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Ozma City

Ocber 1886

The city was in ultimate chaos and mobs were stationed in front of the Ozma Palace trying to ram the gates down and the throwing bottles of alcohol stuffed with lit rags at the walls of the palace and through the boarded windows trying to smoke out the residents and the Regent Ozma and the Princess. They were angry and they wanted blood and the mob wasn't going to go away unless they got what they came looking for. There was chaos in every corner of the city and the guards weren't able to head to the streets to calm down the beatings and looting that was happening in the background.

Resting against the wall of the shop that stood yards away from the palace was an unkempt blonde man looking in on the destruction. And in his hand he held a small vial that he continuously took sips from. His usual blue eyes were foggy and glazed his once smooth clean face held dirt and months of facial growth. His clothes were dirty and torn making him look like a bum and beggar. The man that through most of his life prized himself in appearance and presence was nothing more now than broken man who felt he had nothing more to life for in this world he was thrust into against his will.

Here he had no family and no connections or a home to go to. The only woman he loved he abandoned in a sleazy pub that was a front for a whorehouse for men to visit and get sloshed, drugged and serviced. He left and didn't look back and by now she must be cursing him and thinking that he never loved her she must have married the red-headed bastard from Wittica while he was thrown to the gutter in a city that was going through an angered riot trying to phase out the ruler of this country and the other three. And standing here looking at the mobs getting nowhere and just wasting time out here taking their anger out on the gates instead of the people inside the palace. The sight made him laugh and for the first time in a while made him feel better of himself.

And there went another stand thrown at the gates hastily and without success. Taking a longer swig of the vial until it finished he shut it and put it in the inside pocket of his dirty torn coat. The green syrupy liquid was taking faster effect now that he took a larger amount, and it was making him feel daring. Sure if he wasn't drunk out of his mind he would have had a much leveled head and he wouldn't of pushed himself of the wall and walked towards the mob pushing himself to the front. No level headed Genry would have had a plan and wouldn't have used the little magic he possessed for fear of getting addicted. Because that small amount of magic wasn't white magic to heal and help the earth, no it was the darker variety that could taint his soul and make him loose the control he prided himself of possessing but even worse was the fact that he didn't know how his magic would react in this foreign world.

Once in the front he turned to look at the men and women who were shouting and pushing each other to take a clearer look of him. Somehow knowing that they wouldn't really shut up unless he did something to make them listen to him he blew on his hands and rubbed them together. Once finished he clapped and the effect of the clap echoed into their ears sounding like a large bell had just been gonged in front of their faces. Covering their ears they looked at Genry who still had his hands together they were amazed at his feat.

"Okay, I got your attentions good. Now let's all be a bit less rambunctious and try to be more levelheaded. Do you understand me?" Not waiting for them to answer he continued, "Good. Now what we're going to do here we are going to follow my lead and I will get you in the palace so you can do what ever it is you are out here trying to accomplish. So let's see what is blocking the gate."

Genry turned to the gate and looked at it for a second when he gave up and he conjured up a small powerful gust of tumultuous wind in his hands and shot it forward at the gates and like a small explosion the gates flew backwards into the palace's yard bent and twisted but still held together by whatever it is that was holding it together.

"Now, are we happy we listened to me? Go do whatever you want and riot the hell out of this place. While I can now go home and sleep in peace without you're screaming and throwing of property to keep me awake." With that he walked back to the wall he was leaning against and leaned in before sliding down and falling asleep. The collected mob still wide eyed at his abilities stared at the now sleeping man and before they collected their bearing and remembered why they were gathered here with pitchforks and torches.

The mob ran into the palace and broke the wooden boards covering the windows and climbed in and opened the main doors. With this done they took on the guards inside the palace and they all ran throughout the inside looking for the regent and his daughter. The palace having been canvassed and the knick's and crook's of the supervised over they didn't find the intended targets but their palace servants that were taken out and beaten and hanged when they couldn't get any useful information. This went on through most of the night and early morning and when there were still men looking down in the dungeons and in the edges of the city looking for the missing royals.

