The Choice Chapter 1, a legend of the seeker fanfic

"The Choice"

SETTING: Drundrill, Season 2 (Yes I know Drundrill was in Season 1, but I'm reusing the town name.)

CHARACTERS: Kahlan, Cara, Richard, Zedd + OC's.

RATING: T for mild violence and romance.

SUMMARY: Just when Kahlan thought she had everything figured out, a certain blonde comes around and changes everything.

Cara

The sun had risen high in the sky before the four travellers set off for the peculiar town of Drundrill. Richard and Kahlan were holding hands and leading the way in front, Zedd behind them, and Cara following far behind. The afternoon sun was bearing down on the adventurers, causing Zedd to drag farther and farther behind.

Cara, being Cara, didn't care about the heat. She was Mord'Sith; therefore she would not bend to the will of the sun. The blonde's red leather was sticking to her skin tighter than usual, beads of sweat beginning to run down her forehead. To distract herself from the heat, Cara directed her thoughts to more important matters.

The blonde looked about, searching for a distraction. Her gaze locked in on the wonderful woman before her.

The Mother Confessor was looking splendid today, her white dress extenuating her every movement, making her look more graceful than ever. Cara imagined running her fingers through the woman's long, dark hair, kissing the Confessor's soft lips, touching her silky smooth skin.

There was only one thing that stood in the way of Cara's fantasies coming to life. That barrier, that nuisance, the person who was where Cara wanted to be.

Right next to Kahlan, holding her hand.

But instead of Cara being there, receiving Kahlan's full attention and love, Richard was there. Sure, they were Seeker and Confessor, destined to be as one, but never able to be lovers.

Blah

Blah.

Cara didn't want to hear that worn out story again. She wanted a new tale, one of a Confessor crossing boundaries to find her true soul mate.

One blonde haired, green eyed Mord'Sith.

Cara knew that she and the Mother Confessor were destined to be together. Ever since that night, when Cara joined "Team Seeker". Yes, she had initially come to the fountain that night to help Richard in his quest, but as soon as she laid eyes on the breathtaking Confessor, Cara knew things would never be the same.

The Mord'Sith knew in her heart, in her gut, that Kahlan felt the same way. The Confessor didn't know it, but Cara always noticed the little things that happened between them. Whenever they brushed up against each other, skin against skin, Cara could see Kahlan blushing. It made Cara hopeful that maybe, just maybe, the Mother Confessor would choose her.

"Cara! We're all tired, so we're going to set up camp for the night. Why don't you go with Kahlan to collect firewood," Richard yelled over to the Mord'Sith, unpacking their cooking equipment. Cara hadn't realized how much time had gone by. The Mord'Sith huffed in frustration as she reluctantly followed Kahlan into the forest.

"You know, I'm only going with the Mother Confessor just in case she trips on her nice white dress. We wouldn't want her alone in the woods or anything," Cara called back to Richard, and she whipped around when she heard Kahlan chuckle.

"He gets upset when you say those sorts of things, Cara," Kahlan said quietly now, bending down to pick up a thick branch. Cara watched her hook some of her raven hair behind her ear, not wanting it to get in her way. Cara moved closer to Kahlan, picking up a branch or two with her.

"Well, he's just going to have to deal with it. That's the way I am," Cara responded, picking up a twig. Kahlan stood up, branches in hand, but lost her balance and accidentally stumbled into Cara. The two women fell to the forest floor, Kahlan grabbing onto Cara. Cara didn't know what to do, she felt her heart racing, her leather gloved palms were sweaty, and she had to violently fight the urge to just reach up and kiss the Confessor. She could have sworn there was a jolt of desire that jumped from the Confessor onto her.

The two women gazed into each other's eyes, both breathing heavy. Cara raised an eyebrow when Kahlan reached a hand out to her face, lightly caressing it. The Mord'Sith made no movements as Kahlan touched her face, afraid that this would end if did.

Could this really be happening? Thought Cara. And then, the impossible happened.

Kahlan leaned down, and met Cara's lips with hers. A fire spread through Cara, engulfing her entire being with desire. When Cara just laid there, Kahlan blushed, and quickly stood up. She brushed the dirt off of her dress, and looked at Cara like a frightened doe.

Cara couldn't believe what just happened. Was this fantasy? Or reality? The blonde Mord'Sith couldn't tell. She just stared into the Mother Confessor's bright blue eyes. She couldn't even move if she wanted to, Cara was frozen to the spot. Should she say something?

Kahlan put her hands on her face, an apologetic look on her face. "I'm… I'm so sorry Cara. I don't know what came over me. I… I should go," she said, and ran back to camp.

Spirits, I'm so stupid! I should've said something. Now I've missed my chance!

When Cara couldn't hear the Confessor's footsteps any longer, she quickly pulled her ageil from its holster on her hip. She backed herself up against a tree and took a glove off of her hand, rolling up the leather sleeve on her arm.

She pressed the red rod to her arm like she had many times before, and screamed softly with the magical weapon. A grimace came over her face, obviously experiencing immense pain.

But she was Mord'Sith. She welcomed the pain with open arms. Pain was her sister.

Cara closed her eyes, gripping the ageil tighter. She whispered softly through clenched teeth, repeating her words over and over again.

I am Mord'Sith, nothing more.

I am Mord'Sith, nothing.

I am Mord'Sith.

I… am nothing.

I…nothing.

I am.

Alone. Cara thought against the pain. When all emotions were dealt with, locked away in the far corners of her mind, the Mord'Sith slid the torture device back into its holster. She covered up the dark bruises, and walked back to camp.