Disclaimer -I do not profit or pretend to own any of the highlander characters and this story is purely from my imagination.

Chapter 6

After the next full moon after Beltane I was dragged to the holy rocks that jutted up to the sky. I saw my lover on the alter painted with the ancient symbols. She lay prone towards the east. I was forcibly dragged; gagged and bound .I was laid out facing the west. We were as we were when we were born. To appease the goddess I suppose. As the high priestess chanted her words echoed in my ears. I must have been drugged for I could do nothing to resist my own death. The embodiment of the goddess chanted to erase my name and hers from the people's memory. She gave our names to the wind never to be spoken again. As I heard the chant it sounded like the wind I stared into my Nairobi's eyes, the wind seemed to promise us eternity together. I remember a dagger entering my chest and seeing my own blood flow from me. The last thing I heard was my mother wailing and Nairobi's gasping last breath and then the world went black.

Chapter 7

I gasped, my lungs burned as air went into them. I rolled over and saw the bluest sky I had ever seen. I looked to my chest and noticed the dried blood. I remember Nairobi, my mother's grief. I screamed in agony. I must be in Summerland -waiting to be reborn. I stood up and saw my lover's body lying like a broken bird. She looked as though she were sleeping, stumbling forward I knew she was dead, I held her in my arms and wept. I wept for all the time we would never have. If sHe was dead and not in Summerland with me then why was I still alive? I slowly came to the realization that I had survived (something that would become a recurring habit) and that I had no people -I was no longer methos son of Miriam -I was now methos of no people. As I grieved for all that was lost I tried to appease the goddess yet again by burring Nairobi in the tribal way and taking her heart and burring it to set her spirit free to Summerland .So someday she would return to me. I sat at her grave for I know not how long till thirst drove me to the river. It finally hit me that I wasn't dead for the dead are never thirsty. I went deep into myself and angry I wanted to inflict the pain on my people like they inflicted on me -Do on to other as they do onto you -I think I invented that rule.

Chapter 8

I wondered the forest, mountains and plains stumbling through survival. Letting my anger fester and grow. I had taken the dagger that was left in my chest and held it close to my heart. It fed my need for revenge .The more I though the more the blood ran cold in my veins. I started heading south towards my former clans wintering grounds. A few moons later I stumbled onto a horse caught in a bog. Normally I would have killed it for meat for the tribe. However I was alone now. I took my leather straps and pulled the mare from the bog. Maybe I did it to get forgiveness from the gods that had abandoned me, or maybe I had an inkling of something more. I saw the possibility of traveling further than on foot. I won't bore you with the details but in about 2 moons I was upon the beast. I reined the beast as I neared the winter encampment and any peace I had found vanished with one glance.