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Team Mord'Sith came in third, not much behind Team Seeker, with Team Confessor winning by a mile. Next battle has just 2 teams, Old World and New World, and the final battle, Battle 20 will be open to all and asking any past members to come and play for a final hurrah.

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Fiction

Rare Pair challenge
Title: Mine
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: [none]
Word Count: 750
Summary: Cara isn't going to let a would-be robber hurt her wizard, leading to the realisation that Zedd is hers.
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Drabble challenge
Title: Winter
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Darken Rahl
Warnings: [none]
Word Count: 100 words (exactly!)

Darken stood at the window, arms folded behind his back as he watched the snow fall, blanketing the green hills and grey mountains, of D'Hara. He would cut a fine figure when he made a public appearance this solstice eve, his Rahl red robes like blood against such a landscape.

Cold as a tyrant's heart, people said of winter. If only they understood that, beneath his robes and hard exterior, Darken was soft as melted ice, his heart broken but not beyond repair, his need for warmth and love every bit as strong as the land's need for springtime's thaw.

Non-linear story challenge
Title: The Past Catches Up
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: [none]
Word Count: 634

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Richard blinked away tears of joy and, without further hesitation, threw himself at his brother, wrapping his arms around him, enveloping him in a warm hug. "Thank the Creator."

Cara rolled her eyes and said, "Thank the Mord'Sith", but quietly, not wanting to disturb the reunion. Kahlan smiled at her, and then at Richard, knowing for herself the joy he was feeling.

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"I'm glad to find you. We've been tracking you for weeks," the taller man said. "Asking everywhere about the Seeker's whereabouts."

Richard held out his sword. "Why?"

"To tell you the Boundary has fallen." The other, hooded, man's voice was somewhat muffled.

"Impossible," Richard said. He wished Zedd were with them, and not on important family business. He stared at the hooded man, the back of his neck prickling – danger? Or something else?

"It's true. And as for impossible …" He threw back his hood. Richard's mouth fell open.

Kahlan let out a gasp. Cara frowned. "Michael," Kahlan said. "Michael Cypher. But he's dead."

Cara shrugged. "So was Rahl. So was I. So was Richard. So was your sister."

Richard shook his head, taking a cautious step forward. "How?"

Michael spread his hands. "It's a long story. We have a lot to talk about. But for now, the simple answer is a Mord'Sith, who was trapped on our side of the Boundary. She wanted me to help her return home."

Cara nodded. Saving the Seeker's brother might curry favour with him later, and Michael had, as far as she could make out from the occasional stories Richard told of him, an authority figure back in Hartland. It was never a bad idea to save someone's life if they might help you get what you wanted later.

"How do I know it's you and not a trick?" Richard asked, voice tight with emotion. He wanted so badly to believe it, but he'd been deceived by magic before.

"Ask me anything."

Richard leaned in and whispered into his ear. Michael laughed. He whispered back and Richard laughed too.

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Cara stared behind them. They were being followed, she was sure of it.

"What is it, Cara?" Richard had noticed her unease.

"Someone close by. Since the last village we passed."

Richard looked to Kahlan, who pulled a dagger from one boot.

"Then let's see who it is and what they want."

Two men soon approached, one taller, with bronzed skin and dark hair, the other cloaked and hooded.

"I am Richard Cypher," Richard said, approaching them, sword held casually in one hand, ready to fight if the need arose. "Who are you?"

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"You're free to go," Michael said, knowing he had no hope of stopping her anyway. He wished she'd stay. This was a strange new world to him beyond the now fallen Boundary.

Dressed once more in her leathers, she looked more fearsome. She gave him a sharp toothed smile. "Good luck finding your brother. Don't look so disheartened. We will meet again, Cypher, I'm sure of it."

"I look forward to it." It wasn't a lie. He gave her a slight bow, and watched her stride away. The man she'd found to guide him shifted uneasily, foot to foot. He didn't like Mord'Sith, but he did like the money he'd been promised.

"Let's go," Michael said. The guide nodded.

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Michael coughed, lungs filling with air. It hurt, everything hurt, and then nothing did. His fingers sought the wound at his torso, but found only dried blood and torn clothing over smooth skin.

"Welcome back," said a woman, though she sounded more bored than happy.

Anna gave a gasp, hand clasped to her mouth. She fell to her knees.

"I told you," the strange woman said, dark eyes glittering. "I brought him back. Now will you listen to me?"

1k fic
Title: Identy: The Many Faces of Richard
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Richard, mentions Richard/Kahlan, other characters mentioned
Warnings: none – only canonical character deaths occur
Word Count: 1146

1. Richard Cypher

Richard Cypher. It was the name he grew up with. His father was George Cypher, his mother was Mary Cypher, though of course he didn't call them by their first names. Adults did though, nodding politely and saying, "Morning, George," or "Pleasant day, Mrs Cypher," or "George, Mary, you must come to dinner tomorrow!"

Then there was his brother, Michael Cypher, who Richard loved dearly. They didn't look much alike, but that wasn't so unusual, or he thought.

