LOTS: The Seer of Valnor ((HARVIN CROSSOVER))

[Gavin Sawyer]

Legend of the Seeker
The Seer of Valnor

Takes place after season 2 of the TV series. follows the series only not the books. (includes our a site fave couple Harvin.)

Richard and his friends have sealed the rift in the Underworld with the Stone of Tears. But they have a problem, Darken Rahl is still alive and has taken his place on the throne back in the People's Palace. Da'Haran soldiers have been sent out to search the Midlands for the Seeker who would see Darken Rahl dead and peace restored to the Da'Hara and the Midlands. The witch Shota foretold the prophecy of the next Da'Haran War. The prophecy tells of a woman of sight who will guide the one in darkness to the Seeker's fight. Richard has been having strange dreams, and it seems that he isn't the only one. A young woman named Harper is greatly disturbed when on of her requiring dreams turns into a nightmare...

Chapter One: Abduction

Harper Marowski
Gavin Sawyer
Parinus, D'Haran General
Richard Cypher (the seeker)
Kahlan Amnell (mother confessor)
Cara (mord-sith)
Zedd (wizard)

There was no tragedy greater than the death of the man Harper had never met. She dreamed about him almost on a nightly basis for the last year and a half. He entered her dream world with his dark brown hair and rich eyes and a smile that made Harper’s heart melt. The stranger was so vivid and clear-cut it was hard to believe he only existed in her dreams. At first he would stand there staring at her and she would stare back. It was as if she were looking at a God. He was, in Harper’s eyes, perfect. As her dreams continued they grew elaborate she never appeared in them herself but she watched the stranger go about his life. She felt herself drawn to him and enchanted by his flaws. His flaws were what made him perfect. Through out all of her dreams Harper never once heard him speak, but she imagined the voice of an angel vibrating out from those plump lips. It was crazy to admit, but Harper felt herself almost loving this man the moment she dreamt of him. It was why the event of his death was so heart wrenching.

Harper sat on the edge of her bed and mindlessly braided one of her brunette locks. She finally stopped crying, but as an hour passed by the image of the stranger’s death was seared into her mind. Her heart raced and there was a hollow feeling in her chest. She had dreamed of this man so many times, why now did he have to die? Perhaps it was just a terrible nightmare, something she ate did not agree with her and was messing with her perfect dreams. Harper buried her face in her hands.

The following morning proved just as troublesome for her. Harper was barely able to focus on the work that needed to be done in her family’s tavern, The Green Gar. It was hardly midday and already the local drunks were out and about.

“Harper, what are you doing silly girl?” Her mother Tricia called out. She served a flagon of mead to the next paying customer.

Harper blinked and realized she was letting the ail run all over the place over flowing from the mug. She quickly stopped and set the mug on the counter before taking a rag to clean up her mess.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize...” She sighed and looked over to her mother. “I’m sorry mother.”

“Another dream?” She asked.

Harper nodded, “It wasn’t a good one.”

Tricia hesitated for a moment staring at her daughter as if she knew something Harper did not. Finally she rolled her eyes and shooed her daughter away. “I’ll take care of this you see to the men.”

Harper sighed and pushed herself up from the floor. She brushed off her skirt and turned to the bar forcing a smile at the smelly nearly toothless man waving a small bag of coins in her face. Charming.

“Well ain’t you growing up nice and pretty like your mother Harper.” Wheezed the old man.

Harper chuckled and grinned, “Thank you Klaud, but we both know you are too good for me.”

The man snorted and took a sip of his ale. “There isn’t a man in this world that is fit for you child.”

Harper had to struggle to keep a smile on her face. It was true there was no man in this world fit for her; she would only have feelings for the stranger in her dreams. Harper was afraid to sleep thinking she would no longer dream of him. She wasn’t sure what she would do if the stranger were no longer present when she slept. He was a great comfort.

Suddenly the doors to the tavern burst open and in the doorway stood a Da’Haran general and two of his soldiers. Harper tensed up. Everyone in tavern stopped what they were doing, and everyone was silent. Tricia slowly stood up drying her hands off. She glanced over to Harper and moved closer to her daughter.