Some of the richer and owners of the bigger inns, shops and property's of the city gathered together to talk about the man that helped them who was still passed out against the wall. They walked toward the man and they conversed with each other and came to a decision. The stronger of the men walked forward and picked up the man and another man picked up the valise and bag that belonged to the unconscious man and then followed the rest of the group into the palace and some of the other citizens followed as well and then disappeared behind the closing door of the palace.

Munchkinland

Ocber 11, 1885

In Rush Margins a tall man walked through the road heading into the town of Rush Margins were he was heading with a purpose. His cousin had sent the man a letter warning him that a Time Dragon Clock carrying darkness and filth would be arriving into Frexpar the Godly's terrain ready to corrupt the people he was trying to save with the help of the Unnamed God's light. Arriving at the city he tried to block out thoughts of his very pregnant wife, knowing that she would be safe with the help of some of the neighboring midwifes he'd ask to look in on his wife. Ready to head into the town were the people where now gathered around a large structure on wheels that had a large Dragon statue reaching side to side using the center were its body is supposed to be as a stage area where puppets appeared to be acting a story.

Reaching them he began his sermon and he started to preach on the Unnamed God's forbidding the good man to watch the filth being played out. But it seemed that the more he kept saying the more he was being ignored. After a few other puppets who now represented the people in the town, that the people began to act out of control and irrational. Frexpar tried his best to contain the people's rash actions of rioting and thrashing each other but he was just human and was quickly kicked down to the floor ready to be stampeded on and it was in this moment that doubt began to seep in his mind. He picked himself up and ran into the trees that would lead him home or to a hideaway while the people destroyed everything in sight filling their thirst of blood.

Meanwhile hours later

Inside a side door of the Time Dragon's Clock were four women preparing themselves for the birth of a baby, three midwifes and the very pregnant; Melena Thropp. The three women tried their best to make due with their surroundings, while they checked on the pregnant woman. It wasn't much later when Melena got hit with a harder contraction and then another not even a minute apart. Feeling the baby's arrival was at hand they pulled Melena's legs apart and put them up while another woman massaged her back and the other urged the tired woman to push. After what seemed like hours to the mother to be the baby finally came out and frightened the mid-wives. The baby girl who would be named Elphaba Thropp was born on the same night that a man in the Ozma City was named the new Ruler. And in the not so far future these two people will end up taking part in structuring the future.

Ozma City

Ocber 12, 1885

"Your highness what will be your first move to make our city prosper?" Fillith, a wealthy owner of one of the largest Hotel's in the city. Who, by now was acting advisor to the new leader of Oz.

Having wakened up inside a large room in what felt like a King sized bed oblivious to what had happened after having passed out. Genry was confused and hung over and a bit parched but still wasn't able to form coherent sentences. The man Fillith he believed it was, came to him and told him that because of the initiative he showed in helping his fellow men he was unanimously named the ruler of Ozma City. He didn't like the name he wasn't this Ozma person that ruled over this backwater apes and he didn't want to be. But his mind was now clearing and it was coming to him. He just found his purpose again, and with the now unlimited resources at his beck and call he could now work his way to his Grenavie and then Home.

Looking at the man Genry answers him, "Emerald-cough-Emerald City. That's what it shall be call and it will shine above everything. Now if you could probably fetch me some water and clean clothes I'm feeling up to walk around and see what else needs work."

"As you say your Wonderful Wizardship." Turning around Fillith walked out to the hallways to fetch a body to bring the water and another to head in town to get clothes.

Smiling now he runs the through his mind what the man just called him; Wonderful Wizardship, hmm, Wonderful Wizard, no, Wonderful Wizard of Oz. Now that sounds better. Leaning back into his pillow still smiling at his turn of fortune, I will get used to this title, I mean who wouldn't?


Sunnydale, CA

United States

Summer of 2007

"Tell me where she is! I won't repeat myself." I'm going to go postal on this goddamn demon if it won't answer. I'm not saying that I won't but I'll hold back because then I'll have to go on a hunt to look for another one when my time is so limited.

The six foot red scaled demon is trembling and gasping before me so I relent on the pressure to his throat so he could speak or at least that's what I think it's what it's attempting. With all the stuttering I can only understand every other word. I raise my hand to punch it, when he flinches and finally stutters out the words I want to hear.

