Duncan's nightmare
Duncan MacLeod found himself standing in a dark corridor. Looking down at himself, he noticed that he was clothed in the typical Scottish dress, which had his clan's colours. In his right hand he held the family sword of the Clan MacLeod.
He turned but saw only darkness behind him. Not seeing any other alternative, he decided to follow the corridor. He had walked for a time that felt like eternity to him, as he suddenly saw light in front of him.
The moment he reached it, he found himself standing in an illuminated white room with white walls and a white pedestrian, where he noticed the figure of a man sitting with his back to him. The man had dark short hair and was clothed in a white robe.
"I'm Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod," Duncan introduced himself. "Where am I?"
When he didn't get an answer, Duncan surrounded the pedestal until he stood in front of the man, and found himself looking into Methos' face; Methos' face but not really Methos' face, he corrected himself as he got a closer look. The eyes, which were looking back at him, were burning in an almost alien gold fire, and apparently belonged to a total stranger; they reflected nothing human, instead Duncan felt himself overwhelmed by eternity.
As he finally managed to detach himself from the golden eyes, he also noticed that Methos held his hands together in front of his body, palms open. When Duncan got a better look, he saw that Methos hold an hourglass in his hands, which was filled with black sand.
"Time is running out, Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod," MacLeod suddenly heard Methos voice, which lacked any human feeling, whisper.
"What?" Duncan wanted to ask in confusion but was interrupted by an evil laughter, which came from his right side. "And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth," he then heard a cold but somehow amused voice, which sounded familiar, intone.
At the same time, the former white walls around him turned red, and then showed cities and people of the ancient past. Duncan witnessed ancient cities being built and destroyed, saw Empires rise and fall, centuries pass by while the black sand of the hourglass floated down.
Then, the voice-owner stepped into the room, it was Kronos. He grinned evilly at Duncan. "You are dead," Duncan shouted aghast, not believing his eyes. "I killed you."
"Yes, you killed me, Highlander. And now I continue to live inside you until my brother takes your head, and we are united again...Then, the Horsemen will ride again." He grinned as he stepped closer to Methos.
Caressing his brother's face with one hand, his grin softened. "You were always my favourite brother, Methos". Out of nowhere, suddenly a black goblet appeared in Kronos' hands. He smiled back at MacLeod and then offered it to Methos. "Drink my brother, and join me again. Together we will rule the world."
Duncan watched in horror as Methos smiled and then took the goblet in his hand to drink. The moment he finished and lowered the goblet, Duncan noticed something red at Methos' mouth – blood. Seeing Duncan's confusion and fear, Methos smiled directly into Duncan's eyes, and Duncan watched Methos' face change: it was suddenly printed in blue and for a moment Duncan had the impression of a skull instead of a face.
"No," he shouted in rising panic, "you changed, you are no longer that man."
"Duncan MacLeod, you fool," he heard Methos laugh coldly, "I change between good and bad, I always did and always will do... And what is evil, who defines it? You?" Methos asked mockingly and then continued, "I always go with the winner, Duncan, and your time is over. There is no place for heroes any longer, only for survivors."
Duncan stared at the other; he couldn't believe what he heard. He wanted to go to Methos and shake some sense into the other, but suddenly heard the laughter of two men coming from behind his back. Turning around, he found himself confronted with Silas and Caspian, who both smiled evilly at him.
"We ride?" Duncan heard Silas ask as he attacked him simultaneously with Caspian.
"Yes, we ride" he heard Methos' deadly whisper.
Duncan had now no longer time to look at the ancient, instead he was forced to focus completely on his two attackers. He barley managed to parry Silas axe as Caspian attacked him at the same time with his sword. Jumping down at the floor, and getting to his feed again in one single move, he now had both men at the same side. Without hesitation, Duncan attacked Silas while he at the same time dodged Caspian's blow. Slicing Silas' throat open with one forceful blow, Duncan continued in his movement and managed to ram his sword through Caspian. Stepping back and pulling the sword out of the body, he then raised the sword again and beheaded Caspian.
Duncan turned to also finish Silas as he suddenly felt burning pain. Looking down at his body in disbelief, he noticed Methos' Ivanhoe sticking out of his chest. Duncan felt his body weaken and he heard his sword shutter to the floor, as he no longer had the power to hold it. Then, he felt himself falling.
Lying on the floor, he stared in shock at the face that looked down at him – it was Methos' cold face. "Why?" Duncan managed to whisper as he felt his live being drawn out of him.
"Because there can only be one...Goodbye, you fool."
Duncan could only lay and stare in horror and shock as Methos grinned evilly at him, then pulled Duncan's own sword, raised it, and...
...Duncan screamed and woke up in his bed. Next to him sat Amanda who was shaking his shoulder.
"Duncan, wake up," he heard her reassuring voice, "You had a nightmare."
