Sanus Desert. 2,027 Years Ago.

(Y/N) POV

With the sudden arrival of rain both Methos and Tak Ne had set up a makeshift tent for the three of us to keep dry. I was cautious of them and their intentions having taken me into the desert while I was a corpse. But given the information that these men had of my condition, coupled with my inability to find my way back, I was given no choice but to accompany them. "So I'm immortal," I said to the two men. "How in the gods' name did it happen?"

"Well, why does the Sun come up?" Tak Ne asked. "Or are the stars just pinholes in the curtain of night? No one really knows."

"We do know one thing," said Methos. "Because you were born different men will fear you and try to drive you away. It happened to us when we first died, and it would have most certainly happened to you had we not taken your body."

I opened my right hand then squeezed so that my nails broke the skin on my palm. I opened it to see the bit of blood that had gathered. Then, a faint glow came from beneath the blood, and when I wiped it away my hand way unscathed. "So I can't go back."

"No," Tak Ne said. "But even if you could would you really want to? As you are now you are free. Do you wish to return to a life of servitude?"

"No," I answered. "I just found out that I can't die. I don't know what to do from here."

"First you must learn to conceal your special gift," Methos said. "You must better yourself in the ways of combat if you have any hope of surviving the Game."

"The Game?" I asked.

"It is the conflict which all Immortals are tied to," Tak Ne said. "We face one another in duels to the death."

"I thought we couldn't die," I said.

"There is one way we can die," Methos said. "If your head comes off your shoulders there is no coming back. And when you take an Immortal's head you take their Quickening, and from it you gain their knowledge and power. You will continue to fight other Immortals for the sake of your survival with the hope of reaching the time of the Gathering."

The event that Methos spoke of resonated with my inner being as if there was a magic behind his words. "What gathering?"

"When only a few of us remain we will feel an irresistible pull to a faraway land," Methos answered. "There we will fight until the last. The winner will receive the Prize, an unimaginable power capable of changing the world by the whim of who possesses it."

"But why are you helping me?" I asked. "You could just take my head now."

"It's the responsibility of Immortals to train those who recently awoken their immortality to take part in the Game," Tak Ne said. "As we had teachers who taught us it is our duty to teach others. Perhaps one day you will train someone."

"But that's not the only reason," Methos added. "We sought you out because the Kurgan has taken an interest in you. And after what you did to him he'll want your head more than ever."

"You mean…he's one of us?" I asked in shock.

"The Kurgan is an Immortal of immense power," said Tak Ne. "The savagery inherited by his people have given him the instincts and power to take many heads over the centuries."

"How's anyone supposed to beat him?" I asked.

"With heart, faith, and steel," Tak Ne answered. "In the end there can be only one."

The rain eventually stopped and the sun returned to heat up the sand filled landscape. "You still haven't told me where we're going," said as I mounted a camel.

"We're taking you back home Highlander," said Methos. "Back to the Highlands where you were born."

"And on the way we will teach you how to be a better swordsman," Tak Ne added.

The thought of returning home trouble me. Everyone I had known had been long dead for years so there was no one waiting for me there. But there was also nothing left for me in Vacuo. "Alright," I said as they climbed onto their mounts. "Lead the way."

Present Day

Yang POV

Ruby and I were on an airship taking us home to Patch for break. It had been two days since we, Blake and Weiss came up with the theory about (L/N) and the beheadings only to have it confirmed the next morning. Another victim had been found by the police. This time it was a woman. It was almost as if a higher power had heard our talk that night and set everything in place. The police informed the press that a sword was found on the scene near the body confirming my assumption that the victims were fighting with their killer. As much as I wanted to confront (L/N) again with the others all we could do for the next two weeks is watch how things unfold.