They say that the sacred place doesn't stay empty for a long time. Guess
what? The same rule applies for the unholy one! Whenever a bad guy got
eradicated somewhere there will be always someone willing to take his
place. It is only a matter of time really. Sometimes it happens fast,
sometimes it happens a little bit slower, but usually it happens very fast!
Do not ask me how or why it just happens. The end of story. But at the same
time - the beginning of a new one. The beginning of the story of what
happens next...
Somewhere in Middle Earth...
Kronos smiled, the four of them were in the middle of a huge field, field of grass, without any signs of civilization around... "I knew you won't like it" – he said a moment later, still smiling.
"You know me too well, ..."- followed brief reply. '...too well to keep you alive'-Methos finished the sentence in his head. Well on the good side of situation at least he knew how to come back, because guess what... he did it before...
The four of them slowly continued to scan their surroundings, not that it was much to scan anyway in the plain, never ending grass field, but when you have at least 4 thousand years of experience behind your shoulders, you just ought to know that even simple things are usually much more than they seem at first, especially when your head depends on it.
Silas obviously liked it. He felt here like at home. He liked the breeze, he liked sky, he liked the air, he liked the grass... the grass... Silas slowly kneeled on one leg and very gently, for a man of his stature, touched the footprint on the ground. "Well I guess this place has horses after all" – he said with the smile on his face "And they are shoed" he added a moment later.
"Then it just has to have women as well"- someone said from behind of him back with an evil grin on his face.
"And women it has..." – Methos whispered to himself. Because the place they were, were infamous Peleanor Fields – the very heart of the human kingdom of Middle Earth – The Gondor. And The Death knew it better than anyone else of the four of them...
Somewhere in Middle Earth...
Kronos smiled, the four of them were in the middle of a huge field, field of grass, without any signs of civilization around... "I knew you won't like it" – he said a moment later, still smiling.
"You know me too well, ..."- followed brief reply. '...too well to keep you alive'-Methos finished the sentence in his head. Well on the good side of situation at least he knew how to come back, because guess what... he did it before...
The four of them slowly continued to scan their surroundings, not that it was much to scan anyway in the plain, never ending grass field, but when you have at least 4 thousand years of experience behind your shoulders, you just ought to know that even simple things are usually much more than they seem at first, especially when your head depends on it.
Silas obviously liked it. He felt here like at home. He liked the breeze, he liked sky, he liked the air, he liked the grass... the grass... Silas slowly kneeled on one leg and very gently, for a man of his stature, touched the footprint on the ground. "Well I guess this place has horses after all" – he said with the smile on his face "And they are shoed" he added a moment later.
"Then it just has to have women as well"- someone said from behind of him back with an evil grin on his face.
"And women it has..." – Methos whispered to himself. Because the place they were, were infamous Peleanor Fields – the very heart of the human kingdom of Middle Earth – The Gondor. And The Death knew it better than anyone else of the four of them...