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Title: A house with no widows
Word Count: 387
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kahlan
Warnings: none
There’s a house just a few hours ride from the Confessor's Palace. It’s been abandoned since anyone can remember. Tucked deep into the woods. Big, empty and with no windows. There isn’t even a trace of the glass that once covered the holes on the walls.
Kahlan found it by accident when she was barely old enough to ride her horse alone. Venturing into the woods was not the plan, but she was young and daring (stupid) and she might have got a little lost.
It had been a rough morning.
(the first of many)
Lessons over lessons. Sit still, behave. You must always act according to your position, your people will expect nothing less. A father that look but didn’t see. And a Mother she has to share with all of Midlands.
So Kahlan took off on her horse. Pretended she was too far away to hear her name being shouted by an older Confessor and just rode. She rode until she was out of the city. Until buildings were replaced by trees, and the sounds of people could no longer reach her. Then she rode some more.
She just needs to breath.
It hits her all at once: This is what her life will be. The life of a Confessor. Behave. There’s no break for what she is, there’s no day off, no time to be anything other than a confessor. She tries to imagine her future and there’s nothing other than servitude. Honourable, valuable servitude. But neither the less: servitude.
There will never be space for Kahlan in her own live, just for a Confessor.
And she wants to get lost in the woods. She wants to get lost and never be found.
And so she finds the house with no windows.
It has no windows but it has walls, and walls can hide her and her tears. And what better place to breath than by an uncovered window?
There’s more rough morning, and afternoons, and days and weeks… Sometimes she goes back and feels like she has found her own personal palace.
(what Kahlan could not know was that one day the she would really own palaces. But those palaces were made of stone and windows far too thick. Her servitude was never ending and she broke the windows so she could breath.)
Word Count: 387
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kahlan
Warnings: none
There’s a house just a few hours ride from the Confessor's Palace. It’s been abandoned since anyone can remember. Tucked deep into the woods. Big, empty and with no windows. There isn’t even a trace of the glass that once covered the holes on the walls.
Kahlan found it by accident when she was barely old enough to ride her horse alone. Venturing into the woods was not the plan, but she was young and daring (stupid) and she might have got a little lost.
It had been a rough morning.
(the first of many)
Lessons over lessons. Sit still, behave. You must always act according to your position, your people will expect nothing less. A father that look but didn’t see. And a Mother she has to share with all of Midlands.
So Kahlan took off on her horse. Pretended she was too far away to hear her name being shouted by an older Confessor and just rode. She rode until she was out of the city. Until buildings were replaced by trees, and the sounds of people could no longer reach her. Then she rode some more.
She just needs to breath.
It hits her all at once: This is what her life will be. The life of a Confessor. Behave. There’s no break for what she is, there’s no day off, no time to be anything other than a confessor. She tries to imagine her future and there’s nothing other than servitude. Honourable, valuable servitude. But neither the less: servitude.
There will never be space for Kahlan in her own live, just for a Confessor.
And she wants to get lost in the woods. She wants to get lost and never be found.
And so she finds the house with no windows.
It has no windows but it has walls, and walls can hide her and her tears. And what better place to breath than by an uncovered window?
There’s more rough morning, and afternoons, and days and weeks… Sometimes she goes back and feels like she has found her own personal palace.
(what Kahlan could not know was that one day the she would really own palaces. But those palaces were made of stone and windows far too thick. Her servitude was never ending and she broke the windows so she could breath.)