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The Chains That Bind by Verin Haley (PG-13)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: none
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: Holy Ground
Why this must be read:
Kronos' POV of "Comes A Horseman" and "Revelation 6:8", this is another story that takes the ideas most people have of the Horsemen and completely turns them upside-down. Through Kronos' warped mind, which is brilliantly done, we see that Methos is not the one running and trying to escape his past, Kronos is.
Kronos smiled bitterly. Every time he had found the strength to leave, for a year or fifty, Methos had found him. It was inevitable. As surely as the sun rose, Methos found him. It was their cycle, he mused. Kronos shone with Methos, then fled for the darkness. Every star craves the night, every star wants to fill the nothing, but only Methos did. Methos, the blinding sun, he thought with envious scorn. Every action they took, every gain made, was his. He claimed to disdain the power Kronos lived for, but the dark, joyful gleam in Methos' eye when he bested his brothers with his intelligence, or planned the perfect raid, showed Kronos how wrong that declaration was. Methos might not care for physical domination, as Caspian had, but only because his battle ground was more treacherous by far: the mind. Kronos studied that mind, and the traps it wove, for his entire existence. If I could best that mind, he knew, I would be free of him.
The Chains That Bind
Pairing: none
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: Holy Ground
Why this must be read:
Kronos' POV of "Comes A Horseman" and "Revelation 6:8", this is another story that takes the ideas most people have of the Horsemen and completely turns them upside-down. Through Kronos' warped mind, which is brilliantly done, we see that Methos is not the one running and trying to escape his past, Kronos is.
Kronos smiled bitterly. Every time he had found the strength to leave, for a year or fifty, Methos had found him. It was inevitable. As surely as the sun rose, Methos found him. It was their cycle, he mused. Kronos shone with Methos, then fled for the darkness. Every star craves the night, every star wants to fill the nothing, but only Methos did. Methos, the blinding sun, he thought with envious scorn. Every action they took, every gain made, was his. He claimed to disdain the power Kronos lived for, but the dark, joyful gleam in Methos' eye when he bested his brothers with his intelligence, or planned the perfect raid, showed Kronos how wrong that declaration was. Methos might not care for physical domination, as Caspian had, but only because his battle ground was more treacherous by far: the mind. Kronos studied that mind, and the traps it wove, for his entire existence. If I could best that mind, he knew, I would be free of him.
The Chains That Bind