In the shadows of history, beyond the reach of mortal eyes, the Immortals have waged their secret wars, bound by the sacred code: *There can be only one*. "Eternal Duel: Untold Chronicles of the Immortals" brings to light the hitherto unseen sagas o...
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Note: The character Felicia Martens appeared in the Highlander TV series episode Free Fall. She was the villain in that episode and was defeated at the end, though not killed. Her fate afterwards was unknown, so in this story I decided to fill in the gap.
Starring SolesOfWonder once again with Hannah and Sarah.
Hannah's Perspective
The crisp night air swirled fallen leaves around my boots as I strode through the deserted city streets. My long coat billowed behind me, the comforting weight of my sword resting against my hip. After centuries, that sword had become an extension of my being, as much a part of me as the blood pumping through my immortal veins.
I could feel her out there in the shadows, watching, waiting. Felicia. Once known as Felicia Martins before her ignominious defeat at the hands of Duncan MacLeod decades ago. Now reborn with anew but the same old thirst for power and vengeance.
Our kind were drawn to each other like moths to a flame, destined to dance a deadly waltz until only one remained. I had hoped Felicia would have the sense to stay away after her brush with true death, but word of her return and the rumors swirling about her involvement with Sarah had reached my ears. Sarah, my greatest love and bitterest rival, spinning her webs across the centuries.
I rounded a corner, senses alert. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled. She was close now. I could feel the thrum of her presence like an electric current.
"Well met, Helena." Her voice rang out from the rooftop above, using the name I hadn't gone by since the days of Roman arenas. "Or do you prefer Hannah now?"
I looked up to see Felicia perched on the ledge, sword already in hand, a feral grin on her scarred face. She leapt down, landing catlike on the pavement.
"I prefer the company of those not foolish enough to challenge me," I replied evenly, hand resting on my sword hilt. "Walk away, Felicia. While you still can."
She laughed, a harsh bark. "Still so arrogant after all these years. You underestimate me."
"And you overestimate yourself," I shot back. "MacLeod should have been lesson enough in that regard."
Her face contorted in rage at the mention of her defeat. With a snarl, she lunged forward, blade flashing. I met her with the ring of steel on steel, parrying her wild strikes with precise economy of motion.
We danced back and forth, blades singing their deadly song. But I could see the desperation in her eyes, the reckless need to prove herself. It made her sloppy, left her open. With a deft twist of my wrist, I sent her sword skittering across the pavement.
Before she could react, the cold edge of my blade kissed her throat. Felicia went rigid, pulse hammering against my steel.
"Yield," I commanded. A part of me wanted to end it there, to grant her the finality she clearly craved. But a larger part, the part that had known love and loss across lifetimes, made me hesitate. "Your life is forfeit, but I grant you this one mercy. Leave this place, leave this path. Or next time, my blade will not stop."
