25 August 1917:

They say you never hear the shot that kills you, and this was true for one young soldier two weeks into his first tour of duty, it came out of no where as his platoon ran across the waste land that was the large town, with gun in hand they ran from doorway to doorway as the snap of a sniper rifle could be heard picking of the brave young men as they made their way to the church at the end of the street, a street that seemed to be hundreds of miles long. A voice yelled in pain as the bullet imbedded it's self into a soldiers neck. Once more another soldier fell by the side of the last few charged with securing and holding the church.

"Where the hell is he?"

"I don't kn…."

Once more the crack of the sniper took one more victim as the last two ran into the church doorway, as the doors opened one more crack could be heard as he fell hard against the arch, blood poured down his nose as he fell hard to the floor, slowly the long darkness over took him as he laughed silently at the single thought, you never hear the shot that kills you.

With a deep breath he awoke, his eyes opened, but only darkness could be seen, his fingers clawed at the cloth bag in front of his eyes. Finally after what seemed like hours he clawed a small hole in the back just enough to get his fingers threw to rip a small hole just enough for him to get threw. He pulled the black bag off him and stood to his feet shaking, confusion overwhelmed him as he looked around as suddenly a sharp pain rang in his head causing his legs to buckle under the pressure of this never before felt pain.

The door opened as a tall man entered wearing a medics uniform.

"Good your awake, I thought you'd never wake up"

"What? What the Fu…"

"We are in a church… their is no need for that language, we should get you out of here before the others see you, don't worry… I have got a body to be in your place!"

"What the hell is going on? I was shot in the head… right?"

With a slight laugh the strange tall man turned from a table and threw him some clothes as he spoke.

"I take it this is your first death… well lets begin at the start shall we?"

"First DEATH?"

"Your immortal soldier… we have a lot to talk about, but first we should get you out of here"

"Immor… no first you tell me what the FU… what is happening to me?"

"You're Immortal soldier, from what I think we have around ten minutes before your commanding officer comes bounding in here"

Moments later both the soldier and tall man slipped out of the church in German uniforms, hoping to get as far away from battlefield as possible, and their way out of war zone the tall man explained everything to him, what he was and how he could it to his own advantage.

After escaping from the church and battle zone the soldier stopped and looked at the tall man, confusion in his face at the story, immortality was a story of legends, it wasn't real. Yet here he stood, not too long ago a sniper bullet lodged into his head yet now not even a slight pain.

"So all I have to do to survive is use the sword? No problem I was fencing champion at Cambridge University"

"That won't do you any good. Most immortals have been doing this for centuries, I'm over 320 years old myself"

With shock the young soldier turned and looked directly into his eyes.

"What? How long will we live?"

"If you keep your head? Forever"

A slight smile crept over his face as they continued to move further and further away from the church and battle field.

Eventually they reached shores of England as both tired immortals made their way off the ship and onto the docks.

"We'll have you trained right away, others are out their"

With a nod the young soldier smiled and followed the Immortal who was to be his new teacher.

Present Day:

The four hundred year old immortal Duncan MacLeod sat looking out over the crystal mountains of Colorado with a content smile the morning sun rose in the sky as the cool winds blew off the mountains as he sat back on the porch of the log cabin, it was the last place on the face of the planet that he could sit back and relax as the game passed him by. He had come back too this place a few times in the last 50 years, each time he left the cabin to himself under the name of his own son.

For what seemed like the longest time he had simply sat and read his book, it must have been the third time he read it, it was a book stolen years earlier from the library of "The Watchers" it was part of the story of an old immortal and his friend Darius, he was studying it to find anyway of stopping the watchers whom interfered in his life for far too long. He had almost come to the end of the book as his eyes began dart around him as the altogether familiar sense of another immortal nearby, quickly he grabbed his sword from his side and rolled off his chair as a heavy blade passed threw the wooden frame, quickly jumping too his feet he blocked the second blow from the heavy sword and pushed it away. His eyes fell on the young woman facing him as he stepped back slowly in an attempt to give himself more room too fight.

Confusion over came her as she lowered her blade slightly in shock.

"Who the hell are you? Where is Duncan Macleod?"

"You're looking at him miss, and who the hell are you?"

"Jenna Minoa, You're not Duncan Macleod, I've been tracking him for years since he killed my husband 50 years ago"

Raising his voice slightly and keeping his sword ready too deflect his tone was one of pure annoyance at the arrogance of this woman.

"I AM Duncan Macleod Miss… And, I've never seen you before in my life. Now if you will please leave my in piece I have a lot of work to do, unless you wish to use that sword, but I would recommend against it"

With a heavy sigh she lowered her sword and placed it on the wooden deck as Macleod lowered his deadly ancient weapon and rested it by his side. With his left arm extended his motioned for her to sit, as pulled another chair to sit on.

"I don't know what your talking about Jenna, I can honestly I've never seen you before… tell me what happened?"

As he offered her a drink she began to recite her tale of immortality, love, betrayal and this other Duncan Macleod, his eyes began burn as he listened too her tale. Some one out there had began too use his name too hunt immortals? Let alone taking students then eventually taking his student's head.

"Tell me everything about this… Duncan Macleod Jenna, tell me everything you know"