Disclaimer: As everyone should know, I don't own any of the characters in this story. I'm just borrowing them. :D But, it would be a gret birthday present. I mean since my birthday is coming up soon...
AN: Okay this ficcie has Spoilers for Season 5 and the beginning of Season 6. Eh, I'm writing the prologue just for now, and after I finish my ExT ficcie, I'll return to this. So, feel free to comment and stuff. It's going to have D/S frienship but it might develop into something more than that. Oh yeh, Buffy isn't coming back. She's dead. xD Thanks for reading. ^^
The Key. An intense, blazing orb of pure surging energy. Its essence had existed for eons as a entity which held no thought, emotion nor gender. It was a being that was as old as time itself. Although all powerful, the Key was very dependent. Not being able to have an ounce of thought or choice, it relied on others for protection. Whoever that may be.
This situation came upon the monks of the Order of Dagon. They were to guard it with their lives, for anyone who could tap into the Key's power could use it to do much good as well as evil. Unknown to many, the monks had the uncanny ability to compress energy into a living breathing individual, a human being.
And so when the hellgod Glorificus wanted to use it's power to break down the dimensional walls, the monks had no other choice but to mold the Key into flesh and send it to the Slayer, Buffy Summers. And so it came to be that the Key's memories as well as those of her were created in the fabric of time. She was given a name, a place, and a destiny alongside the chosen Slayer and those closest to her. Her name was Dawn Summers.
The confined knowledge of the Key was lost with the last of the members of the Order of Dagon; who much like his brothers gave his existence to their life's mission, protecting the Key. And so, little was known about Dawn and her power, although one thing was very clear, she must be protected at all costs.
But there was a little problem nobody thought of, not even the monks. What would happen when the spell they cast to fabricate Dawn into flesh wears down? In which predicament would it leave her, when her memories and the memories of her start to deteriorate? Where would she go? What would she be? Who could she turn to?