The Mord'Sith Confessor-Legend of the Seeker Fanfic

3. A Run-In

3.

Thalia ran like a maniac. She panted heavily, tears streaming down her cheeks, her long plait swishing yet intact. She tore through bramble and gorse. It ripped at her red leather and tore into her flesh, but she kept running. The wind howled the pain that dug into her heart like a knife. As she ran she made a mental decision. Never again would she be Aisling. Aisling was the compassionate yet friendless little girl, so pathetic and weak. Aisling was her father's daughter through and through. As Thalia, she was a strong, cold Mord'Sith, invincible, powerful. Thalia may have killed what was left of her family, but she found a new one in the process. Thalia had grown to love the Mord'Sith; Snake, Berdine, Raina, Hally, Constance, Denna and especially Dahlia. Now she found herself alone in a huge forest; friendless and solo once again.

Hooves. From the sound, Thalia could distinguish that there were four horses. D'Harans? They may be on her side, but they would be suspicious of a lone Mord'Sith, so far from the temple.

Thalia hid behind a birch tree, and immediately regretted it. She was Mord'Sith now. She could take on a bunch of idiotic D'Harans any day. That's the spirit! She heard Dahlia say in her head.

She stepped out and drew her Agiels just as the riders came around the corner and into her line of vision.

Well, they certainly weren't D'Harans. It struck Thalia that they were the oddest group she'd ever seen. At the front was a spindly, elderly man with a shock of white hair and a benign twinkle to his eyes. Behind him was a woman, with long dark curls that cascaded around her shoulders. She wore an unusual white dress with neck cutouts. It was beautiful in its simplicity, and Thalia could have sworn her mother had had one the same. That was unusual in the Midlands.

Behind the woman rode a handsome young man with a head of dark hair and a sword at his belt. It took seconds for Thalia to register the word "Truth" on the sword. This man was the Seeker, Richard Cypher. Thalia had heard much of him from Denna.

Thalia gasped as the Seeker's horse moved slightly to reveal the final companion. Cara. The traitor. The woman who had left Thalia's family, the Mord'Sith, especially Denna, to serve the Seeker.

She gasped a little too loudly. Richard stopped, and dismounted. He unsheathed his sword. It's blade glistened in the sun.

"Show yourself!" He demanded, holding his sword out. The other three dismounted. As Thalia held her breath behind the birch she wondered which were more dangerous. The woman in the dress seemed harmless, but now she had extracted two daggers she looked menacing; the old man may look comically frail, but Thalia's Mord'Sith powers meant she could sense his wizardry and knew he was not to be underestimated; the Seeker, with his sword drawn, looked intimidating and determined; and Cara, with her trademark 'Come out and play' expression, was clearly not a force to be reckoned with.

Thalia took a nervous step backwards. She may be Mord'Sith, but there were too many undisclosed powers for her to handle.

Her foot snapped a twig. Richard's ears pricked at the sound. She knew they'd find her now, and she wasn't going to wait till they did.

She stepped out in front of them, her Agiels drawn at the ready.

Richard eyed her suspiciously. Cara gave her a disdainful look. The old wizard rolled up his sleeves threateningly and the woman in the dress approached her fearlessly. As the two came eye to eye, Thalia saw the woman through her eyes. Love, compassion, and care were anchored among anger and determination.

The woman gasped.

"Kahlan! What is it?" Richard ran forward and placed a hand on the woman's shoulder.

"This girl is no ordinary Mord'Sith. She's a Confessor."