Rawr! * sniffs the air * I love the smell of a new fanfic in the morning. Getting back to writing really is like an acid trip lol. Legend O' Thee Seeker is amazing…I want Richard but he's Kahlans so I made my alter ego a character, Izabelle, and I even gave myself a husband * clap clap clap * The first chapter contains none of the dirty stuff, it's merely the intro.
Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of the Seeker or any of it's characters, they all belong to it's rightful owner.
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The din of the inn's tavern became like a comforting call home to the three figures that stepped into it's wooden structure. The light streaming from the outside revealed the dust motes floating about everywhere and shone on the dirty faces of the customers but after days of wandering the hostile forest of the Midlands, the feeling of entering a civilized town and a familiar inn brought a warming smile to their lips. Laughter, however, was never in paucity during their journey, for the happiness and relief that the prophecy was finally fulfilled left them with nothing but joy and leisure on their hands. The True Seeker of the Third Era, Richard Cypher, had defeated Darken Rahl, a malicious overlord who had ruled the Midlands through intimidation and tyranny; whose main goal was to enslave the world into his totalitarian reign using the massive powers of the, now destroyed, three Boxes of Orden.
"Richard!" A melodious voice projected over the rough grunting of the men , huddled around tables, drinking and gambling for a few pieces of silver. The call seemingly came from a tall slender woman who had finished placing to sloshing jugs of beer in front of a pair of shady looking men and was wiping her hands on the apron that clung from her hips.
"Izabelle…" Richard exclaimed, his face lighting up with recognition. She strided with ease through the throng and came to wrap her tan arms around Richard.
"Thank the spirits you are here!" The three grinned at her relieved expression. "Kahlan and Zedd, Im so glad you are all alright!"
"Oh, we are more than alright, Izabelle." Kahlan announced with pride, pushing back the hood of her white dress to reveal her flowing dark hair.
"Yes yes! I heard the news! I don't know how I could ever thank the Seeker, the Mother Confessor, and a Wizard of the First Order. There is so much to talk about, so much I need to hear, so—"
"How about another drink over here missy?" Izabelle whipped her head around to stare daggers at an obviously drunken outlaw who had interrupted her. The man's word were slurred into one long procession and he looked ready to fall right out of his chair and pass out. " then you can join me in my sleeping quarters…" a disgusting smirk passed over his face and his eyes wandered over the image of her figure.
" How about you swallow your perverted comments and drink your damn beer before either I or my husband kick you out of his Inn you bloody low-life thug!" Her once kind voice became cold as ice and she rolled her honey-colored eyes as the man's head connected with a loud thump on the wooden table. She turned back to Richard whose surprised expression caused her to let out a shy laugh. " A woman has to be strong when dealing with these kind of people."
"And that's exactly why I asked her to become my wife." Damian, the inn keeper, slipped his arm around Izabelle's thin waist and turned her face to kiss her gently and lovingly on her full lips. Richard and Kahlan risked a quick glance at each other, Richard letting out a nervous cough. "A victorious Seeker, returning to visit old friends. I can't do or say enough to express my gratitude for all you have done."
"Well you can begin by joining us for a hot meal and a few drinks." Zedd beamed as the group of three began unstrapping their heavy weaponry.
"Of course," Izabelle took a concerned look around the tavern and lowered her voice, "but there is much for us to tell you so please, join us in our private dining area."