It took a while for Richard to be able to write his name, and at first he got it wrong. Cyfer. Cyhper, and sometimes with the letter y written backwards. He preserved, and proudly wrote Richard Cypher or R Cypher or RC on many of his belongings.

Finding out he was adopted changed nothing. They were still his family, even when Michael turned from him in grief and misplaced rage. He would always be Richard Cypher, no matter what other names and titles were bestowed upon him.

2. The One True Seeker

"You are the One True Seeker," Zedd intoned and Richard was still thinking Zedd was every bit the crazy old man the villagers thought him to be. Or maybe he was the one who had gone mad, to be hallucinating a woman in white who insisted Zedd was not just a wizard but a very powerful wizard.

Richard couldn't ignore the feeling of power when he held the Sword of Truth, though. When he finally claimed his birthright he knew he was the Seeker, he understood his lineage, that many had held this weapon before him, and many would hold it after him. For now, though, it was his. He was needed to bring justice to the world. He would defeat Darken Rahl.

That Kahlan would be at his side was a pleasant bonus.

3. Richard of Brennidon

Richard would never forget his parents, but now he knew he was adopted, he was curious about his birth mother and father. An unwise journey to Brennidon to try and find out more about his past put him in danger, and he was initially misled as to the identity of his mother.

Little did he know at the time that, while he was away, Kahlan discovered a secret about Richard's family. Bound by her duty as a Confessor, she could not reveal it. Richard remained unaware of the truth for a while longer.

4. Richard Cypher, grieving brother

When his hometown was threatened, Richard returned to offer assistance and attempt to drive out the D'Haran invaders and close the Boundary once more.

It was a bittersweet reunion with Michael, who finally admitted that he had been wrong to side with the D'Harans and wrong to believe that Richard could ever have killed their father. Michael was killed during a battle and he died in Richard's arms, promising to tell their father of Richard's heroism.

Richard returned to the Midlands, and his quest, with a heavy heart. "I am the last living member of the Cypher family," he said, staring into a bowl of stew, Zedd's hand on his shoulder.

Still, that he had managed to reconcile with Michael before the end, however, was some small comfort. Richard was more determined than ever to destroy Darken Rahl for the harm he had done, and continued to do, to Richard's family and Kahlan's homeland.

4. Richard, son of Taralyn

Richard was soon to discover family he never knew he had. Jennsen, a red-haired woman with the rare ability of being Pristinely Ungifted, was revealed to be his sister. Their mother was Taralyn – daughter of Zeddicus Zorander.

Richard faced many emotions – anger that Zedd had kept this from him, even if it was to keep him safe, joy, but also grief. Taralyn was killed by the Mord'Sith Denna and she was unable to be revived.

Richard had lost his mother all over again, a heartbreak he had not been expecting, but he was determined to find solace in the fact that he had gained a grandfather and a sister. He sent Jennsen somewhere safe, knowing she would be in danger from Darken Rahl.

"I couldn't bear it if anything happened to her," he told Kahlan, thinking of Michael, George, Mary, Taralyn.

He still didn't know the whole truth.

5. The lost Seeker

A combination of powerful magic using an Agiel, the Boxes of Orden, and Confession, flung Richard into a dystopian future where he had vanished from the world and a cruel tyrant, Nicholas Rahl, had wreaked havoc.

Richard was determined to find a way home and unwilling companion Cara, on finding that she was also the last Mord'Sith alive in this terrible place, decided to help him.

"I'll find you, Kahlan," he swore silently, over and over. "I'll find my way back to you."

Ultimately they were successful in returning to their own time, and Darken was killed in the ensuing conflict.

6. Richard Rahl

The celebrations were shortlived ("I should have known it was too good to be true," Richard muttered) when the Veil between the world and the Underworld was torn open. Facing new and terrible threats, Richard was under enough strain without learning that he was, in fact, a Rahl.

Without Darken, the Mord'Sith had taken to vying for power. They relied on a Lord Rahl to keep their magic alive. "An Agiel without magic might as well be a spoon," Cara speculated as she and Dahlia bathed together. "No, less useful – at least a spoon helps you eat soup!" Since their weapons were still functioning however, there must be a Rahl alive somewhere in the world.

To Richard's horror, it was revealed that he was Lord Richard Rahl, rightful heir to the throne of D'Hara. His father had been Panis Rahl, disguised so as to trick Taralyn into sleeping with him. Jennsen, too, was a Rahl offspring – Zedd was disgusted at Panis's trickery but even he admitted that this made sense as to why she was Pristinely Ungifted. Panis was Darken's father, meaning…

"He was my half-brother." The idea was abhorrent to Richard, that the tryant he'd fought so hard to overcome was related to him, and, on the other hand, that he'd been in some way responsible for the death of a family member.

Some nights, when he was standing guard, he'd think about Hartland, longing for the basic luxury of always sleeping inside, and for the days when he was a simple woodsman with family he loved and trusted.

7. Richard, beloved

Richard had come to love Kahlan with all his heart, and knew she felt the same, although her fear of Confessing him made her wary of fully returning his affection.

Once the Keeper failed, when Kahlan's love enabled her to cry a Stone of Tears, there could be no doubt as to her love. They would be together forever.

