TITLE: THE SEVENTH ANGEL
AUTHOR: NIKA
RAITING: KNOWING HOW MY MIND WORKS LET US JUST ASSUME IT WILL EVENTUALLY BE NC-17.
SPOILERS: SEASON 6
SUMMARY: TARA IS AN ANGEL, HELL WE ALL KNOW THAT. THE THING IS SHE IS A KEY PLAYER IN THE FINAL BATTLE BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL.OF COURSE SHE WILL MEET WILLOW AGAIN.
NOTE: I KONW I SHOULD NOT BE DOING THIS. I ALREADY HAVE 3 UNFINISHED FICS OUT THERE, BUT THIS IDEA WOULD NOT LEAVE ME ALONE. SO THERE MUSE I STARED IT, HAPPY NOW? SERIOUSLY...I WOULD APPRECIATE SOME FEEDBACK, JUST TO KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUE IT.
THE SEVENTH ANGEL
PART 1: THE ARRIVAL
Michaella kneeled right in the middle of the marbl ed hall, her face hidden within her hands. From a distance anyone would think that she was praying or in a state of suplication. In fact, she was waiting. She had been waiting for centuries, millenias even. Now she sensed that the time had come. The white room was enfulfed in a bright light that had no forseeable source, it simply existed everywhere at once. Like everything in “ the infinite” it simply was and always had been since the beginning of time.
Now what had always been, would be no more. She stood and sighed deeply, breathing in the aroma of the far horizons that would soon travel to. She placed her hands behind her back as she contemplated her home as she knew it for what could be the very last time.
Music resounded from all corners, she had been right, the trumpets blared and the pillars of the room shook in response.
Raphael materialized in the “ hall of waiting ” and spoke softly. “ It has come to pass. The seventh has arrived.”
Michaella answered, “ I know.” Simply and without emotion.
Raphael bowed and left quietly. Michaella had always been an enigma to him. He did not know why her reaction or lack of it surprised him. She was always the stoic one, a contrast to their bright surroundings. In all the halls of white, she was invariably dark, her hair, her eyes, even her choices in clothing. She was mistery, even to the other “Ori-Genesi.”
He left his musings alone and headed towards the “ hall of arms” he needed training now, more than thinking he decided.
In the “hall of transition” a young woman was just breaking through the waters of “ the neirika” a circular pool of azure blue water where the “rebirth” ocurred.
She came through as most do, gasping for air and fainting the second they touched the ground of the hall, more from exhaustion of the journey than anything else.
Michaella reached down and lifted the naked girl in her arms and carried her to the “familiar” an earthly like bedchamber so when she awakened she would not feel so dissoriented. It was a process that everyone went through upon arriving, even the “ seventh angel” needed to be comforted. Michaella set her charge gently down on the bed and concentrated on calling the one called Selena another “ familiar” so she would be there to greet her daughter when she awoke.
Selena arrived almost instantly and she smiled softly upon seeing her former daughter on the bed. “ Beautiful, just like I remember” she looked towards Michaella “ So young...may I know what happened?”
Michaella smiled and cocked an eyebrow. Selena nodded and ammended “ Sorry, I have still to learn. It was meant to be.”
“It was meant to be.” The dark Ori-Genesi repeated.
The young girl shifted and began to pull away from slumber. Her eyes fluttered a few times before finally opening. “ Where...” she beagan to ask in a confused and frightened tone.
Selena rushed to her side and held her hand “ Shhh...baby... everything is allright.”
The blonde nearly broke down in tears “ Mama is that really you?”
“ Yes baby Tara and everything is really going to be allright.”
COMING NEXT IN PART TWO “THE GENESI CODEX”
RANDOM SCENES:
In the beginning there was only darkness...
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Michaella: Lucien, you cannot be serious about insurrection.
Lucien: I am. We are angels, we are the originals and yet the source prefers the humans. We are perfection...we...
Michaella: We are angels, not Gods.
Lucien: But we could be.
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The beast was chained for two thousand years.
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Michaella: I am one of the original thirteen. You are the seventh Angel. The beginning of the end you have a choice, make it now.
Tara: I will fight, even if it means the final death.
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Willow: I am not going to make it without her Buffy, let me die.
Edited by: xita
at: 12/28/03 2:03 am
and I would be so interested to see where you take this fic.
at: 1/18/03 6:46:18 pm
