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Chapter 9
I saw smoke come from the camp fires. I smelled meat roasting. I saw the routine of life there .I felt the resentment and the need for revenge cursing thru my blood. I kicked the mare I called raven and screamed a war cry and started slashing at the tents. I cut one of the warrior's legs and blood spurted out of his thigh. I knew from the hunt that he was hamstrung .With that thought I slashed his thought without a second glance. I charged on thru the camp seeing woman and children in front of me .It gave me a sense of power ,even greater than a god. I set the camp on fire; I could smell the singed flesh as women and children burned. I slashed blindly at the men, women, and children-I didn't care. I don't know how many I killed just that I did, and I liked it. Suddenly I felt arrows in my back, I fell off the steed and I felt the life draining out of me -I thought with my dying breath was this finally oblivion? I awoke again wondering as I gasped for air ,seeing the world as I had left it .Is what the vision ment that I could never die?Could that be true. I thought of the vision -had said thousand life times. Very good methos two down nine hundred nighty eight to go. Have to be more careful.
Chapter 10
I don't know how long I traveled after my second death. Was I running away or towards something? I was traveling south -hunting as I went. The climate was getting warmer. I was further from my people than I ever had been. The seasons changed and ran into each other. I had no concept of time -just the aching in my heart for Nairobi and my mother, knowing I could never see her again. If I ran into people I either killed them or avoided them it really depended on my whim. I started noticing that people were not really nomadic anymore. They were building huts and working the earth and tending wild oxen. Some people discovered the horse. The current grey I rode had just left me and I was in need of another mount.I traveled about a moon of time by foot before discovering the village.
I saw women and children. The children were playing by a river. The men working in the fields and I saw horses. I walked into the village went by some of the beasts grazing in the field. I was in the process of picking one out when I glanced up and saw her again. A woman with the aura of beauty and raven hair. I felt the air come out of my lungs. Who was this creature I wondered? Was it my true love returned to me? I approached her, as she spotted me, she screamed and ran into the center of the huts alerting all the men. Before I could escape I was surrounded by the men of this hut clan. I must have been a sight in animal skins and mud .A large man and four shorter ones surrounded me with what looked like longer and more powerful daggers. They spoke a tounge I did not understand. I had no desire for another death. So I stopped and pointed at myself saying "methos son of mirium."Appartently the big man wasn't impressed for he contemplated me for a second before he plunged his weapon into my heart-as I felt myself dying -thinking im not liking this dying procees s-it felt pretty real every time. As I sputtered awake I found my self tied to apier of logs it looked as if I was going to be the main course. I uttered a piercing cry -which to my surprise made every man woman and child drop to the ground. After the initial shock they couldn't wait to release me. They chanted incantations at me. While they were spewing there spells I pointed at the woman I had wanted to meet. The men shoved her toward me -I'm not sure if it was for an offering or an appeasement. I could see her trembling and prone in front of me. I gently cupped her face into my hands and saw green eyes instead of violet -I was presently disappointed.Then she spoke though I did not understand the words I heard the voice -It brought back memories of my love. I had no choice but to claim this woman. As the days passed I was given mty every whim. As the weeks passed the people became less wary. I guess they thought I was a good god and not a demon. The people adopted me .Moons passed I learned they're language and customs Her name was Delilah .Her peoples legend said one day a man will come among you die and be reborn, he would be the champion of the people. That was the promise of their god.
Chapter 11
I learned from the time spent that these people were the Hebrews and they believed in Abraham - a masculine god. I was skeptical of that. I also learned they have been in adispute with a people to they're north called the philistines, over land and beliefs. I lived with Delilah and her people -we were joined as a betrothed couple. It felt like the sembalance of the old life .I can now barley remembers. I was content. As the summer waned into fall the trouble with the philistines erupted. I was watching Delilha take the sheep to the upper pastures --All of a sudden my head felt as though it would explode, as I fell to my knees wincing in pain. I saw this gaint on a black stallion charge Delilah and cut her with a sword as she fell to the ground I reacted with a sling fell his mount and unseating him.As he got up and faced me he bellowed I am Gorgan who dares challenge me .I am Methos using my ancient peoples name for me. I managed to pick up a stone and fling it at him. It hit him in the head and dropped him like a stone. I raced up the short distance and saw his broad sowrd. Knowing by some instict that I needed to kill him. I awkwardly took the sword in my hands. I slashed with a rather clumsy blow severing his head from his body. As I watched in awe his head roll from his body down the hill. Nothing in my natural life prepared me for what happened next.
Chapter 12
The sky darkened lightning cursed through my body. It engulfed me hurled me through the air. I felt ancient ghost's urround me. I heard the whisper on the wind becoming louder. Theyre was an echo in my brain telling me you are immortal you are in the game feel my power through the ages you can not die unless your head leaves your body. You will live thru the ages many lives many faces. You will meet others they will want your head to receive the prize. Never fight on holy ground or you will destroy the world. As quickly as it came, it left -I shook my head wondering what was real and what was not. Again I wondered what it all meant p-when I remember Delilha, I ran up to her body when again a mastive pain hit my body - I grimaced in pain. As I reached her she was sputtering her first breath after death. I realized then she was like me ……… immortal.