"Please – the Troklerntrank have her. I had nothing to do with the job. All I know is that they hired some thugs to take her. Something; about you not seeing it coming since they half of the clan are demons. They couldn't send their own half demon family so they hired humans. They have her at an abandoned building at the train station. Please don't-"

That's the last thing it says when its head rolls of on the floor. I need to get to her. I'm the last one, able, standing. Holding onto one of the walls of the alleys at the back of Willy's Place for leverage as my vision blurs a bit. Well that's what blood loss does to a person, even to a slayer. Regaining my footing I start running to the train station as the past few days fill my mind.

After defeating the Initiative, a secret government operation that tried to build an army of hybrid demon/machine/human Frankenstein, and dealing with the first slayer's spirit who was attacking our dreams, we took a small break. Reason was that usually after some big bad hits Sunnydale and we defeat it the summer usually ends up being a vacation, until the fall when a new big bad comes along trying to kill, maim or suck the world into hell. My friends and I are usually first line of defense against world suckage or ending, so when this summer ended up not being a snoozer, Giles, my un-official watcher started to worry a bit as a watcher always does. He made Willow look up some coroner reports to check on the body's that started popping up out of the blue, or is it nowhere. Wait why the word blue? And if a body comes up it came from somewhere so why use nowhere? And…okay mind babble needs to stop, need to get back to mind narration. So it turned out to be of the supernatural variety when Giles recognized some of the marks as being of the demon ritual variety. It may have turned out that the dead body's and the demonic markings where a ruse to send us on the wrong trail, but if it wasn't for Tara, Willows girlfriend, recognizing the mistake done on one of the marks we all might have been dead or worse off than we ended up being.

The bodies were a ruse, a damn trick by some son of a bitch bastard humans. We're facing humans again, but these have no souls, no conscious, something worse than demons. I'm hopping against all hope that they're not humans, that I could fight them. I'm getting closer to the train station, and what little blood is pumping in my body is being drugged with slayer adrenaline. I'm using the slayer side in me to go in there and save my sister and I'm afraid of what might happen, at least not to my sister. Don't get me wrong I'm scared of being late and failing in saving her, but somehow that's not what's scarring me, it's more of what I might do when I get in that building housing the son of a bitches. I didn't loose my mother and friends in their attack, and I won't loose my sister, but I might loose myself and that's a fear I have to push back. I can't be scared, I have to be strong I have to go on because I'm the slayer and that's what slayer's do, that's what all slayers before me did; we have to be strong and fight the good fight.

The train station is in sight and I start slowing down. The stinging in my torso is now numb and I can tell that I've pulled a stitch or ten what with my shirt sticking to the areas more than to my sweat. Mind over matter, I'm not in pain, I'm not bleeding, I'm not hurting, I'm not…oww; everything hurts but I can't let it. Deep breathe, inhale and exhale, inhale and exhale. My eyes look up to the buildings standing before me, I run to the closest one. I hide in the shadows and open up my hearing to listen where the most noise is located. There's breathing and talking, surrounding one of the loading factories. So I'm going to have to evade humans guarding the factory and that means the demons are inside.

There are humans working for these demons and their killing for them. They were right I wouldn't have expected them. I'm a slayer demons try to kill me and on occasion some watcher's but that was on my eighteenth birthday. The initiative didn't count because they didn't know who I was and it wasn't really the commando's trying to kill me but their rogue creation and even then it tried to kill the commando's and the scientists. Leaning against the wall I slide down and let out a small breathy sigh.

Ever since moving to Sunnydale I've found out that the demon world wasn't really all black and white. Yes there are vampires out there that hunt humans for food and fun, the demons kill humans as well or use them as sacrifices and there are also humans who worship demon gods or chaos entities. Humans were also a part of the dark and light but never would I have thought there would be those that willingly would let demons order them without a reason than to just kill blindly. With the freedom that the humans are showing with joking and outright laughing they aren't being manipulated or forced; it's their own choice. It's always demons it's always soulless creatures that do that not the people I was chosen to protect. They are only supposed to fight among themselves for land, money and power. They're supposed to fight using army's, not demons. They're supposed to fight against the demons and not join the things to kill their own kind. Angel joined the white hats but it was because of a curse and I don't feel curses being spread around to these humans. There's no sign of possession or soul suckers, I don't feel any of my roommate Kathy's family or brethren. Well maybe if there were then I could maybe do it; I could fight them and kill them.