Tricia cleared her throat, “Can I help you gentlemen?”

The D’Haran general surveyed the tavern for a moment before actually entering. He was bulky and for a second Harper wasn’t sure he would fit through the door, not with all of the armor he had on. He approached the bar and shoved Klaud out of the way.

“D’Haran scum!” The old man snapped and he spit at the foot of the General. One of the soldiers took out a dagger and drove it deep into the man’s stomach. The General did not even acknowledge the man. He placed a hand on the bar top and stared directly at Tricia.

Harper flinched and grabbed for her mother’s hand under the bar. Tricia had lost most of the color in her face but she did not break eye contact. She merely cleared her throat again and waited for the General to speak.

“I was told a group of people passed through here not too long ago. I was hoping you could tell me which way they were heading.”

“We get plenty of travelers who cross the mountains. We’re a small town but we see a lot business. It would be impossible for me to narrow down one particular group of travelers.” Tricia replied.

The General kept a placid expression. “These travelers would have included the Seeker of Truth, the Mother Confessor, a Mord-Sith and a Wizard. Surely you do not receive that company often.”

Tricia’s jaw quivered. “I may have served them, but I have no idea where they were heading.”

Harper gripped her mother’s hand tighter. Her eyes avoided looking at the D’Haran soldiers directly. She kept praying that they would turn and leave when they realized her mother did not have the information needed.

The General drummed his fingers on the wood bar. “You would not betray Lord Rahl would you bar maid?”

“If I knew what direction the Seeker was heading I could have told you by now.” Tricia’s quick tongue caused a smirk to cross the General’s face.

“Indeed.” He glanced over to Harper. “Is this your daughter? She is most beautiful for a tavern wench. I would hate for something to happen to her.”
Tricia pulled Harper behind her. “I have told you all I know.”

“Which is very little. And unfortunately for you bar maid, it is not enough to save your tavern.” The General replied. He raised his hand and two soldiers turned on their heels. They left the tavern and the bloodied body of the toothless old man.
Tricia hugged her daughter and breathed a sigh of relief. She pushed Harper’s hair out of her face. Harper didn’t realize she had begun crying.

The windows of the tavern shattered. People screamed as the torches and flaming arrows shot through the broken window. The fire caught fast and began to engulf the place. It was chaos. The doors to the tavern were locked and surrounded by D’Haran soldiers. The smoke was filling the air and Harper could not only smell the burning of wood but the burning of flesh. People were on fire. Harper instantly panicked and began to sob clutching her mother’s hands.

“Mother!”

“Harper get out of here!” Her mother called above the roar of the fire and screams.

“No I won’t leave you!”

“Harper Marowski you listen to me!” She coughed and pulled a bag of coins from her pocket and shoved them into the Harper’s hands. “The Seeker was traveling north, but he planned to lead a fake trail southwest.”

“How do you—“

“No time for questions. Now you get out of here and you find the Seeker, understand me!” She pulled Harper close and kissed her daughter on the forehead. “You’re very special, don’t you ever forget that. I love you.”

Harper’s eyes burned from the smoke. She wished she could see her mother’s face properly one last time. “I love you too!”

“Go!” One of the rafters fell sending embers and flames dancing. Harper raced toward the back of the tavern with luck the storeroom had not caught fire. All of that mead would cause a major explosion; she had to get out before then. The door was locked. Harper kicked it as hard as she could but it would not budge. Her adrenaline was surging through her body. She tossed small crate at the window. She leapt through and took off toward the forest. She didn’t get far D’Haran soldier swarmed her.

Harper wasn’t going to go without a fight. She grabbed a sword from the blacksmith that sat behind tavern. Harper had never used a sword in her life. The object was foreign and the weight was almost too heavy for her to lift. She swung wildly at the D’Haran soldiers. They were quick to knock the sword from her hands. Harper shrieked and fell to her knees waiting for the killing strike.

