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Spartoi by Pollyanna (G)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Robert/Gina, Duncan/OFC
Length: 3818
Author on LJ: not known
Author Website: AO3 website
Why this must be read: This is a Gathering fic and there are Character Deaths as a warning. I like this because for all that it is a Gathering fic, it is not overly angsty. The Gathering comes and Duncan fights. And in the end, he finds out what the Quickening is and what the "Prize" is. Pollyanna uses sparse words to describe the Gathering and what it's like for Duncan as he makes his way through it all. And the epilogue has a nice little surprise, which I won't spoil.
They fought with swords and axes, with mind and spirit. It seemed he wrenched their heads away with the sheer determination of his will. He killed enemies, vanquished unknown Immortals and murdered friends. No difference now, all he could see was the coruscation of their Quickenings. There came a battle where the light seemed more beautiful than any he had seen before. It twisted and teased, seeming to dance away just when he thought he had it trapped. He attacked, it slipped to one side. He feinted, it matched him. He lunged, it parried, but this time he followed through, and there was the physical thud of a head hitting the ground. In one of the increasingly rare moments of clarity he looked down in curiosity and then crashed to his knees, picking up the head and cradling it like a baby as he sobbed. The bright eyes were dimmed, the silken hair was smeared with blood, the impish features were still, and she would never gladden his heart again. But when the Quickening settled and the next light came towards him, he was ready to fight. So it continued. Neither emotions nor exhaustion seemed to be able to touch him for long, all he could hear was the song of the Gathering.
Spartoi can be found here
Pairing: Robert/Gina, Duncan/OFC
Length: 3818
Author on LJ: not known
Author Website: AO3 website
Why this must be read: This is a Gathering fic and there are Character Deaths as a warning. I like this because for all that it is a Gathering fic, it is not overly angsty. The Gathering comes and Duncan fights. And in the end, he finds out what the Quickening is and what the "Prize" is. Pollyanna uses sparse words to describe the Gathering and what it's like for Duncan as he makes his way through it all. And the epilogue has a nice little surprise, which I won't spoil.
They fought with swords and axes, with mind and spirit. It seemed he wrenched their heads away with the sheer determination of his will. He killed enemies, vanquished unknown Immortals and murdered friends. No difference now, all he could see was the coruscation of their Quickenings. There came a battle where the light seemed more beautiful than any he had seen before. It twisted and teased, seeming to dance away just when he thought he had it trapped. He attacked, it slipped to one side. He feinted, it matched him. He lunged, it parried, but this time he followed through, and there was the physical thud of a head hitting the ground. In one of the increasingly rare moments of clarity he looked down in curiosity and then crashed to his knees, picking up the head and cradling it like a baby as he sobbed. The bright eyes were dimmed, the silken hair was smeared with blood, the impish features were still, and she would never gladden his heart again. But when the Quickening settled and the next light came towards him, he was ready to fight. So it continued. Neither emotions nor exhaustion seemed to be able to touch him for long, all he could hear was the song of the Gathering.
Spartoi can be found here
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