 
| And then Duncan breathed.
Here it comes. Nerissa's body crumpled to the mud and Duncan felt a wind pick up. This had hapened before. But it never came easy. Thoughts racing through his mind, Immortal heart pounding and guiding, his blood chanting a litany... Now the pain come, now, crash to the earth as the wind rises, feel the shock of your knees against the earth... This is your destiny, this is our gift... Now! Feel it, raise your sword above your head and catch it, feel the crackle in the air, the sparks that fly as the air heats and explodes around you... The gift must be hidden, but do not be ashamed; you are Immortal. It is Nerissa who lies before you, remember her name, it is she who has passed his[her] part of th gift to you, take it! Somewhere in the world not ten feet away Khordas was turning, Khordas was shrieking in horror, and Connor was sending him into the wall of flame. Pockets of gunpowder and fuses caught and ignited and an Immortal was screaming, raging, burning, and Duncan was lost in the moment. Feel the pain and pleasure, do not fight, for this is what you are... Feel your mouth open and cry out in pain, feel the dust in the wind swirl around you and rub your skin raw, feel the lightning... The lightning will speak to you as it burns through you, remember the name of the presence you have consimed, for she is part of you, and will go on with her... Feel your shirt catch fire and smoke, to be sniffed by the ravaging wind, feel the blood pound, this is the gift! Arc of lightning lit through Duncan's hands, fusing his fingers to the hilt of his sword. A long, blue arc danced from the pommel of his claymore and into his eyes, electricity pushing through, and his vision was filled with sights Immortal. He saw the lightning, attaching him to the dead woman, attaching the dead woman to the mud in which she lay, saw the mud in the ground itself heat and expand, and an outward sheet of hardened mud exploded from the surface around him on either side, shards of hot clay slicing past him and into him. Duncan leaned back his head and felt the saliva in his mouth spark with lightning and screamed. This is the gift, receive it! This... For in the end, Duncan MacLeod, ...is... there can be only one! ...the Quickening! from HL novel #1, The Element of Fire by Jason Henderson |
| Something Wicked / Deliverance
Duncan challenges that part of him which Jung's ying and yang theories require. He fights himself, claymore against katana, good against bad, past against present, morals against desires, and instinct against instinct. With unparalelled strength and courage the true Duncan MacLeod emerges victorious... | 
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