“Hold.” The General said. He stood towering over Harper. That cruel smile crossed his face. “Looks like we have a survivor, and a very pretty one at that. Bind her hands.”

“Sir?” One of the soldiers questioned.

“We’re taking her to Darken Rahl. He is always in need of concubines, and servant girls. Same thing.”

Harper’s eyes grew wide in fright. She would rather the D’Haran had struck her down with his sword. Just as they were pulling Harper to her feet the fire caught the mead aflame and caused the tavern to explode. Flames licked toward the sky almost as bright as the sun itself. People peaked out through their windows knowing it would be a death sentence for them to help in any way. Harper let out an earsplitting scream.

“Mother!”

The D’Harans held her back from running toward the blaze. The General looked coldly to Harper. “That is what happens to those who defy Lord Rahl. I wouldn’t want to follow your mother’s example.”

Harper bit her bottom lip and choked back sobs. They bound her wrist in thick ropes and pulled her as they marched out of the village. Harper glanced back over her shoulder and watched at the black smoke filled the sky over her home. It was in that moment that Harper knew she would never see her village again.

When the D’Harans finally settled down to camp for the night Harper’s rope was tied to a small tree. She sat down on the forest floor, her wrist itching and stinging from the rope. The two soldiers were posted to guard her. They were wasting their time. Harper could not escape, and even if she could Harper knew well that she was not fast enough to outrun them. Harper sighed and watched as the D’Harans made a fire and merrily joked around reliving war stories and stories where they murdered innocent people. It made Harper sick to her stomach.

After the men had their fill the General walked over and knelt down in front of Harper. She turned her head away.

“You’ve had the day to your thoughts now, we can do this the easy way and we will pardon you for treason. Or we can do this the hard way and you won’t live to see another sunrise.”

Harper watched the General from the corner of her eyes. In the dim light the General looked like some kind of beast. His harsh features made him all the more ferocious looking with the shadows. Harper didn’t want to speak though. She couldn’t get the screams of the tavern’s people out of her head. It was bad enough the stranger in her dream died but now her mother. Harper was an orphan with no family. She’d rather be dead.

“I don’t know anything.” She whispered.

The General chuckled, “I don’t think that’s the case. Come on love, let’s start over. I am General Piranus. Have you got a lovely name to go with that lovely little face?”

Harper turned and spit directly in Piranus’ face. His lips drew tight. The last person to spit at his feet was stabbed. Harper planned for this, she wanted to die. No dagger or weapon was drawn though. Piranus took his hand and struck Harper across the cheek. He wiped the spit off and glared at Harper.

“Next time dear, it will be my dagger that goes flying.” Piranus growled. “Now tell me where is the Seeker heading?”

Harper’s jaw quivered, she mustered up all of the anger she could and stared Piranus deep in his eyes. “I don’t know.”

Piranus nodded and got to his feet. He made it seem as though he was going to leave it at that but he drew his sword and turned quickly. The point of the blade pointed at Harper’s chest, he lifted it slightly until it rested flat against the bottom of Harper’s chin.

“One last time, where were the Seeker and his friends heading?”

Harper thought about her mother and remembered the promise she made. She was supposed to find the Seeker, though she did not understand why. Harper had no idea how would escape the D’Harans but she had to try. Harper swallowed.

“South. They mentioned they were heading southwest. I heard them talking when I served them.”

Piranus kept the sword where it was, “Why?”

“That I don’t know, but they talked about leaving as soon as they could to the south. That’s all I know, I swear.”

Piranus snorted and sheathed his sword. “If that is the case then they most certainly went North.”

Harper’s eyes grew wide. “No.” She never was good at lying.

Piranus chuckled and leaned down to Harper taking a hold of her chin. “Leave it to a woman to lie. You have spirit; I think Lord Rahl will like that. Get some sleep love, you have a lot of walking a head of you.”