I don't want to do it but I can't face them in my condition without shedding blood or killing some. I've never had real human blood in my hands, the incident with the deputy mayor and Faith didn't have me plunging the stake, but I did get some of his blood on my hands and I felt the dread that I knew Faith felt yet hers could've been multiplied. I almost condemned my sister slayer for the mistake we both committed and I don't think I could do it. I don't do that, I'm a slayer we're not above the law, we're supposed to work within the limits set to us. If we don't then there'd be more innocent human deaths than demons. There would be more psychotic slayers gunning for blood. There…

A scream, my head whips up so fast it blurs my vision. It's Dawn! They're hurting her…I need to get up. The stinging in my side is back, my eyes close and when I open them I see that I'm on my knees. Damn it I'm sweating out like crazy and I'm trembling. When did summer get cold in Sunnydale? Stupid self doubt; I should've gone in, no matter what. God, breathing hurts. She's still alive, from what I can tell, what with the screaming but I can't get up. Have to put my hand to the ground before my face hits it.

"I need to get up, please, I need to save Dawn; need to save my sister." Okay now I'm crying and whispering to myself and the screaming sounds further away. My head rises up a bit, I open my eyes and they start focusing on the gravel beneath me. There's a small red covering on the loose rocks, my mouth is bleeding. Okay here comes lightheaded with a friend, dizziness and the annoying third wheel blackout. Last thing I hear is a shot ring out through the station.

'Dawn...' darkness and coldness overtake my body.


Later


An hour later there's red and white lights flashing through the dark train loading factory's windows. And through the unusually quiet night in Sunnydale the cry of sirens penetrated the thick silent night and echoed louder through the factory as they neared. The only noise radiating through the factory beside the nearing sirens where two sets of ragged, gurgled breathing, choking. Two figures lay near each other, both body's belonged to a teenager and a young woman. Both where unconscious and surrounded by dust, blood and body's that appeared to have been ripped apart. The scene in the factory was horrific that even those with strong stomachs would immediately hurl at the pieces of different demon and human parts and blood that littered the floor and walls.

It was exactly what happened to the hardened and ignorant paramedics and 'protectors' of Sunnydale; who always believed to have seen the worst after every scene visited after some 'gang member on PCP' or 'sewer snakes' or whatever reason they put out after the real protectors of Sunnydale nights dispatched of the many demons that made the mouth of hell their home. Many of the paramedics rushed in trying to keep the vile from rising to their throat and to keep whatever coffee or junk food they had to eat in between shifts. Looking around they found two bodies in the center of the room, and they both had all their legs and arms and heads in place so they became their main priority to look for signs of life and then for any life threatening wounds.

An older man walked in giving some air of arrogance and superiority, wearing a green long sleeved dress shirt with a simple dark green tie, dark brown nice dress pants and a pair of black polished shoes'. He carried on him a black shoulder holster and on his hip his detective badge. His short cropped hair was highlighted with grey hairs and his face looked very tired and worn. The dark circles on his eyes popped even more with the crow's feet that had settled at either side of his eyes. The mustache he wore had the same treatment his hair took. With every step you could see the sweat stains on his shirt, the humidity that seemed to befall the factory came at a very inopportune time, on his way to the two bodies that still seemed intact; he began to loosen up his tie and pulling up the sleeves. It was really suffocating in this factory and the man did not care, he was here to do a job and more oft than not his job ended up with him cleaning and covering after the true protectors of Sunnydale. His unit although small consisted of a group of detectives, captains, and deputy chief that were in charge to make up the cover stories, if any supernatural entity was the cause of what ever destruction the kids had to fight. Detective Edwards was no fool and he knew that those who really saved Sunnydale were teenagers who by now he had deducted where in their early twenty's. He and his unit were grateful to those kids who seemed to know what to do and that had lowered the death rates.

