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Battle 17

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Fic

Story Title: Red vs Black
Colour Prompt: Black
Word Count: 208
Rating: PG
Warnings: None apply
Unscreen?: Yes

Red was the Rahl family's colour. Clothes, linens, tapestries – everywhere in the People's Palace the signature was clearly visible. Blood red, vivid and powerful and unmistakable.

Black though; black was the colour of his hair – Rahl ran a silky strand through his fingers. Like his mother's hair, though he barely remembered her at all. The sole portrait of her did not match what vague memory he had of her. Surely she had not been as severe as the painting suggested. Surely she had some love in her heart. The red robes the sour woman in the portrait was dressed in did not suit her. She would have looked better in black.

His very name conjured up the idea of blackness. It conjured a sense of foreboding, the night sky swallowing the sun, a shadow falling across the land.

When he took Walter's body, Rahl wore threadbare black robes. It was not his accustomed finery, no rich velvet robe with intricate golden embroidery. Yet the dark clothing suited him, for a time. Soon enough he would reclaim his throne and his wardrobe.

Red was the Rahl family's colour, and Darken was a Rahl, and wore it with pride. Yet he was also Darken, and just as comfortable in black.

Prompt: RKCZ get trapped in net up a tree
Story Title: Just Hanging Around
Word Count: 406
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none

This was all the wizard's fault, Cara thought, and glowered at him. Or she would, if Richard's elbow were not jammed against her neck, making it impossible to move and fix anyone with a steely gaze.

Richard was sandwiched between Cara and Kahlan, which she thought he might enjoy under other circumstances, and if he weren't so, well, *Richard* about such things. Cara didn't doubt he was Lord Rahl, but she was pretty certain there had never been a Lord Rahl who was quite so...pure wasn't the right word, exactly. Constrained?

Zedd was squished somewhere beneath them, face pressed into the net, one hand still clutching a pomegranate. The basket was sat somewhere near Cara's hip, to her annoyance and discomfort.

“You might imagine that the First Wizard would have learnt his lesson about reaching for suspicious fruit after the incident with the persimmon,” Cara drawled.

Kahlan gave a moan, which was caused by nothing more untoward than her struggling to reach her dagger. Richard shifted to try and give her more room, pressing himself tighter against Cara, which would have been more pleasant if it were not for the elbow-in-the-neck thing.

“Got it,” Kahlan said breathlessly.

“Careful. It's a long way down,” Richard said. The trap had closed around them the moment Zedd touched the basket, sending the net high up into a tree.

“I'll make the ground soft,” Zedd said, though his voice was mumbled by the net digging into his face. Cara thought it served him right.

“You can make the ground soft but not magic open the net?” Cara asked in disbelief.

“Magical rope,” Zedd mumbled. “Anti-magical rope, that is.”

Cara rolled her eyes, though no-one could see.

A few moments later, Kahlan sawed through the net and they all fell to the ground, which obligingly cushioned their fall as it were a fine mattress and not a rocky path through dense woodland.

“Who would put a trap out here?” Richard asked, helping Kahlan to her feet. “And why would they bait it with a basket of pomegranates?”

“Or use a rope impervious to magic?” Zedd agreed.

Cara brushed at her leathers and nodded towards the tree line. “I see a trail. Let's go and find out.”

Prompt: Write using consecutive letters of the alphabet
Story Title: Magic Squirrel
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None (but it’s seriously cracky)

Zedd frowned at the rest of the group.
“All right, who ate my bean?”
“Bean,” Richard said, puzzled, “I haven’t seen a bean.”
Cara rolled her eyes.
“Don’t play coy,” snapped Zedd.
“Everyone should calm down,” said Kahlan.
For a moment there was silence.
Glowering, Zedd said, “I had a magic bean in my bag and now it is gone.”
“How strange,” said Richard.
“I don’t think any of us took it,” Kahlan said.
Just then Darken appeared as if by magic.
“Kahlan, Cara, Zedd, Brother,” he purred.
“Look, here’s the thief,” Cara said.
Master Rahl shook his head.
“No, I didn’t take your bean, though I know who did.”
“Oh, yes?”
Pointing to a tree, Darken laughed.
Quickly scurrying about, it’s tail a rainbow of colour and it’s ears looking like leaves, was a squirrel.
Richard looked shocked and begged Zedd to help the creature.
“Silly squirrel,” Zedd said, waving his hands and removing the odd appearance.
The squirrel jumped onto Richard’s shoulder and chattered in his ear
“Unbelievable, I think it wants to be friends,” Cara said.
“Very well,” agreed Richard, suggesting they keep it as a pet.
“What will you call it?”
“Xavier,” said Richard.
“Yes, that’s lovely,” Kahlan said, while Cara, Darken, and Zedd, rolled their eyes.

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