Harper did not think she would be able to sleep but soon she found herself drifting off to slumber. She did not dream about the strange man but instead she saw the Seeker and the Mother Confessor. They were talking but Harper could not hear voices. She never did hear voices in her dreams. The Seeker looked concerned and the Mother Confessor was favoring her left leg as if she had been injured. The scene changed and there was a strange woman with long auburn hair and a simple straight dress. Her eyes pierced through Harper. The woman’s mouth opened, a shrill scream came in place of words.

Harper’s eyes shot open and she swore she could still hear the echo of the scream. The soldiers were packing up their camp and the first morning’s light was shining through the trees. They didn’t seem to hear what Harper was hearing. She sat up away from the tree. After a moment the echo ceased. Her brow furrowed, she was deeply concerned that she did not dream of the stranger. Harper was counting on his familiar face to comfort her. She supposed the death she witnessed was the last she would see of him. Her heart refused to believe this. Harper still held hope that she would dream of him again.

One taller soldier who kept his helmet on led Harper in the back of the company, she wished she could see his face. It was unsettling to be surrounded by these men, not just because they murdered her mother but also because the helmets made them seem like indestructible monsters. They would yank on the ropes if she did not keep up. Harper would have liked to tie this rope around a certain part of the soldier and give it a few good yanks. It was thoughts like these that made the day bearable. She imagined herself giving them what they deserved.

“Do you treat every woman like this?” Harper scowled as one of the pulls on the rope nearly caused her to fall on her face. “Barbaric.”

The soldier did not respond. Harper scoffed, “Oh yes of course I don’t exist. That’s fine and well. It just means I can sing, since I am nobody. ‘Singing sweetly and completely songs of pleasure and of love, oh me heart is with her all together though I live not where I love.’ “

After a minute of her singing the soldier gave another sharp pull on the rope. “Stop it with that noise.”

Harper scowled, a tear rolled down her cheek as she tried to hide how much her wrists really hurt. “You call it noise I call it music.”

“If you don’t stop I’ll—“

General Parinus rode around to the back of company. “Gavin do we have a problem?”

“No sir.”

Parinus eyed Harper, “Was that you singing?”

Harper shrugged, “I suppose it was.”

Parinus chuckled and looked over to the soldier named Gavin. “How dare you silence such a voice Gavin. Go on love sing, if you think it brings you peace.”

Harper did not respond she just stood there staring a head of her. Parinus’ expression hardened.

“I said, sing girl.”

Harper tilted her head at Parinus and continued to sing, “When I sleep I dream about you when I wake I take no rest, every moment thinking of you my heart dare fixed in your breast.”

Parinus smiled, “That’s better.” he galloped off back to the front of the company. They began moving again and Harper continued singing. She wanted nothing more than to strangle Parinus. Singing was something Harper was good at and enjoyed doing; he was now ripping that joy from her. She would never sing for him on her own free will in a million years.

That night Harper was not tied to a tree instead she placed at the fireside. Her hands were unbound. Her wrists were raw and bleeding but the D’Harans did not care. Parinus ordered her to entertain them with more songs. Harper obliged them.

“Black is the color of my true loves hair, her lips are like some roses fair. She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest of hands. I love the ground, where on she stands.”

She was a spectacle now. Harper wondered how many times she would have to sing for Darken Rahl before he. She tried not to think about it. Parinus walked up behind Harper and touched her hair.

“Pretty little song bird we have. Darken Rahl will be pleased that I found him one with such a voice.”

The men around the fire laughed spitting bits of their food everywhere. Harper couldn’t take it anymore. She stood up and sang a poem she knew would get her killed but she couldn’t sing for these men any longer. At the top of her lungs Harper sang into the night,

“When shadows long or take the day and evils have enslaved us and war and strife and fear halts way, the Seeker then shall save us!”

Parinus growled and struck Harper with his hand sending to toppling to the ground. Again the men laughed. Parinus drew his sword and drove it into the ground inches from Harper’s head.

“We do not welcome those songs my dear. It is songs like those that will cause us to spill some of your blood.”

Harper turned her head to glare up at Parinus.

“Days are dark and hope is lost and times cry ever weaker the springtime dies beneath the frost, ‘cause then shall come the Seeker!” She sang out again in the same loud voice as before. Parinus raised his sword high.

