Disclaimer: I don't own the Highlander universe, much to my dismay
A/N: This was written in response to a prompt: Author's choice, author's choice,
" But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bold) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet – here's no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat and snicker,
And in short I was afraid." (TS Eliot)
What do you fear?
He spent a lifetime or more searching for his lost brother, and in the search for their elder, the younger ones fell by the wayside.
He spent a lifetime or more conquering kingdom after kingdom and making of himself a beacon that his lost brothers might find him. But none of them did.
He spent a lifetime or more in a monastery, searching for faith in a greater being, a being greater than he had been, than his brothers had been, than they had been as a foursome, riding across the land. He wept and fasted, he rent his clothes and screamed to the heavens and moaned at the pits of hell, and found no one to listen in either place.
His brothers were gone and he was alone.
He had had fame and power, family and followers. It had seemed infinite and yet it had flickered and gone out in a moment.
He was no prophet. He didn't see the world in the life of the animals as Silas did. He didn't see the future in the writings of the scholars as Methos did. He didn't see the spirits in the voices in his head as Caspian did.
He was no prophet but still he saw his own death coming ever closer. It was coming for him and he would have no company in that long dark ending.
He shivered in cold and fear at the thought of being ushered out of this world. He covered the fear in rage, wrapped himself in obsession. He was the end of the world, and if he would die, he would send the whole world to await him in the dark.
And maybe, if he sent so many into that black abyss, it might fill and no longer yawn before him as a darkness waiting for him to fall.
And maybe, if he had his brothers with him once more, they would shine so brightly that they would light the whole world on fire, chasing away every shadow, leaving nothing to fear.
Maybe, maybe something might someday be enough to stop the fear.
Even as he stalked the nights, armed and dangerous, Kronos shivered in fear.