Not my Fault

Fandom: The Immortal Witches' Chronicles with the help of Highlander: The Series.

Rating/Warning: PG - AU -Drama.

Notes: As always, all the theories and facts on this story are solely the product of my imagination, and ideas stolen from around me. There's no intention to offend anybody's beliefs.

This story was inspired by a challenge sent by Marq and Jen. I believe this isn't what you have in mind, but when I started to think what would happen if a PB forced this kind of situation... well, I couldn't help it.

By Claudia Aranda.

First of all, I need to say that it's not my fault, not really. Knowing me as you do, you probably think that I'm lying, but not this time.

What would be the reason for lying now? Here I am. Kanetsidohi. The Tyrannical Boss. Evil Incarnate. On my knees. Awaiting the final blow that would send me to be with my sisters... at least that's what I hope... I haven't been a believer lately and that scares me. Will I be punished because of my lack of trust? because of my lost faith?

But, aside from my fear, I'm disappointed. Is this it?! Is this all there is?! Would Immortals disappear, leaving no one who knew about us? Were our lives just a really huge waste of time?

Ok, granted! There were people who knew and who recorded the lives of some of us, but once all the people on their records had gone away, who would believe them? They don't have reliable proof of our existence. With all the technology of this era, anything could be faked, so if some of them are stupid enough to tell anyone about immortal people fighting with swords and living forever (what a joke!), they would be locked up, as would anyone else with an insane mind that had too much free time for its own good. I can imagine what must be going on among the Watchers right now. Soon their lives would no longer have any meaning. It's so sad that it almost could be funny.

But back to the present. Here I am. Kneeling in front of my executioner. I know these are my last moments on earth, but I'm starting to feel totally at peace. There is still so much to learn, so much to live for, but I don't have any complaints. My life is complete and now it's time to go.

The man takes a swing with his sword. I can see the movement as if I'm experiencing everything in slow motion. My face must have betrayed my inner calmness because suddenly he realizes what he is doing. What would happen once I go. But it's too late. The blow can't be stopped. I can see his eyes fill with pain, as if he were awakening from a sweet dream just to witness a tragedy. I have to close my eyes; my inner peace is gone. My heart aches when I hear his cry of agony. "Noooo!" I'm sorry, brother. I never meant to hurt you.

I'm so proud of you. You are what I always knew you would be. Strong, confident, the best among us. I would love to be part of your journey. I wish I could be by your side to give you love and company through the years to come, but you always knew that there can be only one.

I'm sorry for leaving you like this, brother. I never wanted to leave you alone. I always thought you would go with us. I always thought that the annoying Highlander would be the one. He should be! He started this, he should be the one to stay alone for the rest of eternity. Not you, my beloved brother. You never wanted the prize. Why were you cursed with it?

... I can feel the sword approaching... Goodbye, Kronos! I love you. I always will...

The End