Seeker Fan Fic #1

It was a cold winter night, and my Westland cabin had only begun to warm. I, a simple woodsman, had just returned from a hard day’s work and lit a fire to soothe my aching muscles and joints. It was a good day on the job, as good a day as can be had in these troubled times.

As I went about my business, chopping wood and such, I could feel the evil presence that is haunting these lands. Ever since Darken Rahl’s soul was released from its prison, we all live in fear, every day of our simple lives. I came home sore, but satisfied after a hard day’s labor. I had just sat down at my simple wooden table, to dine on mutton and porridge, when I heard a knock on my door.

Tap, tap, tap.

My suspicions were immediately aroused. I live a solitary life, with few visitors, especially after the sun has set o’er the northern horizon.

Tap, tap, tap.

What if one of Darken Rahl’s henchmen were here to collect his blood tax?

Tap, tap…tap, tap.

Or even worse, some unknown creature of the deep, some demon from the mist?

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

I grabbed my axe and crept ever so slowly toward the door. I opened it to find…

…the fairest maiden I ever have seen. A whisper of light in these dark woods. She took my breath away.

“Hello kind woodsman, my name is Kahlan, and I beg your assistance.”

I invited her to come in and warm herself by my fire, and tell me her troubles. She wore a long, flowing white robe, which carried not the faintest trace of dirt despite what must have been an epic hike to my isolated home. I poured her a cup of mead (my last), and bade her to make herself comfortable.

“I don’t think you’ll be needing that axe, fair woodsman, for I think you could overpower me without it, if you so chose,” she chuckled. Her laugh sang of angels. I set down my blade.

“Have you heard tell of one they call Darken Rahl?” she cooed.

“Yes, the townspeople live in fear of the Dark One. And I fear my axe alone cannot save us,” I replied.

“Well, my friends and I are preparing for a great battle against the Dark One’s minions. It begins on the morrow. But tonight, I need a quiet place to hide from the five winged Creatures of the Black Heart.”

“Fear not, brave maiden. You may stay here. I have not much to offer you, but all that is mine is yours. An enemy of Darken Rahl is a friend of mine indeed.”

She seemed to rest easier at this good news, and I saw the traces of a smile on her luscious ruby lips. “I, and the Union of the True, thank you for your charity. It will not go unrewarded.”

“I need no reward. The vanquish of the darkness in these woods is the only thanks I require. I will kindly lend my axe to your battle if you will have me.” I would gladly give my life…nay, my soul…for a place in our land’s history as a defender of peace and humankind.

“You may yet have a larger part to play in this tale, but for tonight, I need only pose to you one question,” she said breathlessly.

“Yes, maiden?”

“Is that a wizard’s staff of the white arts ‘neath your tunic, or are you just happy to see me?”

I blushed the same crimson color as the blood of the sheep I had slaughtered for my day’s rations. “I beg your pardon, maiden, it’s just that…” I turned away from her in shame. It had been many moons since I had seen a maiden so fair, and many more moons since I had enjoyed a maiden’s companionship.

“’Tis alright,” she said, rising from her chair by the fire. “’Tis alright to yearn, to crave, to desire.”

“No, maiden. I desire nothing more than aiding you in your quest against the forces of darkness.”

“Liar!” she giggled, coming toward me. I backed away, up against the finely constructed pine walls of my cabin.

“Do you know what my power is?” she asked. “With one touch, I can compel any person, living or dead, to tell the purest of truths. Shall we test it out on you?”

She reached out her heaven-kissed hand and touched my gruff, calloused arm with her graceful finger. A jolt of energy ran through me, as if Zedd the Wise had blasted me with his Spell of Attrition. I was paralyzed, unable to lie.

“Now then…what is your name?” she asked. “Truths needn’t be difficult to have worth.”

“I…I have no name,” I stammered. “I am but a simple woodsman. The villagers call me Woodsman.”

“Now Woodsman, for the next truth….do you desire to ravage me on your bed of hay and straw, right here, right now?” Her chest heaved ‘neath her bodice, her lips just a lizard’s eyelash from mine. I could feel her hot, wet breath against me.

“Yes! Yes I desire it, Kahlan! You are irresistible! Your beauty compels me to lust!”

“Then have me!” she cried. “Have me any way you wish!”

She removed her finger from my arm and embraced me, and I could move again. I drew her into the deepest kiss this land has ever known.

And then we fucked.