Disclaimer- I do not own the characters of the legend of the seeker television series. I do, however, own the character, Matthew.
Zedd reached his shaking hand into the air, and mumbled under his breathe. A few seconds later, the window flew open, and a shining silver light source came in through the window. Zedd caught it with ease, but had to sit down after the sudden shock of his hand being whacked. In his hand, a shining silver scabbard, with the words 'Truth' engraved on the side, he knew instantly what was going to happen. He would receive the sword of truth. His Father, Richard, looked down at him, Proud of his son,and scared at the same time. He looked to his mother as well, who wore the same face as Richard. Zedd slowly knelt down, because he didn't want to put too much strain on his back, and held the sword out for Matthew to take it. Matthew took the sword, and drew it from the scabbard. A metal ringing filled the hollow air. "whoa," he said simply, too overwhelmed to say anything more than that. He was only a woods guide, as his father had been, before Richard became the seeker. What could he possibly do as a seeker.
"I am very proud of you, son," said Richard, almost tears in his eyes."I will teach you all I know about being the seeker." he told Matthew, who now overcame fear with the excitement of following in his father's footsteps. "I'm going outside for a walk for a little while, okay father?" Matthew got up and left the house without saying another word. He walked for over an hour, trying to think of what was to happen to him while he was the seeker. He came across a fork in the road, and decided to go left. He studied the different trees around him, and noticed that he recognised them. He passed ferns and oaks and pines, all towering over him. He felt at home in the woods. He always had. He'd been in the woods for longer than he can remember. Richard said they moved back here from the Midlands after Matthew was born, but he had no memory of it. He believed it was time to go home, so he did. He walked back down the trail he had come by, following his footprints back to the fork in the road. He walked further down the trail, when he saw behind him a group of 3 men. The one in the lead had an iron steel cap on his head, with shining chain mail around a white under shirt. He had a patch on each shoulder, with a star in the centre of a pentagram. All three of them wore short swords on their belts, and what looked to be a hatchet on their backs. The were coming right for Matthew. He drew the sword from it's scabbard, once again hearing the metallic sound. They bolted past him on their horses. Matthew turned, and watched them come around to face him once again. The leader of the group came up to Matthew twisted his wrist. He shouted in pain and dropped the sword. Then Matthew realised, he didn't know how to use the sword.
He looked up at the man, who had an expressionless face, somewhat like the one his mother had sometimes. He was so angry with the man, that he felt an energy building up inside of him. He chose not to hold it back, but to release it on him. There was a shock wave, like thunder, but with no sound. He knelt to the ground in front of Matthew. "Command me confessor." The man said. Matthew had heard that name before, his mother was a confessor. He felt dizzy, and he looked up to see the other two men dismounting their horses and loosening their swords in their scabbards. "I command you to kill those men." he told him, thinking this was a prank. The man stood up, and bowed, low, and said, "Yes, my master." The man drew his sword and ran towards the other two, who were drawing their swords as well. Matthew stood up, still a little fatigued, and picked up his sword. He too, ran at the other two men. The leader of the group did an overhand swing, which was deflected easily by the one of the other men. The other man swung his sword low, as if to cut the leader's legs.
The leader jumped, and with one swift motion, hit the man square in the neck, under the jaw. Matthew pulled his sword up and over his head, and brought it down to make contact with the other man's sword. The man parried the sword of truth easily, and swung his sword sideways, to try to hit Matthew in the side of the stomach. Matthew was flooded with rage and anger, that he realised, was coming from the sword. He brought his hand up just enough to block the man's sword. He jarred his hand in the process, which once again made him drop his sword. He suddenly felt all of the air empty from his lungs, as he was kicked in the stomach. He fell to the hard dirt road, and looked up to see his killer. 'I am to be killed in less than two hours after becoming the seeker. How humiliating.' He thought to himself. He closed his eyes as though to shield him from the pain. He knew it wouldn't. The man brought his sword up and started to bring it back down again, gaining speed as it went. Then, the sword stopped suddenly. It fell out of his motionless hands. Matthew Opened his eyes and looked up. He saw a sword point protruding from the man's chest, covered with blood. Matthew rolled to the side and the lifeless body fell to the ground next to him. He saw the leader of the group holding the sword that had killed his comrade. Matthew stood up and looked down at the 2 dead men, one of the men had no head, lying in a pool of his own blood. He looked at the other man, who was also lying in a pool of blood. "What would you have me do now, Master?" asked the leader.
