Taste of Battle

"I am Duncan MacLeod, born 400 years ago in the highlands of Scotland. I am Immortal, and I am not alone. For centuries we have waited for the time of the Gathering, when the stroke of a sword and the fall of a head will release the power of the Quickening. In the end, there can be only one."

-Adrian Paul, Highlander, the series.

The team lined up, one by one given a piece of the watcher power.

"Ceeth your power manifested as the power of life; it was the source of all things created, you should learn to use it well! Life is not a light matter to handle with reckless ways!" The watcher.

Ceeth open her palm and from nothing she created a glowing blue seed, then she put it away.

"That is a very good seed you made!" Drexlar.

Ceeth smiled at the Drexlar.

"Drexlar your power manifested as the power of time; it was the awareness of precept, you should be wise and considerate enough to share it! The future is not something that absolute!" The watcher.

It's Abel turn he is eager.