Date: Sat, 19 Mar 1994 11:13:27 -0600 Reply-To: Highlander TV show stories Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: "Light is Green, trap is clean!" Subject: HLFIC: Time and Punishment Part 1 Okay what this is is my first attempt at writing on the list, thing is I'm no wall flower. If you don't like it, tell me so and tell me why. IF you do like it, also tell me, but also add what could be done to see it improved. I'm a freelance, thus this makes me a professional, thus makes me open to criticism. Your the type of audience I would be appealing to if I were A *published* writer so your opinions count! Hope you like what you see. ******************************************************************************* Copyright 1994 Vincent Ortega Disclaimer: Warning there might be language that is offensive to some people. ******************************************************************************* Time and Punishment Part 1 "My king you cannot die, you cannot leave your the country you united," tears ran down the cheek of Bedivere as he said this. "My friend and brave knight *cough* I die, you alone are the last of the brave brothers I have assembled, I pray thee lay my weary bones near the lake where you hath cast my blade. You brave Bedwyr, Sir Bedivere to your comrades, lay me near the water." "I will my king." Bedivere lifts his king's body, he steps over the fallen body of Sir Luca, brave knight and the last it seems to fall in this bloody day. He places his king's body near the lake. His king was dying, after all these years of watching as his lord built up a nation out of petty warlord and over indulge chieftans into one of the greatest force of Knights ever assembled. Now in one afternoon of war it was all over. He watched as more and more of his comrades fell, and as his kings greatest creation comes tumbling down around him. His King was in great Pain, not only from grave and mortal wounds, but from other pains as well that occurred over the past year: He watched as his greatest champion and friend and his wife betrayed him. That was almost enough to break him, this gave his bastard son a chance to lead a revolt. The bastard had died by his fathers own hand, but before the night would end, maybe sooner, Bedivere's King would also be died, much like his kingdom. Yet in the end, his king rose above the despair and though he would die it would be with dignity befitting his station. Bedivere laid his king in the tall patch of grass near the glowing misty lake, trying to make his king's last hours pass comfortably. He looked over the lake again, full of endless beauty, yet the sense of beauty the lake generated added to Bedivere's sadness, he looked over and he felt sick. Old feelings of mourning for past friends suddenly arose, and mingled with this days new loss, he bows his head in silence and respect for them. Over the long years of his existance, Bedivere lost many friends, some very dear to him. Yet todays battle was the worst he ever fought in, so much blood, too much for him, and not only good friends...good Knights, but his King as well. Suddenly Bediveres raises his head, for a stronger feeling than even grief overcomes him. Why now damn it, of all times why now, he thinks. He lifts himself up and draws his sword. "Bedwyre," his king calls out Bedivere, a gleeful name that only a friend would call him, "why have you raised, why have you take thy sword in hand. Are enemies near, lift me so we can both face them." "Rest my king, I go to the woods, to seek aid for thee," Bedivere lies, "I will return soon, rest, I will bring food and drink." "Alright my friend," his king says as he lowers his head in the grass and closes his eyes in rest. Bedivere knew not if he would return to his king, or if he does will he still be alive, no matter, something more important awaits him than any mortal sovereign. Sir Bedivere walks pass the woods into the very edge of what was the battle field, his senses on fire, energy arising from inside, adrenaline rushing. The knight knew another of his kind was near, no mistaking that feeling, no mistaking the Quickening. He did not know who it was, nor who to expect, for in his king's court was another like him, when first they met they were prepared to do battle, but instead they came to agreement, both deciding that there was no real malice between them, also deciding it best to serve their king, after a time they became good friends. He had last seen his friend this morn before the battle, they had rode together, but Bedivere had not seen him since, and thought the worst. During the heat of battle he had lost sight of his comrade when a wave of cavary swept towards him, later on in the battle he felt the quickening again, but could not be sure it was him. >From there he went to the aid of his fallen king, and felt nothing...until now. If it was Bedivere's comrade then he would present him to his dying king. But he could not be sure. Sir Bedivere was still not very far as he walked among the dead and dying, the Quickening growing stronger until he passed a small rise and came near the spot where he found his dying king. A heavily armored knight stood before him, his shield and overdress showing the symbol of the bastard upstart. The armored figure held his sword out and he stepped foward. "Sir Geoffrey Bedivere of Camelot." the last knight of the round table stated as he stood his ground. "I know who you are Bedivere, or is it Ambrosios Bedwyr that I should call you, your birth name, no," the follower of the upstart says. "You know me," says Bedivere, "who are you?" The strange knight responded by taking his helmet off and throwing it aside, reveiling a handsome face, dark eyes, dark curly hair. It was an immortal Bedivere had never met, but