Name: D'Hara High

Author: Alex Gold (Ryzlin)

Fandom: Legend of the Seeker (TV)/Sword of Truth (Books)

Pairing: Too many to list. Mainly Kahlan/Cara

Rating: M

Warnings: None

Summery: AU. Kahlan's the newest student at D'Hara High; now she just has to survive.

Disclaimer: I do not own. What a shame.

Authors note: Yes, it is a high school AU. I couldn't help myself.

Her parents had decided to move, and Kahlan didn't like it. Not only were they moving from Midlands, to the other side of the country, D'Hara; but Kahlan had to move from Midlands High to D'Hara High. The two high schools were sworn enemies. Where most parents and teachers thought it was all a bit of harmless rivalry, Kahlan knew it wasn't. There was a serious hate between the two high schools that had started with their founders. Kahlan didn't know if she would come out of D'Hara High alive.

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D'Hara High was a tall school in the middle of the city. Seven stories high, it went up, rather than out. Kahlan was use to a spread out campus interrupted frequently by landscaping masterpieces. Almost all of D'Hara High was covered. Aside from the various sports fields, there was only one grassed area; the Garden of Life. Considering the school was mostly one large building, Kahlan found it quite hard to navigate. It took her half an hour to find the main office. She was glad she had come in early; but now, after being assigned a home room and her schedule, Kahlan had no idea where to go. She was about to leave and try her luck at wandering around when the door opened and a large man walked in. He was smiling slightly at nothing, rather just happy in general. His smile turned into grin at Kahlan when he noticed her.

He held out a hand. "Hi, I'm Richard Cypher."

Kahlan shifted her books under one arm and shook Richard's hand.

"Kahlan Amnell."

Richard was a head and a half taller than her with broad shoulders and piercing green eyes. His hair fell about his ears scruffily and the beginning of a beard graced the side of his face and his chin. Richard wore loose jeans and a leaf green jumper. An earth brown t-shirt peeked out messily. Though Richard was a good looking man, it was clear that he didn't care that much about looking good.

"Welcome to D'Hara High. What brings you here?"

Kahlan smiled at him.

"My parents moved to D'Hara for work and this is the best school in the area. No offense, but I'd rather not be here."

"None taken, I didn't want to come here either. Don't worry though, it's not all bad. Give me a moment to talk to the office ladies and I can show you around if you like."

"I'd like that. I don't know how I'm meant to find my way around otherwise."

Richard laughed. "It has that effect on everybody."

xxxxx

Kahlan had made it though three classes before getting lost. Richard had been in those three classes, but now he was headed to the bottom floor for gym. That was one of the weirder things about D'Hara High. Gym classes and all sports were split into gender. The school was entered into no unisex competitions, and unless you were practicing your own sport, you couldn't be near the opposite gender practicing theirs (that had been in the rule book Kahlan had been given, a literal rule book. It weighed a ton!).

First had been English, taught by Sister Verna Sauventreen. Kahlan had no idea what a sister was doing teaching at D'Hara high, but here she was. Sister Verna was a good teacher, she knew what she taught, which was more than Kahlan could say about her calculus teacher, one Narev. There was nothing to like about Narev, he was arrogant, annoying and never seemed to get sick of hearing his own voice even though everyone else did. Kahlan had taken an instant dislike to him and noticed that she wasn't the only one. Chemistry was taught by Professor Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander. A wiry old man with long silver hair. He was incredibly enthusiastic about his subject, but Kahlan did notice a tendency of his to go off topic.

But now she was lost, Kahlan was trying to find her way to her High D'Haran class. High D'Haran hadn't been an option at Midlands High and Kahlan had always found languages easy to learn. Her parents had been proud, thinking that she was embracing the D'Haran culture. She wasn't really, it just sounded interesting. Kahlan released a frustrated sigh and spun around, finding herself almost face to face with another girl. The girl leaned with her shoulder on a wall of metal lockers, her head tilted to the side. She straightened up, picking a worn bag off the floor. She was shorter that Kahlan by an inch, maybe more. Wavy brown hair was pulled into a loose plait that reached her tail bone and blue eyes watched her carefully. She wore tight brown leather pants that didn't leave much to the imagination and a white satin blouse that accentuated her curves, not that Kahlan thought the girl really needed it. A smirk curled over her lips, not nasty, but amused at Kahlan's obvious frustration. There was something very familiar about her.

"You look a bit lost, love. Where are you meant to be heading?"

"High D'Haran with Mr. Warren."

The girl's smirk turned into a predatory grin.

"Now isn't that just a lovely coincidence. So am I. The name's Berdine, I'll show you where to go."

xxxxx

Berdine had known who the girl was the moment she set her eyes on her. Not her name, but that wasn't important. Pale skin sprinkled with freckles, long dark brunette hair and piercing blue eyes. It brought back memories of inter-school debates. For the last three years, Berdine had stared at that girl while debating against Midlands High and that was interesting. No one transferred from Midlands High to D'Hara High or vise versa; it could be a death sentence. Berdine doubted anyone else would know where the girl had come from, but she had that knowledge now. Berdine liked knowing things no one else did. Now, what to do with that tasty tidbit?