Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Joss Whedon. I don't own them, so don't sue me. Also, some of my characters and settings later on will come from the Buffy books "The Gatekeeper Trilogy" by Christopher Golden and Nancy Holder.
Authors note: This is just the Prologue to a story I have had running around in my brain for a while now but don't know if I'm going to finish. Any feedback you have as to whether it's a plot worth pursuing would be greatly appreciated. Thanks
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Nothingness.
That's what surrounded Wesley when consciousness returned to his body. No, that wasn't right. The nothingness was true enough, a grey hazy blanket that oppressed his senses enveloped him, but his body wasn't his body, at least not his mortal body he thought as he stared through his hand.
The last thing Wes remembered was being held by his Fred no, Illyria as he died. He had failed his task of killing Vail, cut down with barely a thought. Illyria had come, held his hand and lied to him as he passed beyond the veil no pun intended to this grey void.
No, not void. There was something someone moving towards him. He stood, if such a thing could be called standing, and braced himself for a possible fight.
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On the Ghost Roads Joyce Summers felt the slight tremble that announced another soul was now wandering their paths. For a little more than three years she herself had wandered, waiting for her daughters, not wanting to leave them alone. She guarded them, protected them as much as she was able. Mere months after her own arrival, Buffy joined her and they spent several months together, guarding her friends and loved ones until they pulled her back into the world of the living.
But Joyce remained. She watched and guarded as best as she could. She ran into people she knew, people who knew her. Jenny Calendar, Tara McClay, Anya. Past slayers approached her, recognized her as the mother of the greatest slayer ever to live. They flocked to her for companionship and she became mother to an army of lost girls. Cordelia joined them, followed by a friend named Fred. Together they watched for, guarded against, and waited for the attack they knew would come, prepared to defend the living as the warrior women of the ghost roads…