he knew he was young by their standards. "I am Sir Thomas Godwin, follower of the *True* ruler and King of England," he states, "but enough politices, we have more important things to work out, such as your head, I want it." "Better men have tried," Bedivere retorts, "besides your master is dead, and so are most of his followers. You've lost. It would be best for you to go home, there's been enough death this day." "Lets add to it," says Godwin, "I already took one today, why not two." Bedivere glares. "Yes I took your fellow knights head earlier this day, the one called Sir Gawain," Godwin continues, "as for my master's death, I know. Who's body do you think is behind me. I was one of his two Warlords, In London is the other one, he leads a powerful force sieging the Queen who's hold up in London. I intend to gather up what's left of my *former* masters men here and take them to London, there with are combinded tactical might will we finally over throw the king's whore, from there it will be very easy to take control of the throne, very fitting don't you think. Of course I have to make sure that *your* king is dead, but before that I'll be sure to take you. Look at you you're weak and worthless, I'll be doing you a favor by taking you life." Bedivere raises his sword up, "There have been many death this day, one more will make not much difference. I am not as weak as you think I am." Bedivere begins to circle Godwin. "What say," Godwin retorts, "we find out who walks away from this field, and who doesn't. I'm going to enjoy this Bedivere, I'm going to enjoy this *so* much." Thomas Godwin tosses his shield away then he begins to circle Bedivere, they charge each other, swords klank and their duel begins...*Riiiiiiiiing* *Riiiiiiiiing* *Riiiiiiiiing* "Hello." "Hello." "Look it's 3o'clock in the morning, it's too damn early for this kind of..." "Hello Jeff, long time no see." "Who is this!" "What! You don't recognize my voice *old* friend that I am." "Godwin!" "Yes I know you couldn't have forgotten me. Only these days it's Edge, Morgan Edge, clever name don't you think Bedivere, or isn't it Jeff Bryans eh? It's a nice name, a interesting name, maybe I'll use it some time." "What do you want," says Bedirvere/Bryans "Don't dismiss me so quickly, I called rather than see you personally because, well I wanted the surprise to be total. No warnings, because you don't deserve one after what you did to me," says Godwin/Edge. "That was the past," says Bryans, "get over it, you should focus on the now, and the future, not cheap vendettas." "It's keep me going this long, but you're right, it's time to end this feud of ours, the one you started," says Morgan Edge. "I didn't start this Godwin, Edge or whatever the hell you call yourself," says Bryans, "You did, you took a fight among our kind and made it personal." "Well Jeff old boy," says Edge, "those are the best fights. But enough of the immortal philosophy hour, I better say what I have to say and be done, you know I have things to do, so I don't have a lot of time, well actually I do...you don't." "What's going on Godwin, where do you want to meet," says Bryans with a annoyed tone. "It's Morgan Edge you idiot, remember," says Edge, "I'm not calling you out, not yet. It seems everytime we meet, I come close to taking your head, yet you elude me, somehow you get away. Now no more, when next we meet your are not getting away. It's going to be either my head or yours, my head or yours. Don't worry when the time comes you'll know where to meet me, and of course one sure way I know you'll come to me is have something of yours. I've been watching you for a long time, that's why you haven't seen me since Oxford, well anyways I know that for the first time in a very long while you've actually made quite a few friends, I have some of them." "What!" shouts Bryans, "you damn bastard, I swear I'll kill you." "Now, now, temper, why if you keep this up you'll die of a heart attack, heh heh heh heh," gleefully says Edge. "Who?" "Well let's see Bryans old pal, I got the Benjamin the school teacher, Kurt the reporter, the publisher friend of yours...ummm Christina I think, The painter and pianist couple, Tori and Jacob. Oh and that splendid ex-girlfriend of yours, Lisa, she's beautiful, how did an ugly bastard like yourself ever get your hands on someone like her. More important how could you let her go...All I know old chap is this...if she were immortal I'd let her take my head, heheheheheheheheheheheh! but enough of that, I think you might want to check on them. I've left enough clue about our meeting place. I know it's cliche, but what can I say I'm a traditionalist, just don't take too long searching, don't want to see them *lose* their heads. Bye for now bastard..." *click* "DAMN!" shouts Bryans as he slams the phone. He gets out of bed and pulls out a sword, long sleek, but it's blade more than capable of taking off a head with no problem. "Damn" he says again as he gathers cloths, once again Godwin's game begins. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay here's the first part of ?? I promist it will be no more than 2 or 3 more post...I hope you like it, again I hope to hear from all of you, It's a fun challenge writing on the mail editor, trying to get it together as best I can...Good reading and don't lose your head. ******************************************************************************* Vincent Ortega VO728847@PUCAL.BITNET Freelance Writer * "I'm a Touchstone Picture in a Walt (219) 397-0196 * Disney World." 4219 Ivy Street * East Chicago, IN 46312 * -Alec Swan * Firearm * ******************************************************************************* =========================================================================