| This story is an updated version of my first Highlander story ever. I wrote it when I was only sixteen years old, which was about eight years ago, following the death of Werner Stocker. Darius was my favorite character until Methos came unto the scene. He will always have a special place in my heart. |
| Caterine was inside the city which she had been her home for her entire life when the soldiers came. They were much stronger and more equipped then her people, who were doomed to massacre if they did not surrender. Caterine knew this, but could not convince the Elders of her tribe to yield. "Death before dishonor, Caterine." Have you learned nothing in you short life?" Ichubar said. That kind of comment always annoyed Caterine, who was over a hundred and fifty years old, much older than many of these old men who spoke ill of her because of her eternal youth. It was one of the curses of immortality, and she would have to live with it "The General is outside the city, Caterine," The wiseman said matter of factly. He will either attack or wait until we have starved to death." "Let me speak to him, Ichubar." Caterine said. "Why would he not kill you like all the others?" Ichubar said. "I cannot assure you he will not. But thusfar, you have not sent anyone to discuss terms of surrender. That might sit a little differently with the man then a demand for additional territory." "And if it does not?" He said. "Then I too will die." She replied. Next |