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"My lord…"

Darken turned away from the book that he was reading and to the messenger standing before him. The messenger dropped to his knees and bowed his head.

"Report," He snapped.

"My Lord…the prophecy still stands."

His fist tightened into a ball. He swung around and knocked over the table. Books and paper flew into the air and onto the ground. The sound echoed through his room. He heard the sound of footsteps. He turned away from the mess and to the guards storming into the room.

"My Lord," One of the guards said.

"Leave me. All of you!" He shouted.

The guards and the messenger scrambled out the room. He looked around the room and knocked over a chair that was still standing. He wanted to tear apart the room and leave nothing behind.

"My lord?" A familiar voice said behind him.

He turned around to see Cara standing in the doorway.

"Leave me," He said.

"I believe that I should stay since you chased all of your guards away. Can't have you unprotected, my lord," She said.

He glared at her. He should punish her for her disobedience.

"The prophecy still stands, Cara."

Cara's eyes widened slightly.

"No…"

"My thoughts exactly."

"But I thought…."

"Even with the best layer of protection around him, the prophecy still states that my brother is going to die," He said as he paced the room.

"Prophecies can be wrong, my lord."

"Is that suppose to make me feel better, Cara?" He snapped.

Cara had enough sense to remind quiet. He turned away from her and started to pace again. He tried to gather his thoughts. He ran his hand through his hair. What choices did have available? He has talked to many and there was no answers to be found.

Expect…

"Cara, you are with me. I might need your…touch," He said.

She smiled slightly.

"Of course. It would be my pleasure," She said.

He had no doubts that those words were true.

-LOSLOSLOS-

"What did I do to earn a visit from Darken Rahl?" The old man said in the corner of his prison.

He snarled at the older man. He still had thoughts on killing the man but he had information that others did not have.

"I would be careful of your tongue or perhaps, I should remove it for you," Cara said as she moved forward. He rose his arm to stop her.

"Cara…be nice for now. Zedd had much to tell us." He said coolly.

"I have nothing to tell you," The older man snapped.

"Oh, you do. On prophecy and how to prevent it."

"I thought that you did a perfectly good job on that. You are still alive."

His fists tightened into a ball.

"And yet, my brother may die because of it."

He saw a flash of something across the wizard's face then disappeared into a cool mask.

"I am sorry to hear that. Not that I care," Zedd said.

"Maybe I should have Cara here make sure that you start caring. But I think you do care as much I do. Enough to tell me," He said as he started to circle around the man.

The wizard stared at him for a moment before answering.

"Does the other prophecy still stand? The one that named your brother the Seeker?"

He frowned for a moment.

"That prophecy was erased."

"No…the one that the Seeker would kill you was. But the other one still stands?"

His hand rubbed his chin as he tried to remember the text.

"Are you telling me that giving my brother the Sword of Truth would prevent his death?"

"I'm telling you nothing. Perhaps, you should think that in prevent one prophecy for so long that you might have caused an unnecessary effect. The sword and your brother bounded in ways that you and I could never understand."

He stared at the other man.

The old man had a point.

Dear spirits, the man had a point.

A helpless feeling washed over him.

What does he do now?

End