But today it seemed that they weren't quick enough to take care of whatever, and by looking at some of the body parts scattered around, demons had passed through. Reaching the EMT working on one of the body's, it hit him that they were two girls. They were two young girls who by the look of the EMT's trying to resuscitate them, they were shot and there seems to scratches and cuts. He looked at both but had to do a double take and turned to the older of the two girls. He looked at the blonde; he knew her from somewhere but all the blood and whatever else what covering her face, made it difficult to really recognize her. But the blonde hair sparked a memory. He turned to the EMT working on her to get her stats.

"How are these two doing? Are they alive?" the Detective asked.

"Well they're both breathing; their heartbeats are a bit weak and they maybe bleeding internally." The EMT said while putting some neck braces as well as IV fluids and some quick transfusions of blood.

When trying to stop any blood from seeping out of any open wounds; the EMT's began to clean some of the dried blood and gook off of the girls bodies. When they cleaned the older girl's face he immediately recognized her. Detective Edwards knew her; not personally but from pictures and stories. This girl fit the description and the photos he was shown; this girl was Buffy Anne Summers. She was Sunnydale's silent protector and from his theory it was her who brought Sunnydale's high murder rate down.

"You need to get her to the Hospital immediately. Do you hear me, boy?" the detective urged the paramedic.

"Sir, I'm working as fast as I'm able. And with you starting to scream down at me isn't going to make me go faster." The paramedic answered.

"I know that my screaming wont work. How about this reason then? How about the fact that if this girl stopped breathing Sunnydale; would truly be screwed. Tell me what you think about that fact, boy." The last was said condescendingly.

Looking out of the corner of his eye the paramedic continues to work on his patient.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, old man."

"I'll let that last comment slip. But this girl here is the only thing preventing you from being overworked. She's what's keeping Sunnydale from going to literal hell or did you not take that new course in nurse on wheels school?" Edwards was being a bit snide at the young paramedic but he didn't care. And by the look in the young man's eyes it seemed that he didn't care about the insult but more on the fact that he had a true superhero in his care. Every person working as a cop, nurse, doctor, firefighter or any well respected county job knew of the girl who went out and saved people.

"We have a steady heart beat on both girls, let's load them into the ambulance and send word ahead that we'll be bringing her in. They'll know who she is, it seems she was in earlier today by the look on the bandages that she's wrapped in." turning to the aged detective who was following him out he apologized.

"Sorry, about the attitude, Sir."

"It's okay, kid. Take care of her okay."

By the sound of the last sentence he knew it wasn't a request but a command.

"We will. She may not know that we know about her and her friends, but we do. So we'll do everything in our power."

The paramedic gave a small smile and got in the ambulance and closed the door. The two ambulances sped off with both the girls. And the detective gave out a sigh and a small prayer under his breathe as he went in to the factory to check in on the rest of the carnage that awaited for him to make out a scenario and to think over a plausible story to cover up the true happenings. Edwards turned to three members of his squad and motioned to the factory and they followed him inside.


Jano 25, 1886

Frottica, Upper Uplands

Gillikin, OZ

Grenavie Upland daughter of a rich entrepreneur Grejor and his wife Genav Arduenna of the Upper Uplands, and wife to Gaslond Upland of Frottica in the Upper Uplands; was in a slump. The same dark depression that had been following her for the past nine months; since his father made her marry Gaslond and then had her fiancé ran out of the Upper Uplands.

Her true love was never Gaslond. Gaslond was just brought in to the picture when her father trying to mend fences with the lower classes of Gillikin, had him marry his daughter. He was just lucky that his father was her father's business partner and sometime confidant before and after Genry. Just thinking about him after all this time still makes her heart skip and her breath fall short. Genry, her one true love and soul mate; she might have been a child when she met him but in the time that she spent with him as she matured into a young woman, she knew he would be with her to the end of time. But it didn't happen, her father made sure that her fairy tale ending would never come true.

After only a year of engagement her father came in and ended it the minute Genry walked into the Arduenna Estate. Genry was gone for a couple of months by his own father's permission and when he returns Ugajor decides to accuse poor Genry of embezzlement. He wasn't given a chance to defend himself and was sent away without a warning. Ugajor was always looking for a way to worm his way into power. Why couldn't her father just see that? Why would he choose those awful 'Animals' over his protégé? He took the word of a manipulative man and the side of the thing that should never have been given the rights of that only a human being could have. They should know their place and should take their roles correctly and live in the barns and forests that they where born for.

