#✴. // the seeker : a good myth is hard to kill
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morgana le fay approached:
A mistletoe kiss from the Lady Morgana appears in the Camelot hallways one secret evening after everyone has left from a recent feast.
Kahlan was feeling rather good this evening. She had enough mead and had been dancing. The seeker was an honorary guest of Arthur Pendragon's and now an ally to her cause for the truth in all things. A duchess of Amata turned to a leader many looked too. In fact many had cried out for her to take Sarrum's throne. Instead of being just the Queen there, she set a council there of people who where trusted and some confessed. They acted on her behalf for the land. So she was free to do as she wished and went on quests to help others.
When the Lady Morgana approached her in the hall, she grinned at her. Watching as she approached, her felt the woman's lips graze hers. Tipsy her, she couldn't help the look of endearment on her face. "You grace me with a kiss? How bold."
@storitale
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(Spotify meme) #40
Hard to Kill by Beth Crowley
But, a good myth is hard to kill. The Great Dragon said she was the Seeker. One to bring out the truth. No matter how hard anyone tried to hide it. With her Sword of Truth wielded in her hands, she could rid evil and push the truth out of anyone she deemed fit. She is the first and only Seeker. One prophesied a thousand of years prior.
Using her sword against bandits after seeing them surrounding a man, she had them quickly running from her. Luckily she didn't need to use the confession gift on anyone because she would have passed out for a moment. Making it render her useless for battle. Bonded with her sword, she could fend for herself fairly easily. Walking to the unknown person, she didn't offer him a hand up. Gloves were worn on her palms save for her fingers showing through them.
"Seems like they had one up on you."
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new verse.
V. A GOOD MYTH IS HARD TO KILL; THE SEEKER
The Seeker travels searching to help others uncover the truth. Her travels take her all over Albion.
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The Seeker took in her surroundings. No one was left. Most of them ran save for one that meet their end by her blade. The Sword of Truth, which fueled her righteous anger. Why she appeared stronger when utilizing the weapon. She made no attempts at hiding it. To a normal person, it was just a sword. Nothing would happen if anyone took its handle. Combined with her confessor power, no one stood a chance. Kahlan had not met anyone who could withstand her powers. No one was immune. It made for a lonely existence.
Careful not to come closer to him, she nodded her head at him. "Almost." She reminded him. Watching him climb to his feet, she put her sword away and then smiled at him innocently. "No need. I'm just happy to have helped." Amnell was on her way to Camelot. King Arthur had wished her to grace his court. The Queen of Amata decided to grant his wish.
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