"What is your name?" asked Matthew, trying to have a voice of authority.
"I am Will, Will Yursen, my Lord." replied the leader.
"Why are you here?" asked Matthew, once again trying to have a voice of authority. A reply never came. He waited a while, looking at some of the trees around him. He noticed that he was near a cliff. A high one at that. One he knew quite well. "I asked you why you were here? I Command you to answer my question." Matthew yelled, becoming angrier by the second. He then realised he was holding the hilt of the sword, so he let it go. Some of the anger soaked out of him. Not much though. "I beg your forgiveness my lord. I had just been ordered not to tell anyone of my business. I was sent here to receive information from a source. Information about a man called Richard Cypher, my lord." Matthew was terrified. Who would want information about his father. His father was the nicest man on earth. "Who sent you to retrieve this information?" asked Matthew, trying not to let the tears well up in his eyes.
"Mistress Shota, My lord." Matthew's eyes went wide. 'Shota,' he thought. 'she is the one we were meant to be weary of, right?'
"Who is this source of information?" asked Matthew, trying to keep a stern voice, even though he knew it was starting to crack.
"I do not know, my lord. My most humble apologies for not knowing this information, my lord." Will started to cry, begging for forgiveness from his Master.
"Rise." said Matthew. Will did as he was told, still uncontrollably balling his eyes out. "I want you to keep walking, and when your feet get tired, I want you to keep walking. If anyone talks to you, do not answer them. Just keep walking. When you reach back to where you came from, tell Shota that this source was found dead, and you were told there were to be no more information on this man that will be leaked to you. Do you understand?" Matthew asked. Nodding his understanding, he got back up and walked out across the trail. Matthew watched Will keep walking,until he was no longer in Matthew's line of sight. He turned around, and started heading back down along the trail. He reached the wooden door to his house a half hour later. He looked down to his feet and realised he was covered in blood from his neck down to his boots. He opened the door to find Richard pacing around, and Kahlan, sitting, rocking with fear and anxiety for her son. "Oh my. Thank the good spirits you are safe." she ran up to him and gave him a deep hug. "what happened to you?" asked Richard, hugging Matthew over Kahlan. Matthew broke awayand retreated out into the yard outside. He undressed himself, and cleaned himself up, while recounting the story of what happened to his mother and father through the open window. It took almost an hour to completely clean the blood of himself and get his new clothes on. He re-entered the house and sat down on his chair. "Wait, did you say you touched him?" asked Kahlan. There was a lot of concern in her voice, and he was unsure of why.
"Yes Mother. He called me a confessor. Is that what you are?" asked Matthew, even though he already knew the answer.
"yes, I am a confessor. I didn't think you had the gift. I studied you while you were a child, as did your father. You didn't show any signs of being a Confessor."
"Like Mother, like son." added Richard, a smirk on his face. Kahlan gave him a gentle hit on the shoulder, and leaned in and kissed him. He kissed her back. "I've never told you this, but I think you need to know." Kahlan looked concerned for him, and he knew he was about to find out why. "When male confessors are born, which is quite rare, they are killed at birth." Matthew's eyes went wide. "Why would they do such a thing?" asked Matthew, trying not to break down into tears.
"They do this because they believe that all male confessor's are evil. So, to prevent this evil, they are killed at Birth." Matthew's vision started to become blurry. He then felt the ground come up to meet his body, hitting the cold stone with his head. His vision went black.