by JadeDragon75 » Mon Jul 14, 2014 6:05 am
Roman: I caught the red head sneaking glances my way and grinned then mouthed a silent question 'meet me after school on the beach?' when she glanced my way again. I almost wished that I could forget things that had led up to my injury. I rubbed the wounded leg and winced slightly. I tried to flip a lock of my curly dark hair out of my dark eyes with out success, finally I reached up and brushed it out of my face and focused on the paper in front of me where I was taking notes on the lecture. I tuned out the whispers of 'killer and murderer' that some of the other kids in class were still saying.
From the dawn of time we came; moving silently down through the centuries, living many secret lives, struggling to reach the time of the Gathering; when the few who remain will battle to the last. No one has ever known we were among you... until now.
He is immortal. Born in the Highlands of Scotland 400 years ago. He is not alone. There are others like him, some good, some evil. For centuries he has battled the forces of darkness, with holy ground his only refuge. He cannot die, unless you take his head, and with it his power. In the end there can be only one. He is Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander."