Willow sat under a grandfather oak eyes closed, listening to the ancient voices carried on the wind. Feeling the quiet humming of nature's power ready to be invoked whenever it was asked for. That familiar tingle on the back of her neck at its desire to be set forth on a path. She smiled to herself knowing all to well that want. She loved being here, so peaceful, free of all the pressures that came with all the power she had acquired. That power that had driven her nearly out of her mind twice. Having her friends pull her back from that insanity was all that had saved her. Listening to that breeze pass her ear, she thought of them, wanting to tell them again how grateful she was to have them. Happy, knowing that they already knew.
Taking a deep breath she leaned back against the old oak, opened her eyes, and took a look around. It was beautiful here in England with the rolling green hills, the flowers and the quiet peace with which everything seemed to flow. She stretched and began to rise listening to those same voices sound their desire that she stay there with them under that tree.
Smiling softly, Willow headed back to the house where Giles and the Coven waited. She heard something, or someone add their voice to that copulation. Something familiar about it sounding in her mind. Calling her, beckoning her. She tried to visualize the source of the plea, tears beginning to form in her eyes, spilling to fall from her chin. Its need causing her searing pain, in her minds eye flashes of light too bright. The voice familiar, yet vague pulling her apart from the inside. She frantically tried to pull herself together, trying to place who called her so violently, the pain becoming unbearable. She fell to her knees grinding her eyes with her hands to try to halt the attack. When her mind suddenly cleared. The voice singled itself out from the den, nearly screaming her name. She knew it better than her own. Tears spilling down her face unheeded she realized who it was. Needing her more than anyone ever had. The name coming from her lips as if it were a prayer. Tara.
