Monday: First Lines

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Good morning, everyone! I’m meteorfire, and I'll be your guest host for the week!

Today’s theme is First Lines, which means that your prompt is the first lines in the following ficlet. Therefore, when filling a prompt, your story should begin with the provided line.

Some quick examples:

• Doctor Who, any, It was all fine until the Doctor made a paper hat.
• Sherlock BBC, Sherlock & John, There are three things (at least) that you don’t learn about Sherlock until you live with him for a year.
• Merlin BBC, Arthur, Dragons were always bad news.

As always, remember to follow the rules:

• Only three prompts from a fandom
• Only five prompts in a row
• If one prompt gets filled you can leave a new one
• No spoilers in your prompts until a week after airdate/publication
• If your fill contains a spoiler please warn accordingly and leave space for the spoiler.

Have fun, everyone!

tag= FirstLine

Comments

AU, gen, pre-apocalyptic

[tigriswolf]

Like most things, it started in a bar. Kronos had been dead for a year, along with their brothers. MacLeod continued preaching, Joe kept watching and recording, and the world continued to turn.

Small annoyances crept in, Methos dealt with them, and nothing ever changed.

Nothing would ever change again.

Methos was sitting in a bar, drinking swill, listening to a band wail, and Joe was chatting while he poured drinks, and MacLeod was lecturing the boy about something, and Methos realized that the world was long overdue for the cleansing fire.

Had that been what Kronos wanted? At the time, it had seemed mad - but that was because it was Kronos' plan, and the four of them knew that Methos needed to plan things. But he had only taken Kronos' blueprints and refined them.

He should have scrapped the whole thing and built something new.

But no, he thinks, fingers tightening on the bottle. He'd still been blinded by MacLeod.

His brothers are dead. He sets down the bottle and tilts his head, covertly studying the righteous child who dared defy the ancients.

Why, he thinks, did I turn on my brothers for this child? He cannot remember.

How long has it been since fire cleansed the world? So much is corrupt and stagnant.

Oh, my brothers, forgive me, he pleads, standing and striding to the door. In your honor, I will ride again. He pauses, glancing back at Joe, at MacLeod and his boy, at the mortals who had no idea of the god in their midst. For you, Kronos, out of the sun once more.

.

It starts in a bar.

It does not end there.