'Oh, Genry where are you right now? Out in the cold without a family; or maybe you found your family and have forgotten about me?' she sobbed lightly leaning on her window looking out into the cold dark rainy day. 'Why haven't you come for me? Have you even tried, my love? Has my father made it difficult for you to fulfill your promise?'

Reaching down to her large belly she rested her hand and with a finger rubbed small circles lovingly. 'What if I gave you a reason to come back? The greatest reason for you to come back so you could meet what our love created.' Yes that bump in her belly was a child she knew belonged to Genry and not to her husband. She new the day after, when he had to leave when her father found her and married her off to Gaslond. Closing her eyes she still rested against the window pane when she felt a sharp pain in her side, and felt the wetness that came with the pain drenching her dress and legs. She gasped out and stood up from the window sill and stumbled out to her nightstand and grabbed the bell and ranged it loud to have the maids come in and fetch a healer or midwife. She knew they would send for her husband as well even though she really didn't want him to share this special moment with her.

The one person she wanted here can't be and he won't be able to see his child be born. The maid ran in and helped Grenavie lie in bed and put her feet up and put pillows under her head. The pain when it would hit would be excruciating and yet she would welcome it as long as her child, whom she knew would be a girl, would be healthy and strong. She lied there, with her eyes closed and with maids fussing all over her and cleaning of the sweat and tears that would leak out. She didn't know how much time had passed but when she opened her eyes again Grenavie saw the healer and Gaslond standing over her. She couldn't hear them, she didn't really know what they were saying but Gaslond sat beside her and grabbed her hand and took over for one of the maids who was dabbing her face with cool cloths.

She winced as pain hit her, the healer touched her stomach and placed a hand under her nightdress and asked Grenavie if the stabbing pain were coming closer together. She answered with a nod and the doctor then told the maids to gather some supplies, for the baby would come in soon. With a small smile she looked to Gaslond and was surprised at what she saw in his eyes. The once distant and cool man was actually here with her, showing behind those green emerald eyes compassion and some love for her. Could it be that he was happy to welcome this child that could possibly not be his? And yet no matter how she questioned his reasons to stay at her side other than obligation, Grenavie couldn't deny the fact that if Genry didn't come to her and whisked her away; Gaslond might sneak his way into her heart.


Sunnydale Hospital

Early summer 2007

Sunnydale, CA, Earth

Through the Emergency entrance a group of doctors and nurses and some EMT's burst in wheeling two stretchers. They were sent into separate rooms and were each attended by a group of professionals. Nurses ran around the room pulling out iv's, tubes, blood, instruments, plugging in heart monitors and many other equipment to detect vitals, pressure, and sonograms to detect internal bleeding. Doctors where cutting up clothes and cleaning and disinfecting wounds and detecting any major wounds that would need surgery and what was going on with the patients. It was within the first couple of minutes when the blonde young woman awoke shocking all those in the room with her. When the shock passed they began to calm her down by telling her where she was.

"Miss Summers, its Dr. Stephen do you remember I treated you earlier today?" when she looked at him with recognition Dr. Stephen continued. "Can you remember what happened to you?"

"Shot at…Men attacked us…mom, Giles, Xander, Will…hurt them…men hurt us…"She struggled to get out.

"Miss Summers that happened earlier today, you disappeared from the hospital and were found in a factory with another brunette girl. Doctors in another room are working on her, do you know who the girl is?" the doctor tried to get a name.

"Dawn…? She's…Dawn…Ok? How…" those were the only words she was able to let out before her eyes closed and blood began to seep from her mouth.

"We need suction and more blood. She might have a collapsed lung and we need a breathing tube here stat." more movement came from the ER room. "Her sister is in the other room, I need a nurse to go out to next room and put a name on the girl and have admin notify her mother upstairs and if she's stable enough have her brought down."

When the door adjoining the rooms opened the distinct sound of a flat line floated into the room and if the crew in the room weren't professionals they might have stopped to look at the other room were their patients sister lie, possibly dead. The sound just made those working on the short blonde, work even more in trying to save her to spare the mother from loosing two children that day.

