Legend of the Seeker
The Male Confessed

Thank you all for your continuous support. It means, as always, the world to me. I can only hope I keep you all in the story with me. Now, this next chapter is a small one, albeit a filler, but it plays an important part in this entire story. So, let's begin with this new chapter. Please, sit back, enjoy and review!

Previously, on The Male Confessed: Richard stood in the chaos he had created- a blood bath of then white knights. After the onslaught, only 5 remained which he effortlessly and in mere beats of the heart, killed them. Continuing his pursuit for Kahlan, Darken Rahl entered the castle of Tamarang. A further insight into the evil and sick sadistic ness of not only Darken Rahl but also his friend and trusted body guard, Demmin Nass. As their twisted ways unravel, Darken Rahl grows increasingly impatient during a meal set up for him. He wants one thing, and he won't be happy until he gets it. After, Richard follows the white knight and Kahlan to where Richard finds himself in a trap. An ambush arranged by the white knight.
Leaving Richard to fend them off, the white knight takes captured Kahlan away. In the field, other white knights kill patrolling D'Haran guards shocking Kahlan- they aren't working alongside the white knights. Kahlan, demanding where she's being taken, is told "Home"

Chapter 9
The sleeping confessor.

How long had it been? She had thought to herself. She was so exhausted she had lost track of time. She vaguely remembered the sun going up and down. The moon going down and up. She tried to think as hard as she could at what the duration was. She would usually find it odd, as would the people to who know her, at why she would be thinking of this. But she knew that if she didn't think of something else that she'd go insane. She was, on top of tiredness, thirsty and incredibly hungry. They barely stopped riding, and when they did it was to have a sip of water or nibble on some dry bread. Her chapped lips ached for water; her dry and rough tongue hungered for water right now. The weather had been varied, going from cold and damp to scorching hot. That only made the need for water heighten when it zapped all the liquid from her body. She had wondered how she managed to keep alive in the blistering heat and the constant need for food and water.

She so wanted it to rain, even just a little, so that she could soak in the down pour and get her energy back. Her body, slack, bounced from the horse she was on. As much as she hated it, she had to lean on the rider in front of her or else risk falling off. With how weak she was, she didn't think she'd ever have the energy to get back up. Her life, she knew, was dwindling at the seconds. She had to get away, somehow, someway. As she bounced, she licked her cracked lips. But it offered no moist for her tongue was bone dry. Her stomach ached and churned, rumbling uncomfortably. Shaking, and feeble, she reached out at the white cotton fabric and gently tugged on it. She hated that she was so weak and vulnerable. It wasn't like her and it was all his thought. Ever since she touched him.

The second she did, she felt her very soul get torn from her. Whatever her power was she knew it no longer there. A void was left in its place and this void is what disabled her to regain any strength. She felt sick, tired and depressed. She needed to get off of this horse or else find herself bringing up things she would rather not think about. Continuing to ride, her eyes snapped open as the answer hit her. "Five" she told herself in a hoarse tone. The white knight spun his head around as he continued to ride. He had deep wrinkles on his forehead with the frown.

"What?" he asked.

"Five" she said, more to herself. She briefly smiled at her accomplishment to not just figure out the answer but to have the energy to speak. A lot came from that small word to be spoken and she smiled at the accomplishment. The white knight's frown simply deepened but turned back to the front and continued to ride the hoarse. The darkness made it difficult to navigate the white horse so the white knight moved it into a gentle trot. The horse snorted at the flies buzzing past inspecting the new people and beast in its lair. Crickets chirped soundly, playfully. Light flies were in the air. Their tails, lit with a bright golden yellow, cascaded onto her face. She smiled the more at the mesmerising sights around her. The white knight didn't seem to care and kept the horse trotting.

