From Highlander to Gladiator Chapter 49 Final Things
Everyone
Claire
The pull gets stronger and stronger. I know I need to tell Master Raymond Alba's final instructions. I let go of Jamie's hand. "Here," I hand him the bag of herbs," get them to the master. Tell him the story. That we died. Tell him you will help at the arena. That I trained you some. That will help you in as he knows my skills." I suddenly can't control my tears and they start to fall.
"Madonna?"
"It is just so much. All your help."
"No Madonna. You are getting my daughter away safe. I tried but I know she will be safe with you, Jamie, and Pollux."
"But, where will we end up?"
"Ahh Madonna, you will end up where you are meant to be and you will find your way from there. Just hold tight to each other." He kisses both my cheeks and pushes me back towards Jamie. "Don't worry, I will leave beadcrumbs." He says as Tianna pulls herself to him.
Tianna
"How do I leave the father I have just found?" I ask as I hug him tight.
"You do because I need to see you safe. It will be okay darling."
"But, will I ever see you again?" I weep against his neck.
"Mi cheri, it is time travel. Anything is possible. Stay close to the others, especially Pollux. I love you." He presses something into my hand." It was your mom's. You should have it for your wedding." I look down to see a ring. I look to Pollux and then back to my father. The humming that had been in the background was getting louder.
"What is it?"
"Stay close to the others." He holds me close, kisses my forehead and cheeks and presses me towards Claire.
Jamie
"I promise to see them properly married after we get through." I tell him.
"I know. You are a good man Jamie. Lead them well." I hug him and rejoin Claire and Tianna.
Pollux
"Do as you promised." He instructs.
"I promise."
"All of you. Keep a hold tight to each other and the love you share."
JamieClairePolluxTianna
We move toward the chaos of Creation. It is through a mansized hole in a towering tree. We hear the screams of birth/ death. Creation/ destruction. Of every year that has ever been and ever was and ever will be. Our screams join those of every other traveler as our molecular structure is tore asunder and placed back together. We cease( for a period of eternity) to exist as individuals. It is us. A unit that is pure pain, love, hope, fear, past, and present. Future. And then it is over.



