“Darken Rahl will have to deal without a new servant girl.”

Harper watched as Parnius made an attempt to swing at her. Before he could finish the strike an arrow flew out of the darkness and stuck in Parinus’ chest. Everyone watched in surprise for a second. Harper’s eyes widened but she stayed low as another arrow struck Parinus again. This time he collapsed to the ground dead.

The D’Haran soldiers dropped their food plates and reached for their weapons.

“Watch the trees!” One of them cried.

“Over there!” Another one shouted.

A man charged from the darkness of the trees followed by a woman in a dark dress. Harper knew instantly who the two were. It was the Seeker and the Mother Confessor. The Wizard followed after them and a blond woman carrying a bow after him. Harper remained where she was and watched as the battle commenced. The four were outnumbered but the Seeker was fast and very skilled. Harper had never seen anyone move like that before.

Before Harper could blink the Mother Confessor killed a man near her and turned to Harper. “Are you all right?”

Harper’s voice caught in her throat she nodded. The Mother Confessor was skilled with her twin daggers; it was like she was dancing with the blades. Another D’Haran soldier was dead. The blond was a Mord-Sith, and Harper watched in horror at the power of her two Agiels. She had never seen the Mord-Sith in action before. Harper’s mind was swimming over the sudden rescue.

Everything was happening in fragments, nothing flowed properly. Suddenly the Seeker was next to her helping her to stand.

“You’re going to be okay.” He assured her and turned to dispatch a soldier charging their way.

There was one soldier left fighting against the Mord-Sith. She kneed him in the gut and hit him across the head with one of her Agiels. His helmet flew off and the soldier fell into the firelight. It took Harper no more than a split second to recognize the face in the glow of the fire. The Mord-Sith struck him again with her Agiel and he cried out in agony. The Mother Confessor moved around the fire her hand reaching out ready to confess him. Harper’s voice found her and she shouted desperately nearly crying.

“No!”

They all stopped and looked to her in silence. The Seeker tilted his head, “You know him?”

The soldier lifted his head weakly and stared at Harper through the flames, his blue-gray eyes rich and deep just how she had dreamed them. She was staring at the stranger form her dreams. There was no mistake; Harper would recognize that face and those eyes anywhere. She gave a quick glance to the Seeker and nodded.

“Yes and no.”

“Yes and no? Well which is it? You either know him or you don't.” The Mord-Sith asked her grip on her Agiels tightening.

“Its hard to explain but please don’t kill him, or confess him!” Harper turned to the Seeker and grabbed onto his shirt. “Promise me you won’t hurt him.”

“Richard,” The Mord-Sith chided “you’re not going to listen to her are you?”

“Kahlan bind his hands.”

“Of course you are.” The Mord-Sith rolled her eyes and kicked the man in the gut again to which Harper let out a small shriek.

“Cara.”

The Mord-Sith shrugged and put her Agiels away. The stranger coughed and glared over at Richard.

“Do you have a name?” Richard asked.

“Gavin Sawyer.” He spit the blood from his mouth and tried to sit up but Kahlan was tying the ropes around his hands.

Harper looked relieved that this young man named Gavin would not be killed. She couldn’t stand to see him die twice.

“Thank you Seeker.” Harper said taking Richard’s hand.

“One of them got away.” The wizard reported. “He took a horse and fled, no doubt to tell his beloved master Rahl what happened here. “

“Looks like we have a few horses of our own now.” Cara replied.

Richard nodded, “We’ll follow as far as we can tonight and in the morning we’ll figure out what to do with Gavin.”

Kahlan put her hand gently on Harper’s arm it made her jump, “What’s your name?”

“I’m Harper Marowski.”

Kahlan smiled. “You’re safe now Harper, here we’ll have Zedd heal your wrists for you.” She nodded toward the old wizard. Harper had heard of the Mother Confessor’s kindness, and she was everything people said and more. Harper looked once more over to young soldier named Gavin. In every sense of the phrase it was a dream come true.