sith, taken from childhood and beaten and tortured to be rid of all emotions in order to serve as bodyguards to the Lord Rahl.

"What can I say," Zed said aghast, "that pumpkin pie had a taste that would moisten a desert rock."

"Any more tasting from you and the kitchen would be as dry as a desert rock," Cara remarked.

Zed gave a boisterous laugh; which irritated Cara

"How is Kahlen?" Richard asked.

"Jennsen is with her," Zed answered, "I believe they are making preparations."

"A Mordth Sith but needs a soft bed to please someone...," Cara commented.

"Then it would mean nothing...," Zed answered back.

"It will mean pleasure..." Cara said matter of factly.

Zed shrugged and was about to respond when a servant from the door voiced, "Milord the council meeting is about to begin!"

"Yes we're coming…" Richard called out. Zed walked to the door with a grin and Cara followed suit.

Richard turned his gaze out the window and to the confessor's Palace. I'm gonna get married, Richard thought.

In a nearby hill

A figure in a tattered brown cloak torn and shredded stood alone and took in the view of Aydindril. The gust of wind pushed the cloak back a little to reveal Denna's face, her long blond hair wild her beautiful face bloodied and bruised. Denna forced herself to limp forward.

"I need to get to Richard…," Denna mumbled breathlessly… I must…I must tell him…tell him about…Michael…" she murmured as she stumbled forward her single driving thought to find the Seeker.

A/N:

I know its not clear whats happening with the Denna part; all will be clear in part 2 or will it.