Endure, by Hmpf (not rated, probably PG-13)

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Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: None
Author on LJ: hmpf
Author Website: Hmpf's Fan Fiction

Why this must be read: This is probably one of the most unique pieces of HL fiction I've ever read. It's dark, bleak and seriously atmospheric, set in a dystopic future and everything from the formatting to the language works to put the reader squarely inside the world of the story. It's Methos, the survivor, distilled to his most essential form. And it's very well done. To tell you more would be to spoil the experience.



At last, the parade of years and faces draws to an end and fades into one last face and one last day. Mild golden afternoon lies languidly on wildly tangled grass. In a patch of gently swaying flowers that stand almost as high as his head, a man is sitting with a book on his knees. Although time has not left its telltale lines on his face, nor turned the dark hair to silver, there is no mistaking him for anything but what he is: a creature of immense age. Profoundly at ease, at home at any time, any place, he is as much a part of the garden as the grass, yet at the same time detached as the wind that moves the leaves. He is rooted, not in the soil of this garden, nor of this planet, but in life itself, a part of the unending stream of its manifold manifestations almost since the beginning of history --

Endure