War Of The Willows:
By Fanficcer86:
This arc has two disclaimers this one and, another. I own not a thing. Please review as always.
Note: Not all of my works will have two disclaimers. End of note.
Introduction:
I think that we all can agree that three, seven and, nine are three of the most powerful numbers when dealing with magic. The same is seen here as Dark Willow has just attempted to summon the powers of the temple of Morgana, it's incorrect name. Dark Willow has thrice attempted this and failed because of the brave efforts of a young man named, Zander. This young man Zander and The once Dark Willow weep upon the ground together. Giles's plan to get the dark powers in Willow Rosenberg to flee seems to have worked yet, has it? Remember, that three is a very powerful summoning number when one is using magic. Thrice, and, doneā¦
Disclaimer 2:
The following material is indeed the soul property of Joss Weaden. To quote a beloved or rather behated Disiney villain, "Scar." "It was their fault, it was their idea." In other words, the following arc is my fault but it was Joss Weaden's idea. Sorry if this sounds redundant but I wanted to be certain that I had driven home the point that I am the originator of only this particular arc. This is so that anybody thinking to steal this arc, as I think that it will be good, will be stained a bit with guilt. It takes a really lazy thief to steal from a blind man.
Chapter 1, Tara's Ascension:
Oh, the soft, sweet taste of her lover, light bringer and, above all best friend's lips ah, perfection. Alas oh wait; suddenly the blissful atmosphere was turning sour, wrong. There was a sharp pain somewhere from deep within her self and a tearing sensation at her young, tender breast. No! What was happening?! Her favorite person in the entire physical cosmos was slowly fading away...
blackness.
All at once there was an amber colored sort of light all around her. Warm air greeted her form sweetly. She felt a feeling of great contentment, of peace. But no this was wrong something was off some how. What had happened to her? "Hello Tara." Tara spun around in shock at the sound of the voice more than it's sudden appearance. She had known that voice for months. Oh yes she knew that voice very well indeed. "Ms. Summers?" It was Buffy's Mother whom had died right in the living room of the summers' home. "I'm confused, what is this place? "How did I get, here, it's freaky." "Those are almost everybody's first few questions." I am in complete understanding and agreement Tara. I for one am still reeling with the meeting with my Buffy. Would you happen to know what happened to her? "Because, she was here and then, she wasn't." Tara struggled; debating with herself weather or not to tell this poor brokenhearted woman what had happened that fate-full night. For a few seconds only. Then Tara did. "Oh that is why. I'd thought that she'd want to stay with me, not that she should have died in the first place of course but, I knew about her work..." Ms. Summers left the sentence hanging. Tara sot to reassure the woman behind those now tear filled eyes. "She didn't want to leave. My love, she sort of brought her back again. Oh, you should have seen her, it was awful. She wanted to come back so bad. She was so depressed and now I know why. I am so sorry Ms. Summers, we should have thought before hand." Tara said all of this in the short, clipped tones of one whom is trying not to weep, gasping upon every word. choking upon every syllable. Sighing heavily Ms. Summers took up Tara's hands in both of hers. "It is okay really Tara, you must be missing her already too." It took great tact for Ms. Summers not to mention Tara's best friend's name whom must be in agony just as Tara was herself now.
Tara could only nod as tears filled her blue eyes. Not even being dead seemed to matter to Tara at all, not really. Tara only cared about her bonded one, her soul mate. What must she be going through now?
"Unadvised." This time both women jumped at the sound of a new voice issuing from a Grandmotherly woman whom just appeared beside Tara. "You are a Wikken correct Tara Maccaly?" Not knowing how this kindly- seeming woman could possibly know her name, Tara nodded. "Salutations, I am your Goddess. Oh, I am so sorry, I know that this is quite hard on you young Wikken." "What we are standing in is a sort of an awaiting chamber. This is where a soul sits, stands, lies, what have you, while they await their preferred deity." "Oh." It was all that Tara was able to utter and very faintly at that. "Uh, Mam?" Tara asked very shyly. "Yes?" "Why is it that I do not see any others waiting for their deities?" "Ah, I have drawn a privacy veil around you so that only you and your loved ones may see in, or visit you. Gandhi is still waiting for Ala. You see, it can take a while." The frightening thought was just there in Tara's head she blurted it out before she could stop herself. "If all of the other deities are busy with other important matters and hypothetically, it takes a while to get to their worshipers then that means that you are seeing me now because, of something very huge right?" "Indeed, we usually come right away if another loved one of yours is about to join you. In this case it is not likely as Willow has taken black power into herself. To the point where the light side of her being has expelled itself. Willow is the power in the force prison, Willow is now evil in totality. As the light side and dark side of such a being cannot dwell in two dimensions at once, her light half will be punished as well. There is a crisis of great concern and vast import to all taking place on Earth right now." "Oh... no." Tara mumbled. Tara was suddenly at the mercy of a title wave of raw emotion as she tearfully whispered her beloved's name. The name that was so very painful to utter. This was because it reminded Tara of the fight that her and her lover had had not long ago. They had only just repaired the damage. It was hard to utter her name then as it was ever more agonizing to bring it to her lips now. She did so now though with a massive effort. Had she really lost her love, forever? No, no, it couldn't be. Tara said her best friend's name through her silent tears, she felt so lost and, alone now.
"Oh... Willow."
