All things good and evil, pure and dark
Will live in harmony as do the goddesses
Until such a time when one power breaks the bonds
And seeks to hold the world in his own hands
So will rise the greatest evil
To wreak havoc on the universe
Not wind, nor water, nor fire, nor earth
Will have enough power to force this great evil into repression
It will take the strength and cunning of the Slayer
Genius and magic of the Witch
Fearlessness and compassion of the Protector
And resolve and determination of the Giver
All the powers must be combined of heart and soul
So that the evil will disappear from our presence
But should these chosen ones fail
And all things good and pure shall perish from the earth
Buffy Summers stared at the ancient text she held in her hands. Over her shoulder another pair of eyes were glued to the prophecy, belonging to her best friend Willow Rosenberg. They had both heard of the prophecy from Giles, but they had dared to hope, as did he, that it did not exist. But the pieces of the apocalyptic puzzle were slowly falling into place.
"The First."
Buffy jumped at the sudden words. She looked to Willow, who had broken the silence.
"I mean," Willow elaborated, "it has to be the First. There has never been any demon this powerful before. And everything else fits, except for…"
Buffy wore a look of confusion, until she realized what was missing.
"We know that you're the Slayer," Willow continued. "And me… well I'm certainly not a genius," Willow blushed, "But I'm definitely a witch. But, I've never heard of a Protector or a Giver. What in the world are they?"
Buffy glanced at Willow, and Willow couldn't stop a feral smile grin from crossing her face.
"Research?" Buffy asked, cringing.
"Yup."