Author's note: I do not claim to own any of the rights to the Highlander Franchise. This is merely a fanfiction, and I am receiving no money for writing it. The only thing I own are the characters created specifically for this story. Thank you.
Prologue
"You're going to die, MacLeod," said Methos as he stood over his fallen opponent. "Accept it."
A bloody and badly beaten Duncan MacLeod was on his hands and knees in front of his attacker. "You haven't won yet," said Duncan in a raspy voice that displayed his obvious pain. "You aren't the last."
"That may be true," commented Methos. "But it's not something you really need to worry about now, is it?"
"After all that we've been through, it ends like this?" asked Duncan as he looked up at Methos.
"It ends like this," said Methos as he raised his sword. "After all, there can be only One."
With that he brought his sword down and beheaded Duncan effortlessly. A figure in the darkness stepped back so as to allow Methos his moment of Quickening. She smiled at the awesome power that was surging into his very being. They were now the two most powerful Immortals in the history of the Game. The Kurgan and Jacob Kell paled in comparison to the two of them. When the Quickening had ended, Methos dropped his sword and fell to his knees, breathless. Kiar stepped out from the darkness to help Methos up to his feet.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" she asked.
"Yes, I did," replied Methos a little smugly. "Are you all set for the finale?"
"I am," she answered. "Are you sure you want to do this now?"
"No time like the present, love. Besides, if we wait we run the risk of another Immortal being born. The Game ends tonight."
"I always knew it would come down to the two of us. There was never any doubt in my mind."
Methos smiled at her and took her hand in his. "No matter the outcome," he said. "I love you."
Kiar pulled her hand from Methos's and brought it up to rest upon his cheek. "I have loved you since the first time we met," she said to him. "What must happen tonight will not change anything."
"I know," said Methos as he put his hand over hers. "But this is the way it must be."
Kiar gave Methos a loving kiss on the lips that seemed to last an eternity. When at last their kiss ended, she looked at him with sad eyes. "Goodbye, my love," she said to him as she withdrew from his embrace.
Methos gave her a weak smile and then knelt down to pick up his fallen sword. "Are you ready?"
"I am," said Kiar as she drew her sword. "There can be only One."
"Sadly yes," agreed Methos. "There can be only One. And tonight we learn who that is."
To be continued…