The End of Days
Disclaimer: I do not own BTVS or what happened on 9-11-01 and I'm glad.
Dedication: To all who suffered on that terrible day. My prayers are with you.
Summary: The End is near. (In the story, Not real life.)
Spoilers: Nope. Not if you haven't seen The Gift.
The female oracle watched in horror at the scene before her. A plane crashing into one of the largest buildings in the mortal dimension 's country, the United States.
Even thought Alreada didn't especially care for mortals, besides the fact that they offered great amusement, she was sickened.
How could a person do that to there own? She wondered.
Then she remembered the prophecy.
"The two twins will be destroyed by the silver birds. Then the world ends." Alreada fought the rising nausea. The world.
"Alread!" She screamed in panic. "Alread!"
"What is going on sister. Has your favorite warrior broken a nail?" Alread asked, as he appeared in a flash of gold with a bored look own his face.
" This is no time for petty remarks Brother, Alreada hissed. "Look." She pointed to the wall that displayed the scene.
"So?" Alread shrugged. "What has that have to do with us? Lower beings always have their wars. It's what makes them so lower. He shuddered as he turned to leave.
Alreada's patience snapped.
"Don't you remember, you fool? The prophecy of the mortals…Nostra…. Nostradamus?
He predicted the end of the world after silver birds crashed into the two twin brothers?"
"So?" Alread shrugged again. "This has nothing to do with us."
"It has every thing to do with us. If this world falls we fall with it." Alreada raised and threw down her hands to prove her point.
"Now that the best of are warriors is gone there is nothing to be done. We die, too." Alreada stopped. Oh, Powers, I'm going to die.
"Have faith, Sister." Alread said with a smile in his voice. "Your favorite warrior, Buffy Summers, is returning?"
"Recreation?" Alreada asked hopefully as she played with the hem of her robe.
"Yes. She will be born it a family of witches who fight for our cause. She will be trained and all." Alread offered his sister his arm. Alreada took it and walked peacefully back to their realm.
San Francisco, 2001 (Pre-Prue death, Past Buffy death. Cole has just done his all evil thing.)
Phoebe stared at the pregnancy test stick. It was pink.
(AN: This was based on a real prophecy of Nostradamus.)