Creature/Inanimate object POV
Title: Sword of Truth, Baby
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: crack
Word Count: 351

Cower, evil Shadrin! I'm the Sword of Truth, don't forget the capitals because I'm, like, important dude. Only the One True Seeker can wield me - *snicker*, wield. Well it *sounds* dirty.

Seriously, let me parry, Seeker! I don't want you dead yet. After a Seeker gets killed off I'm sad because I get hidden away somewhere until some interfering wizard finally decides who is worthy of me. It's nice to feel special but way nicer to be doing my job of hacking my way across the world, you know? I could totes choose for myself who should be allowed to carry me around. Anyway eventually someone comes along – say, Richard Cypher, cough, nepotism, cough – and the wizard does his thing and it's all lightening and I HAVE THE POWER!

I mean sure, there was Leo, for like, five minutes. Did I mention the nepotism because Richard got his grubby mitts back on me pretty damn quick, not that I'm complaining because they are pretty nice mitts.

Oh, and when the Seeker fights with me we're like, wham, kapoo, woosh! I'm super powerful and I have all the power of all the Seekers ever, because obvs I'm a sort of vampire sword who eats the energy of the Seeker or something but ssh don't tell anyone that or they'll stick me in a stone or something.

And if the Seeker like gets enraged then Power to the Max babes! I'm all glowing and red and the Seeker is all grrrrrr and we slay! Like, literally, slay. Not saying it's pretty, just telling it like it is. We're supposed to calmly fight for justice while still letting me stab people through the hearts or whatever, IDK, I'm just a magical weapon.

Where was I? Right, die, Shadrin, die! Pretty sure these things are getting close to extinction but who can argue with the Seeker? He tells me to stab, I stab. It's a living. Oi, Seeker, don't forget to clean me. The taste of blood is one thing but neither of us are going to be happy if you let me rust.

Supplied Starter Sentence
Title: The Usefulness Of Magic
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 217 (204 words + starter sentence)
Prompt: For the legendland starter sentence challenge (first line given, bolded)
Summary: Magic has costs and benefits.
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.

There was something to be said, Richard thought, for the usefulness of magic.

Yes, it was true that the creature – part-eagle, part-horse, part-Creator-only-knew-what – that had been attacking villages in this area was magical in nature. But it was the magic of her Agiels that had helped Cara take out the soldiers escorting the beast. It was the magic of Confession that had let Kahlan Confess the creature's handler and instruct him to turn it away from the villagers. It was the magical Sword of Truth that had allowed Richard to slice through the neck that was strong as steel beneath the innocuous looking feathers, finally killing the horrendous beast.

It was magic that had saved Richard's life, in all probability. An almost certainly venomous claw had got past his guard as he'd swung for the neck, and sliced through his left arm. Through his shirt, his flesh, his muscle, exposing the bone.

Kahlan had screamed. Zedd had hurried over. It was magic that knitted Richard's arm, almost severed by the vicious attack, back together, leaving no trace of the dreadful wound.

And, when a less magical, but still deadly, Quad of D'Haran guards thought to kill the Seeker, it was their combined magical abilities that made sure it was Richard and his friends who walked away unharmed.

Crossover fic
Title: Hello Sunnydale
Rating: PG-13
Fandoms: Legend of the Seeker/Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Pairings/Characters: RKZC, Buffy and most of the Scoobies, implied Cara/Spike
Warnings: none
Word Count: 344

Richard, the One True Seeker, sat across from Buffy, Slayer, comma, The. He sipped at the strange beverage and smiled. "I like it. What did you say it was called?"

"Coffee."

Nearby, Zedd, Wizard of the First Order, was deep in conversation with Rupert Giles, member of the Watcher's Council and Chief Librarian, while Witch Woman Shota and fellow red-headed witch Willow Rosenberg were brewing a potion that did not smell nearly so enticing as the drink in Richard's hand.

Kahlan was giving and receiving advice on keeping your hair shiny during an apocalypse or battle, and killing demons and other nasties without ruining your manicure. Cordelia was taken with Kahlan's daggers and the Confessor had promised to show her a few moves before they went home. Assuming the magical types could summon up a portal to send Richard and his friends home.

Cara and the vampire, Spike, had been having a conversation that was partly getting to know you, partly threatening to tear your throat out, and partly (and increasingly) let's find somewhere to go and have sex.

"Giles is good at this stuff," Buffy said, seeing Richard's concern. "Portals and things happen all the time. He'll find a way to open the right one and send you home."

"I hope so." Richard sighed. One moment they'd been walking through the forest and the next, hello, Sunnydale. They were fortunate to have stumbled onto the Slayer and her team, who, aside from Spike's sarcastic remarks about their outfits, had been cautiously welcoming and ultimately offered to help. He forced a smile. "Do you think I can take some of this coffee home?"

Buffy nodded brightly. "You should take beans," she said with inspiration. "Maybe coffee can grow in your dimension too."

Which was how Richard's magic beans led to the establishment of the Coffee Plains, and Sebastian's chain of Coffee Taverns, but that all took place long afterwards, as did Cordelia's win at a knife throwing contest, and long after the lovebites Cara and Spike had inflicted on each other had finally healed.