"How do you fair?" he asked gentle and calm. Almost friendly. She hated that with him. At how he could talk to her as if they're best friends. As if he's helping her. He kidnapped her and attacked her friends. This knight is far from being her friend. Kahlan ignored him and kept staring at the light flies, listening for the chirping. She knew them singing. The flies buzzed around her but she had no energy to swipe them away.

"We've been riding for five days" she told him smacking her lips together as she spoke. The dryness made it hard for her to speak but she carried on. The white knight lifted his head to the side slightly to better hear her. "I'm so tired. I'm thirsty. I'm starving"

"I have fed you no more than you need to be fed" he told her dryly. She shifted position on the horse.

"What makes you think you know my limits for food?" he asked scowling at him. He was beginning to frustrate her but all she could do is complain at him. She had no energy for anything else. She just wanted to sleep. The horse begun to slow down and she frowned. They had been riding on the country side. Only it turned into a trot by the end of it all. Near to the dark wall of the forest trees, they made their way inside the maze of trees and flowers. After a few feet, they entered into a small circular area. It was a simple spot with only mud and night flies whizzing about. The crickets could be clearly heard here then when she was outside.

"We'll set up camp here for the night" he told her dismounting his horse. She wanted to fall off but ended up slumped on the horse's hard muscled back. It was a stunning white horse but she had no energy to truly admire it. She felt strong hands around her waist. Confused, she found herself slipping off the horse gently and laid onto the ground. Turning, she found the white knight, smiling, remove his hands after giving her a lift.

"Get your hands off me!" she growled at him. Licking her lips desperately. Nothing. She shivered from the coldness that enveloped her out of no where. It were as if the cold breeze were warning her to stay away from this white knight. She didn't need to be told. If she had the chance, she'd be away already. The white knight stood and clasped his hands in front of him, waiting, patiently for something. Without looking down, he spoke to her.

"If I were you Kahlan" he begun, "I would stop with the questions". At that moment, noises came from the darkness and through it came bright lights. It became clear these were lanterns burning with the orange, yellow and red flames. They, with their numbers, lit up all the area. The light splashed against Kahlan's face and she had to frown, unable to turn away. Other white knights gently rested them in an outer ring to provide the light which was needed. Kahlan felt a bit warmer but not by much. She shivered from the heat on her cold skin. One knight, with a large rucksack, removed it from his back. Placing it on the floor, and kneeling beside it, he unwrapped the flaps and opened it. He pulled out two large bed rolls and evenly laid them out next to one another.

"You're beds, sir" said the knight with a bow. The white knight smiled and nodded his thanks.

"Now patrol the perimeter. The seeker doesn't get in and if he does, you'll ensure he doesn't get out" he ordered with a strict venomous voice. Everyone nodded and all the white knights begun to follow the orders given to them with haste. One led the white knights horse away to not distract their leader or, Kahlan. Kahlan, at the mention of the seeker, seemed to come more alive and looked up at the knight. He tiredly removed his sword, the strap hanging effortless. He laid the sword on the floor and took out two water skins from the bedrolls. One dripped with water and the white knight gave that one to Kahlan to which she greedily consumed within moments. She moaned with fulfilment at the cool refreshing water running down her throat and giving her the much needed liquid she so desperately needed.

"The seeker will find you" she said, her energy replenished. The white knight turned to her with amused eyes. She looked up at him, her peripheral vision never leaving the sword rested soundly in its scabbard. She kept his eyesight on her at all times. He merely stood there to listen to the rest she had to say. "And when he does, he'll kill you" the white knight then laughed. He held onto his belly and laughed, his full blonde hair swaying in the air and the breeze which gathered. She frowned at the sudden unexpected laughter. This begun to frustrate her. When he turned to admire the view and take a gulp from the water skin, Kahlan, with great stealth and quickness, grabbed for the sword. Within a second it was removed from its scabbard. With a mighty swing, she swung the sword. She visualised the sword slicing through his skin, cutting through the chain mail. She hungered for his blood to be sprayed out in all directions. A scream escaped her as the sword came within inches of his neck. But then it stopped and Kahlan gasped.

