So I'm finally back again with my next chapter. And guess what?!?!

I won the fanfic challenge I wrote this for over at the Confessor and Seeker Society! Yay!!

Anyways, I know I said I'd post sooner but I ran into a few problems. First my laptop died. Then I left for camp and I just got back. And of course I have another camp starting on Wednesday so it'll be a while after that. I'll try to post another chapter before that though. This chapter is in my opinion a little better and a little more exciting than the last, though not much better in length. So, without making you wait any longer, here you go.

When Kahlan woke up the next day it was late in the morning. Helen came in only minutes later.

"Good morning, Kahlan," the woman greeted her.

"Good morning, Helen," Kahlan smiled back.

Before Helen could speak again there was a loud pounding on the door.

"I'll be right back," Helen left the room in the direction of the front door.

When Helen reached the door she opened it just in time. The two men in D'Haran War Helmets had their swords raised, ready to knock down the door.

"Excuse me," Helen raised her eyebrows, "may I help you?"

"Yes," the first man spoke as he lowered his sword," I'm looking for Kahlan Amnell, the Mother Confessor."

Helen nodded, "I'm sorry. The only other person here is my younger sister. She's asleep in the bedroom. She's terribly sick. I wouldn't want you to get sick by her."

"Ma'am," the soldier spoke, "We must search your home. Please get out of my way."

The two men shoved past her and headed toward the bedroom door.

"No!" Helen exclaimed, "You can't go in there. My sister mustn't be disturbed in her illness!"

She tried to block the door, but the soldiers pushed her down. She hit her head on the floor and lost consciousness.

Kahlan had been sitting up in bed, listening intently as the spectacle unfolded. When she heard them come near the door to her room she looked around frantically for a weapon, but came up with nothing. She resorted to hiding under the covers and pretending to be a desperately sick woman when she heard Helen fall.

She was still under the covers when the door opened and she heard two sets of boots step into the room.

"It's just a sick woman in bed," one said.

Kahlan held her breath, hoping the second man would agree and they would leave. No such luck.

"Best we check anyway," the second soldier said, "Lord Rahl would kill us if we went right past her."

Kahlan lay in wait as she heard the second soldier walk closer and closer. She readied her hand and waited for the perfect moment. If she was able to confess him she'd have a pretty good chance. He just had to get close enough. He took another step. One more step. That was all Kahlan needed him to take for her to be able to confess him. She heard the ringing sound as he drew his sword. He took another step. Kahlan flung herself out from under the covers and slapped her hand around his neck, looking directly into his eyes. Time was hers. It took only half a second for him to be confessed.

When the confession was finished Kahlan collapsed back onto the bed in exhaustion.

"Command me mistress," the confessed D'haran knelt at her bedside.

She directed her attention to the remaining soldier, "Kill him."

The soldier gave her a callous look as the confessed man approached him.

"I have her!" he yelled loudly, "I have the Mother Confessor!"

Kahlan winced. She should have known. There must be more of them in town. They had probably split up to cover more ground. Now the rest of the man's unit would be coming here.

Just as the soldier began to shout again the confessed soldier ran him through with his sword. The confessed soldier made his way back to Kahlan and knelt again.

"I've done what you asked mistress. Is there anything else you wish of me?"

Loud noises began to come from the house.

"Protect me!" Kahlan screamed as several D'harans came crashing into the room.

The confessed man lasted only moments against the other men. They approached Kahlan menacingly.

Kahlan knew it was pointless for her to even attempt to fight them. She was sorely outnumbered, had no weapon, and could barely even sit up let alone stand. So, for pretty much the first time in her life, Kahlan Amnell, Mother Confessor of the Midlands, surrendered.

So, that's the chapter. Please review!

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With him he took the burning of the rope around her wrists, the stinging of the slap on her cheek.