Prophecy and Destiny

[Kahlan Lothair]

Alone in her bed Kahlan sleeps with the curtains drawn about so that very little light made it into her from the early dawn. Sleep she did and did well for her slumber was deep and impenetrable. She was one borne of power of the Tuatha De Dannan the first of the settlers of this land. Her sleep, a troubled one as it appears, leaves her to toss and turn. Her newly wedded husband was no where nearby for he was abroad touring the Kingdom so that all the People of Ulster would be able to see their new High King. Void of the comfort that he had brought her while he was with her she now rests uneasily on the brink of a slumbering fever.

Schooled in Avalon for several years, until she had come of age and the Lady of Avalon had let her go to find her parents gone and she with a Kingdom to rule, she had been taught several magical things. One of which was to control the magical sight she was born with. This morning however fits wrack her body as she squirms and tosses her head side to side...mumbling some incoherency that makes less perfect sense.

In her mind she walks down a path overgrown on both sides by brambles and thornes. The occassional rose mars the flesh tearing wall of impassible knives. Something glinting catches her eye and she wanders forward only to see the form of a man she knows well. Her Father Matthias stands before her as white as a sheet and she starts to shake. Matthias was dead and had been for many a year...He holds his hand out to her and she draws back, unwilling to touch that which has obviously come from beyond the curtain of death. She turns and runs back down the trail in a dress of the purest of whites only to stumble onto a broken and battered carcass...

A choking sob tears from her throat...heard by the nearby attending women they come rushing to her side...thrusting the curtains aside and trying to comfort their queen, but Kahlan is lost within the Sight. Someone sends for Ashina only to find she is unavailable, they then send for NimRuin hoping that he can help her.

The carcass was her fathers. She had been spared the site of his death and how it had come, but now, the site shown her was almost unbearable. She backs away and looks back down the path whence she came and sees the apparation gone...with speed borne by the abject fear of the vision she flees without looking back...the brambles catching at her dress and tearing at it as she runs...Then she comes to a wide clearing, one she knew well in Avalon. In the middle is another familiar figure though it be a man it is her Husband. She runs to him and takes shelter in his arms as mists swirl about them. Then Kahlan sees her...

Such sweet gentle beauty she never knew a child could possess, but there she was. A young child of only four in this Sight, but beautiful and wise beyond her years. Her daughter. She could make no distinguishing marks of her so the Sight left it to her to know of the future.

When this had begun she had calmed...only to be thrown into another fit when the serene Sight diminishes into that of War. One where there was total chaos. She felt so utterly helpless as she stood, bound by some sort of rope in the middle of a field full of slain men. Then was she visited by the Morrigan. Things were whispered by the Goddess to Kahlan and she sees herself screaming and dropping to her knees.

In the reality of it all she thrust herself about like a mad woman letting out a cry of pain so full of anguish that it raised the hairs on the back of the necks of the attendant women. What had she been told by this site? The goddess? Had she seen the end of Ulster? <To be Continued>

[ElvenNimruin]

~He ran swiftly through the vast forest. His mind on the otherhand was elsewhere. Only by sudden impulse did his body twist and dodge trees impeding his path. His mind was a wreck. Although he was not under one true goddess, Eilistraee, He was now tired and very weary of this world. He knew that Lloth was forever dispelled from him and that Raisltin would be stopped in all ways, but Evil always seemed to return in due time. His sprinting was not even being registered in his thoughtful mind as his muscles contracted and strained to maintain the set pace. Only when he was on the verge of collaspe did he even think about the he had just imflicted upon himself. He placed his hands over his knee and desperately tried to breathe for air. His heart was beating so fast that he could feel throughout his whole body. As sweat dripped down his face, his white robes shrined in Eilistraee's light ( the moon).

Finally as his heart subsides the wind picked up again and blew his robes in the direction of the Caster of High Queen Kahlan. He could feel his anguish as he walked towards the castle with an unknown look upon his face. His long Silver hair was damp and his ice blue eyes were swamped with stress. His body stood proud, but his eyes and will lacked the sleep they do needed. A small drizzle came from the sky and three shooting stars crossed each other. "Odd" he thoought to himself. He thought about that a momment before his mind ventured to other more important matters.

He didn't even bother to wait for the gaurds to open the gates. He just walked right through the solid steel and waved around the shocked faces that saw him reemerge from the stone. It was a fairly simple trick and rather useful. He walking into the main city of Ulster and gazed around. Ulsters Kids were sleeping, and almost no one were walking around the city. He thought about hiring some mercenaries to help him manage the forest, and help him scout.. He thought about it and rather decided to ask her majesty first, before coming with these conclusions.

As he entered the inner gates he presented himself to the gaurds. They spoke lightly to him and let him through rather quickly. His legs were swore and his body was tired. "Things could not get any worst." He was lead to were the queen resided, and he looked at her. Speaking gently at the queen, for he was already on the most dangerous ground there was with her, he chided her. "My queen Kahlan, please tell me what has happened." He look shocked at Kahlan, for he never thought he would see the day that her nerves would be broken. He bowed lowly to her, showing her the respect she gave back all the time. keeping his head lower trying not to make eye contact, for he fear her, maybe ill content towards him and his mouth, but after all she did call Him. He stood straight up and waited for her highness.

As he stood there he knew that Masteress Ashina wished to speak to him, but his wits and several spies told him that she was with Adam. Sighing he lowered his head and waited to be either scolded or bashed with something hard............

