I twirled my agiels expertly in the air, ready for the stranger to wake up any moment and attack. As I paced I studied him. His body was long, with wide shoulders and slim hips. I moved my eyes to his face. Black hair fell across his eyes, giving him a rugged farm boy look. He had a strong jaw but soft, slightly childish lips.

He must have been in many battles, and he managed to live through all of them. But if he got up now ready to fight, he would not win this battle.

Rain started to fall softly, but with fat drops that quickly soaked me. I barely felt it. We were waiting for this man to wake up, staying at the very spot we found him. Meaning we were surrounded on all sides with trees, and anyone could sneak up on us in a moment's notice.

Richard and I, of course, had gotten into a fight about that. Richard refused to listen as I told him that someone obviously wanted this man dead, and they would be coming after him. We were begging to be killed by staying here. But Richard didn't agree, restating that he thought he could know the man.

"Richard you can't save everyone. He is a D'Haran captain," I said pointing to the symbol on the red armor.

"Cara, I said we are staying and we are." Then he walked away.

Refocusing my thoughts I listened for any sound of attack.

There! I crouched and spun dodging a sword on its downward path. My opponent was an ugly man, his grin full of bad teeth and madness. Before he could even reverse his sword's swing I thrust my agiel into the center of his chest. Pain flashed through his eyes, and then he fell to the ground.

Behind him came a dozen men; each of them wearing the red armor of a D'Haran soldier. I could hear the deadly twang as Richard pulled his sword out of its holder. Richard rushed to my aide, with Kahlan and Zedd not far behind.

One D'Haran soldier spied the wounded caption and called out, running straight for him, his sword held high. The attacker never made it to his target, instead falling to the ground, dead from a throwing knife.

Automatically I moved myself in front of the dark haired man, my back to him. Many men attempted to take his life, and none of them succeeded.

Finally I looked up to see no more soldiers, the path was quiet again and Zedd was starting to burn the bodies.

"Look out!" someone yelled, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me toward the ground.

An arrow wizzed harmlessly over my head, as I landed on the person who saved me. Kahlan's other knife landed with a thunk in the archer's neck, I found myself looking into two blue eyes.

The face was tan with curly black hair, a strong jaw, pink lips. It was the wounded rider. His attractive face was ten times better with his blue eyes open.

With a lopsided smile the man told me, "Well you're pretty, it would have been a tragedy to lose you."

Narrowing my eyes, I slammed my palm into his stomach; have dropped my agiels in the fall. He grunted but was otherwise unaffected. Rolling off him, I located my agiels and stood quickly.

"Richard, your friend is awake." I snapped.

Not seeming to be to worried, Richard walked lazily toward us. It annoyed me to see him so unconcerned about who this person was; when it was clear the D'Harans were after him.

Finally looking away from me at the mention of Richard's name, the bright blye eyes jumped to The Seeker.

"Richard?" he asked, sounding almost… vulnerable.

Suddenly Richard was much more interested in our new friend.

Looking him straight in the eye Richard gasped, "Adam?!"