As the threads title says I'm a lurker coming out into the open grounds of posting... I've never writen anything 'bout Will and Tare before, or published anything in english, But I ain't asking you to be soft with me. I'm asking you to tear my writing apart and criticize (sp?) anything you thing should be. So...
please read? Okay done now
hope someone enjoys...Title: Finding Always
Author: Well... me
Feedback: All welcomed
Spoilers: For now none. But it's set in an "ideal" season seven, meaning no Tara dying.
Summary: Souls come together everyday, around the world people split up every second. Some souls are made simply to fit with one another, and that is something nobody can get in the way of. Trouble has finally gotten Sunnydale, aparently for good, and as a group of people try on scaping trouble follows them.
Disclaimers: Don't own any of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters or places. I wish I ownd Faith though
Rating: G, for the present moment
Couples: It'll be obviusly W/T... in a while
Note: Hope I didn't forget anything...
hehePrologue
The Fall
Dark clouds covered the sky above, silver blue lightings struck the ground every second. Nine shadows made their way thru the chaos, running with all their might as the ground shacked forcefully beneath their feet creating cracks and mountains and canons, all at the same time. Behind them a horde of demonic creatures followed, hunting them, getting closer with each step they took.
The demons where now upon them, and the shadows fought them off, and after what seemed like an eternity one of them, one of the nine escaping shadows loudly chanted something that was pronounced in some ancient tongue that most have probably never hear of, chant all creatures that were on a two meter radius from the runaways disappeared. All nine shadows, wounded by the battle, reassumed their way, positioning themselves in a straight line while running. None of them dared turn back, for they all feared that one of their friends was not behind, that if they turned and found one of the others was missing they’d go back, and if they did so the knew they wouldn’t survive.
Exhausted and in pain, the shadow who had chanted the spell started slowing her pace. Her right arm was broken and bleeding, she had a huge cut on her forehead and most of her energy was being drained by the protection field she had placed around her friends. Since she happened to be the last in the line none of the others noticed until she tripped and lost control over the spell, and as the ground in front of her opened, the one that had been running in front of her turned around, just in time to see her fall on her knees. As the shadow was about to go back for the spellcaster her arm was grabbed by the next in line who forced her to look ahead and keep up with the others while the witch fell onto the seemingly endless hole that opened ahead of her.
And as she fell she closed her eyes, thought about each one of her friends and concentrated on pulling up the protection field for them, it was the least she could do. As magic coursed trough her veins and power surrounded her, causing the speed of her fall to decrees unnoticed to her. Her skin got paler and her hairs turned black; and as her body came to a stop suspended in mid-air she felt that her companions were save, she stopped the flow of power and opened her eyes surprised to discover that she was hovering three inches above from the reddish dirt floor. So then as she fell those last inches towards the bottom she opened her mouth for the first time since she started to fall, only to say:
“WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!”
After the shadows had awoken and stood up two thoughts entered her mind: the first was the fact that she could fell the blood steadily dripping from her arm and that it didn’t hurt anymore, which probably wasn’t a good thing, and second that the pounding on her head was most likely only going to get worse. She placed a hand on her head only to aggravate the pain and as she looked at it afterwards she found blood. Then she decided to listen to her third idea, which resolved around the lines of starting to move so she wouldn’t get spotted.
So slowly but steadily she limped her way out of the hole in which she was trapped all the while keeping her mind in blank, trying real hard not to think about her injuries. And once she felt she was safe, away from danger, away from the once that were after her, she collapsed onto the floor and passed out.
As she woke up for the second time minutes later, she took in her surroundings, in front of her there was what seemed to be your regular inter-state highway with no cars passing by at the moment, and on the other side the outsides of your regular small american-dream material California town, weakly limping once again she walked across the pavement, approached the town and enter the first building she stumbled across; it looked like an old styled diner.
The little bell on top of the door was the last sound to be heard before the whole room went silent for some moments. This silence was finally broken seconds later by the squeaky voice of a waitress.
“Oh god!” she said as she acknowledged the wounds on the spellcaster “Are you okay?!”
“What kind of question is that woman, of course she’s not okay!” responded a man as he stood up to look at the young woman who still at the door “Stop staring at her and call an ambulance Emma!” he told the waitress. And as Emma ran to the backroom to get the phone he approached the wounded woman “What happened to you?” he asked
“I… I-I… I’m n-not real-lly sure” she said in a weak voice. She felt so tired, she wanted to sleep. Her body hurt so much. As she started to drift off towards the land of the dreaming the man panicked.
“No, don’t fall asleep!” he gasped, catching her before she fell to the floor. “Please stay awake, we don’t know if you could have a concussion or something like that, so come on, please, talk to me… tell me your name”
“I…” she stopped herself to think for a second and then continued “As dorky as it may sound, I have no idea” It was then that for the first time she noticed that she had no idea of who she was or what she was doing wherever it was she was at. And that, as it would any normal person, scared her, it scared her a lot.
“Okay, don’t worry” the man didn’t seem really calm himself “I’ll search to see if you have a wallet or something.” Trying to keep his cool as to not freak the woman out he looked through her pockets until he found some ID. “So, if this is really yours, and so it looks like by the photo, then your name is Willow Rosenberg”
“Heh, Willow. Funny name” that was the last thing she said as she became unconscious once again, while she was already able to hear the sirens in the distance.
Willow now stood outside the hospital, two months after being admitted in the ICU with no identity, no memories and no place to go. Since the police hadn’t been able to locate anyone who knew her, or for that mater any record that she even existed, she didn’t have anyone to turn to. She felt lost and alone in a world full of people she knew nothing about, but she also felt that there was something she had to do, someplace she had to get to, someone she had to find.
She knew little to nothing about herself, but she was aware of her own power, a potentially great power of the mystical variety. She was also aware of a lot of things she was sure not many people were lucky, or unlucky enough to know about. She was aware of the creatures that lurked in the darkness of nights. Those things she hadn’t mentioned to anyone because if she had she would most likely have been transferred to the psychology ward.
She was afraid and had no idea what to do, but somewhere deep inside her soul she had this corny warm and fussy felling that told her that everything was gonna be alright. That everything would turn out fine in the end. It was mostly comforting.
And yet, she felt like part of her was missing, like she had to find her other half in order to be whole again.
Edited by: Warduke at: 12/20/03 8:32 am