"When will you learn?" he sneered. Kahlan, with great pain, dropped the sword as her entire body went stiff. A shooting pain, from her toes to her head grew with every passing second. Numb and empty, she felt all her energy leave her in a sheer moment. A pained cry escaped her, tears formed in her eyes when she begun to shake at the crushing pain against her body. Her ears rung, her vision become blurry. The white knight had his right hand in the air, outstretched. He shook with the intensity. He relaxed and Kahlan collapsed onto her bedroll, shuddering. The coldness drove into her like daggers, her mouth was bone dry, her tummy rumbled uneasily.

"What, did you do?" she gasped.

"You should know by now Kahlan. I have complete control over you. What you do. How hungry and thirsty you get. You can't kill me. You would have been better off not trying to use your power on me back at the cave" he told her smiling and grabbing for his sword. Kahlan fell back first onto her bedroll, her frustration building that she wanted to just cry out but couldn't show such weakness to this white knight. The white knight placed his sword back into its scabbard and away from Kahlan. He then rested into his bedroll, not removing his uniform.

"What is your name?" she asked him.

"None of your business" he told her sternly. "You should sleep now. We've a long ride ahead of us tomorrow. The quicker you sleep, the sooner I'll be done with you and he will have you" he told her cryptically. She frowned, turning to him with effort.

"Who's 'he?"

"My leader" he told her matter of factly. Her frustration simply built and tears formed in her eyes as she shook with anger.

"Please" she begged, "Let me go! I saw Darken Rahl approach the castle of Tamarang. I need to stop him. Richard, the seeker, needs to stop him! I fear for the sake of mankind. For all of our lives. For-" before she could finish her mouth was clamped shut and she was forcefully laid onto her bedroll. She knew it was the white knight forcing her to sleep and say no more. She blinked away the tears as they rolled down her face. Feeling weak and helpless she begun to get sleepy. Suddenly, Richard enters her mind and she can't help but smile. This was all it took because within moments, she was asleep.

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He stood guard, one foot in front of the other. The sword of truth was raised in the air preparing for the next attacked. He needed this done quickly because he needed to get to Kahlan. Lord knows where they were now. He had wasted valuable time fighting back two sets of white knights and now he had another set to come. Impatiently, he shifted position, just when the noises from the dark forest got louder and closer. Richard prepared himself the more. However, through the blackness, he could see a small light. Not very clever, Richard thought for them to bring lanterns and expose their location. He didn't care. All that mattered was that they were there, and coming for him. He looked around to see if he could see or hear any others but there was none. Only that coming from before him. He gripped the sword of truth firmly, with both hands, his knuckles turning white. With slow, deep breathes, the light got closer, brighter. It then begun to bounce which startled Richard. He could then almost hear, as if it was whispering. Something, he couldn't understand.

"Does that mean we're close?" came a small female voice. Richard frowned until he saw who was coming out of the darkness. His body went slack, the sword lowering so that the tip rested against the muddy and blood soaked ground below. His face lightened up as a small girl and old man stumbled out the shrub, covered in twigs and branches. A ball of yellow illuminating light followed in front of them and went past Richard and up the trail Kahlan was taken.

"Zedd!" Richard beamed. Zedd stood, hands on his hips, out of breath. He removed a twig from his disarrayed white hair.

"Got any food? I'm starving"

To be continued…

There you go, another chapter finished. It was a small filler chapter but important none the less. In it we finally get a Kahlan centric and see how she's coping, which isn't good. Riding for five days, she's completed drained of everything. She finds herself in a small area with the white knight, preparing for camp. When attempting to kill him, her entire body is taken over by him and she's reminded she can't escape. Forced to sleep, she thinks of Richard.

Then, in the second part of this chapter, Zedd finally stumbles across Richard. So, what will happen next to our characters? There's only one way to find out, and that's to review. I look forward to hearing from you and until next time…