Prologue.
Cleveland, Europe.
Late at night in a small, single-storey bungalow a red haired, dainty woman sits watching some American show on the television. When a knock sounds at the door she glances around and furrows her brows wondering who it could be at this time of night.
She rises from her seat and heads over to the door, picking up a stake from the table on her way. She opens the door to reveal a shabbily dressed, bedraggled, disheveled, and slightly weatherbeaten Tara Maclay looking as though she has not a drop of energy left in her.
Willow Rosenberg's mouth falls open in shock and she drops the stake. Tara collapses forward into her old lovers arms. Willow holds her close savoring for a moment the fact that Tara is actually corporeal, realizing but not wanting to believe that this is impossible.
"Tara, baby... what happened... Tara..."
Some distance away a man stands in the shadow of a tall tree his long coat billowing to reveal black trousers and combat boots. He watches the reuniting of the two women, a sad smile creeping across his lips. His eyes covering the distance and piercing the darkness without even any need to strain.
I have a tale to tell... a tale of violence and destruction... a tale of friendship and of misery... of love and of hate... of good and of evil... this tale... is not for the faint hearted...
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