[Kahlan Lothair]

~Her gaze levels with that of Nim. Indeed she had sent for him all those days ago when she was bed ridden with the Sight borne from somewhere deep inside her. What had triggered it she had no idea. She seems to have recently found the strength to get out of bed after the Sight and is seated in a cushioned chair...she looks pale and slightly drawn, but on the upside of whatever had striken her ill.~

I thank you Nim, for coming to me. I know not what it was that had me bedridden for the days past. All I know is that as I slept I was visited by a Sight? Know you of them?

~She asked him as she looks him over. He may not, but then again she had always given the elven man the benefit of doubt. Rarely did he truely disappoint her, though she chided and chastized him constantly. It was for his own good after all. She wouldnt always be around to protect his neck should he stick it out too far. This coaxes a smile to her pale lips...and yet for her weakness the paleness of her skin seems all the more becoming of her. It sparkles with a fine dazzling shine that seems more akin to that of the Fae than humans. Were she of the Fae she should have wings...right? Well she isnt of that elusive race, nor is she of the Elven race. Hers was one borne of Ireland. ~

Well if you do not, the Sight gives me a glimpse into the future and sometimes a glimpse into the past. This time it worries me. I did not bid it come and it hasnt for some time. I thought I had lost the power to do such things. It is a concern of mine indeed that one, as powerful as it was as Im sure you found it to be, would have come to fruition while I was unawares. Let it be known that the battle you saw was not one to come. It was one of the past.

~She says and takes a deep even breath..as if speaking has worn her out. Something else must be wrong with her for her to be so disconnected. She rises slowly and stumbles forward to have servants rush forward to grab at her. She waves them off and takes the forearm of Nim and bids him follow her. She leans heavily upon him for some time as she walks, the weight of the power that this Sight had taken from her not being evident until her light frame uses his as an aide. She smiles lightly to him~

I want you to know something Nim. I do not mean ill by you. I wish you to know that I am not angry at you so much as at your actions. You tend to be disconcerting to the entire court. I am content to leave you be, but I must in the face of others chastize you for things you are doing wrong...

~She says as she looks from him to the ground as they walk along...her attendants close behind should she have any need for them. With long slender fingers that look to be well able to play any instrument they desire and bear any weapon of choice, she pushes her soft wavy blonde hair back from her face and over her shoulder. It isnt bound back as it normally is so it falls like a frozen waterfall of the purest of blazoned gold dancing in the later rays of sunlight as the sun wanes in the sky. She looks for all the world a meek and simple woman and is dressed in a loose garment that doesnt confine her body in something impossibly tight. She found she couldnt stand those garments of late. Rather the gown is loose and whispy.~

What have you to say Nim? Or say you anything to your Queen? Must I beg you for forgiveness? A sick womans words must not be heeded. Ah, but I am afraid to ask of you your free thoughts, lest they be something treasonous as to throttle the High Queen for her insurmountable pride...

~With this she laughs a soft lilting laugh that bodes well for her recovery, awaiting his answer as they walk closely followed by attendants~

[ElvenNimruin]

~staring At the queen he was Hoping and actually looking for a scold, but of course Lady Kahlan depreived him of that satisfaction. He was rather ok with that notion right now for more pressing Issue were at hand. Looking at her he could see a face or Pride, trying to hold back the fear of sight. He knew that she shouldn't react this way to it, for it is very unsettling to the mind and body. He knew that those gifted with sight, Seers, have to accept what they see and try to comprehend its incoherant images. He looked at her and threw up his shoulders and smiled.

~"I have seen what thy hath seen. This Sight of yours comes as a shock to me for you never have mentioned it before my queen. The sight of that you have seen is someone only you can make of it. You have the sight and although i can see too, it only makes sense to the bearer of the power."~

Slowly he watched her deal with her pain as she scolded the servants away. Seeing how she was leaning on him, he gladly accepted weight of gaurding his majesty in such unnerving times. He looked at her and saw such a radiant women, even when beaten to the corner with her unforseen emmergent of sight, she still maintained the composure of High queen. Her pride was not able to be broken by any except, by his highness the king himself. Listening to her story of the sight and also the shocking apology of the queen, he rather felt better about this whole situation.

~My queen i know that my mouth is the essence of your troubles in this kingdom, although i think its a fairly good trade off considering the fact of what a normal Droow would do if left unattended, and i am too sorry for my smart voice. Now, about these dreams, i do not know what they could mean at the moment. I could perhaps look into it, but my sight does not come at me like it has to you. It is rather complicated, but all the advice i can give to you know is to sleep. When you are strong enough is when Lady Ashina and you, and perhaps me if you want me there, can discuss throughly what you have seen. I do accept your forgiveness with all my heart and i wish you well~

He walked with the queen for a bit longer, sort of helping and partially carrying her along the way. He found that he was curious of what she would be thinking. He walked a bit slower so she could continue as he quickly turned the direction around that led to her chambers. His arm neither felt her weight as he was in well enough fit to carry one three times her size. Stareing at her for a moment a gentle smirk came across his face as he chuckled in a low voice.

~If the dresses are displeasing you so much, why not let me buy you a few in the next town i travel to. I think it would be rather pleasant if you wore something of other cultures, although it would be tough finding something that would Fit your lower sections.~

He smiled to himself as he was sure she should scold him for the intrusive. She could not depreive him of this insult as she did the other. He needed one shout at him before he left, so that he could feel his Drowish Nature furfilled, or course he was always playing with her. He would lay his life on the line when needed for her, but when nothing was going on, He would always be know as Nim to her and nothing else.