The doctors working on the brunette girl whom they had come to learn her name is Dawn, thanks to one of the nurses in the other room; worked hard and diligently to bring her back from where ever it was she went that caused her heart to stop beating. They had to intubate her when she stopped breathing and were now trying to bag her and give her CPR and then they pulled out the crash cart to shock her heart. While they were doing this some monks in a building across town were running from a psychotic blonde and had to perform an emergency spell to hide the power source the blond was looking for. All they knew was that there were two slayers activated and that the one in town was one of the longest living slayers and had a pretty great track record with dealing with the supernatural. They knew they had to hide the power source and they had the perfect candidate to protect that source. They sent the green source to the slayer; when they completed the spell Dawn Summers had stopped breathing. The key found itself a host more than a shell; that power kept the soul from escaping. The medical staff working on her, let out a collective sigh of relief when they were able to stable her enough to send her up to the OR for procedures.

In the minutes after the younger Summer's was sent up to the OR, when the staff were preparing their patient to be sent up after her sister; Buffy Summers the Slayer, protector, she who hangs in cemeteries took her last breath. And like the doctors working on the brunette did everything in their power to keep her mother, who had just arrived, from loosing her eldest.

There seemed to be a great web being weaved that day for in the dimension linked to earth by one man, a Gillikin 'royal' woman was having a child that was conceived out of love. And that man wasn't there to witness his unknown child's birth; for he did not know of her conception. That man in Oz was known to many in the north and by one woman in the east as Genry Arduenna; although the man who had bestowed his surname in Oz to Genry had removed it. And in Earth and some hell dimensions he was known by the name Hank Summers, father of the same Slayer who lied in bed fighting for her life, and by many as the Wonderful Wizard of Oz, well at least not in person. At the moment both his children were at the opposite ends of the spectrum of life. He was viewing a ruby red glass orb that was given to him by a Quadling man he had met on his trip to the country of the south, trying to see if he could locate the Grimoire.

The man, something to do with a Heart, he couldn't really recall his name but he had told him that the orb would show Genry what he wanted most or what needed his attention. It seemed that he wasn't really focusing on what he wanted since his mind was going back and forth between the woman he was forced to leave behind and the daughter he willingly left. He wondered if his oldest daughter was still alive and if within however long time he had been gone she was still protecting, selflessly, the people his bosses had been trying to doom to hell. And his mind then crossed to Grenavie, the young woman he knew he truly cared for, and not since the early years of his marriage he had felt for his ex-wife and mother of his two children; Joyce. His life was screwed and he knew that, but there was nothing he could do to fix this chapter of his life nor the earlier ones. It seemed that by his own twisted ways to provide for his family and to do good in his bosses eyes he destroyed any happiness he could have ever hope to gain.

So as the fates or destiny would have it these three events mixed in and created a bond that tied this picturesque world with the gritty world that began with hell; by something other than the man that lived in both. In the ruby red rounded orb two lights crashed together to send in a rippling affect that was felt in both worlds. An event like no other felt in the cosmos since the incarceration of the demons and creation of the Animals. The light or soul heading to heaven was pulled to into the orb of Genry and split in two by the silent unknown magik of the 'Wizard.' When the now split soul trying to find its way back to its body flew out of the orb and like two same sided magnets they bounced off heading out separately. Genry being hit by the negating force was shocked into unconsciousness and the lights found their ways into two different body's; well one of the body's it recognized.

Two people, a doctor and healer, were trying to deliver life into two different bodies. One newborn baby girl whom the mother had named Galinda Upland of the Arduenna clan of the Upper Uplands; and the other a young woman whom twenty years earlier was named Buffy Anne Summers, who came back to life for the second time in her young life.


a/u: Okay new chapter and I know the timeline is a bit wonky but I got lazy and decided it worked a bit better this way for the plot. And the whole hey Galinda has Buffy's soul sounds like some crazy soap opera twist but I love these two characters and for some reason to me they're a bit to alike to begin with. i/e: Galinda and Buffy were both basically princesses and snobs who had things their way. Who because of some hard bumps and losses both grew up and took reign of their life for good. For Galinda it was loosing Ama Clutch because of a mistake in her part and for Buffy it was loosing Merrick, first watcher, because of a mistake in her part. So it'll make more sense later. Who could know that hank could possibly be more human than we thought.