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Title: All is Silent
Author: alyse
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Character/Pairing: Kahlan, gen
Rating: PG13
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legendland had a scary story challenge, on which voting ended today, and I wanted to have something scary to post for Halloween ::g:: So here it is. It creeped me out a bit writing it, although not quite as much as Mirror'd did.
Summary: The air is still and heavy, no wind to stir the leaves overhead.
The air is still and heavy, no wind to stir the leaves overhead. They hang down, limp and lifeless, and brush over Kahlan's skin with every step, catching in her hair.
Stay, they seem to whisper, a dry rustle that has the hairs on her arm and neck prickling. Stay, Confessor, in the dark with us.
The moon hangs gibbous up above, and the stars don't twinkle in the sky. They are simply pinpricks of light, too distant to warm the world, and they no longer waver and dance in the warm night air as once they did.
Stay, Confessor the cold light seems to say, harsh and unforgiving. Stay in the stillness with us.
She closes her eyes and takes another step. The lights that spiral against her closed lids, that flash and fade, are far more welcoming than the cold night sky.
Another step. The wind does not stir against her skin and the air does not carry the scent of the woods, not the woods that she remembers. The smell that hits the back of her throat - that burns in her nose and stings in her eyes - is dry and long dead, not the moist warmth of leaf litter and compost, but something older, something turned to dust and blown away.
She opens her eyes again, stares out past the silent trees, down towards the valley where the grass doesn't bend in the breeze, and where the river flows dark and deadly. She cannot hear the water, cannot hear the sound of the river babbling and jumping over stones as it heads out towards the sea. It, too, is silent, unending and unchanging as it flows, deep and still, to somewhere darker and more unforgiving than any ocean.
Nothing stirs. Nothing lives. Nothing breathes, and she knows, then, what this is, what she sees in her dreams now and will see in nightmares for years to come.
This is the world where the Keeper wins.
Author: alyse
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Character/Pairing: Kahlan, gen
Rating: PG13
Author's Notes:
legendland had a scary story challenge, on which voting ended today, and I wanted to have something scary to post for Halloween ::g:: So here it is. It creeped me out a bit writing it, although not quite as much as Mirror'd did.Summary: The air is still and heavy, no wind to stir the leaves overhead.
The air is still and heavy, no wind to stir the leaves overhead. They hang down, limp and lifeless, and brush over Kahlan's skin with every step, catching in her hair.
Stay, they seem to whisper, a dry rustle that has the hairs on her arm and neck prickling. Stay, Confessor, in the dark with us.
The moon hangs gibbous up above, and the stars don't twinkle in the sky. They are simply pinpricks of light, too distant to warm the world, and they no longer waver and dance in the warm night air as once they did.
Stay, Confessor the cold light seems to say, harsh and unforgiving. Stay in the stillness with us.
She closes her eyes and takes another step. The lights that spiral against her closed lids, that flash and fade, are far more welcoming than the cold night sky.
Another step. The wind does not stir against her skin and the air does not carry the scent of the woods, not the woods that she remembers. The smell that hits the back of her throat - that burns in her nose and stings in her eyes - is dry and long dead, not the moist warmth of leaf litter and compost, but something older, something turned to dust and blown away.
She opens her eyes again, stares out past the silent trees, down towards the valley where the grass doesn't bend in the breeze, and where the river flows dark and deadly. She cannot hear the water, cannot hear the sound of the river babbling and jumping over stones as it heads out towards the sea. It, too, is silent, unending and unchanging as it flows, deep and still, to somewhere darker and more unforgiving than any ocean.
Nothing stirs. Nothing lives. Nothing breathes, and she knows, then, what this is, what she sees in her dreams now and will see in nightmares for years to come.
This is the world where the Keeper wins.