TITLE: Behind the crystal walls
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 16/17 (?)
EMAIL: burning_night@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: "They followed me home, can I keep them?"
"No, Joss owns them, now give them back." "Sigh."
They folk on "Angel" and "Buffy" might not be mine,
but I still like to play with them.
The concept and figures of "Slayers" the Anime and the
Mangas belong to people with long and unspeakable
Japanese names that I have forgotten how to spell
The gods belong themselves, but the outlook of Ares is
obviously influenced by watching Xena.
DISTRIBUTION: Feel free ... just tell me, I'd like to know where
it goes to.
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Xander/Angel/Wesley
AUTHORS NOTES: English is still not my native language and this story is
not beta'd.
FEEDBACK: Is there a writer who doesn't want feedback ???
Constructive critic always welcomed
Flamers will be cursed with ancient and funny Chinese curses
and tormented with bongo playing mice I specially trained
for these occurrences
******
His thoughts raced. What could he do, which decision was the right one?
With a look of utter helplessness Xander turned to his friends. They were
all here. Tara, who once had been Sylphiel and Oz, the reborn Gourry
Gabriev. Willow, the calmer form of Lina Inverse, but as powerful and
sometimes as impulsive as her former self. Spike, who didn't look very
happy to be returned to Filias body and Giles, the Ancient dragon Valtira,
foster son of Filia and last of the race of the Ancient dragons. A role,
very fitting for the rebellious ex-watcher. Xander's eyes wandered onwards,
to his mates, standing side by side, each with the symbol of their office
and holding hands.
Of course! The relevation hit Xander like a bolt of lightning.
No life without death, no death without life.
Now he knew what he had to do.
He turned towards the waiting opponents.
"I have made my decision."
"/\We are listening, Child of Chaos./\"
"I choose neither of you and both."
"/\That is not possible./\"
"/\One of us has to perish, so the other can prosper./\"
"You are wrong. Both of you need the other to survive. If one of you
dies, so does the other. See, every yes is also a no, every light creates
shadows, every good thing for one, is a bad thing for another, every end
is a beginning of something new."
Xander pointed at his lifemates.
"Look at them. One is Death, the other is Life. Without Death Life would
be meaningless and become stagnate and without Life Death would become
oblivious. Both complete the other in an endless circle of Life, Death
and Rebirth."
He stooped and took a deep breath before he continued.
"Look at yourself, at your real forms. The color might be different, yet
both of you manifest as the same creature. That is because you are the
same being, just different sides of the coin."
"I am Xander, reborn Zelgadiss and Child of Chaos. I balance my mates
and now I will balance you."
With knowledge he didn't knew he possessed, he reached out towards the
two and removed them from their host-shells. Their power surged and he
almost dropped to his knees as he let it flew through him, searching for
the point of balance. The earth shook ominously and thunder rolled like
the heavens itself were ripped open.
***
"Shit!" Ares cursed as his powers violently flared alive. Whatever Xander
was doing, it was like a war and every war fed his godhood. With his
senses he could feel mircofractures in the fabric of reality and if he
didn't do anything to stop them, there would be no reality left for Xander
to continue his work.
He reached out with his entire power, holding onto the fabric of reality
with all his might and at the same time calling out to every other deity
he knew. And they came, each and everyone knowing that the entire
existence of the multiverse was in danger and so they put aside their
petty squabbles and helped as best as they could.
***
It felt like something inside was trying to burst through his skull while
something else was attempting to squeeze his head into a bloody pulp.
Unimaginable forces were tearing at him, trying to rip him apart.
Yet he couldn't let it influence him. Currents of Light and Darkness were
running through his veins and danced through his head. If his new/old
body had been able to sweat, he would have drenched the earth with
torrents of water, but since he was unable to do so, his painful clenched
facial muscles were the only outward sign of his distress.
Light and Dark, Good and Evil danced through him, shifting, merging and
then breaking apart again.
Somewhere there had to be a point of balance, a place where they balanced
each other.
And his search continued.
***
More and more gods and goddesses appeared, each clinging to the fabric of
everything, trying to hold it together until the new balance had been
found.
The hundred-armed Kali, Goddess of War and Destruction was there, just
like the Japanese God of Death Shinigami, the Norse God of Light Balder,
Ometeotl, dual Creator deity of the Azteks and the Earthdragon Tiamat
and thousand others that the watcher recognized and could name. They all
where here, working together, to hold reality together until Xander was
finished with his work.
***
He had, had to leave his body to balance them.
Xander knew how to do it, yet he was a little bit afraid. What if he
didn't find his way back? On the other side, if he didn't find the
balance soon, he wouldn't have to worry about something like that
anymore.
Like a butterfly out of its cocoon he slipped out of his body to finish
his work.
***
His friends watched worried as his body crumpled to the ground. A bluish
mist rose from his still form to solidify into the most beautiful dragon
they had ever seen.
Tendrils of white and red surrounded the dragon and it looked like he was
weaving them into a pattern so complex that even the gods couldn't
understand it.
Then suddenly the dragon roared and the weavings disappeared in a flash.
The earth stopped shaking and the night cleared. The fractures in the
fabric of time and space knitted themselves back together and after a long
pause, the gods disappeared in the same manner they had come.
Finally there were only those left that had entered the field first.
Wesley and Angel rushed to their fallen lifemate.
Angel could feel that he wasn't dead, Wesley felt his strong lifeforce,
but he wasn't moving.
tbc
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 16/17 (?)
EMAIL: burning_night@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: "They followed me home, can I keep them?"
"No, Joss owns them, now give them back." "Sigh."
They folk on "Angel" and "Buffy" might not be mine,
but I still like to play with them.
The concept and figures of "Slayers" the Anime and the
Mangas belong to people with long and unspeakable
Japanese names that I have forgotten how to spell
The gods belong themselves, but the outlook of Ares is
obviously influenced by watching Xena.
DISTRIBUTION: Feel free ... just tell me, I'd like to know where
it goes to.
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Xander/Angel/Wesley
AUTHORS NOTES: English is still not my native language and this story is
not beta'd.
FEEDBACK: Is there a writer who doesn't want feedback ???
Constructive critic always welcomed
Flamers will be cursed with ancient and funny Chinese curses
and tormented with bongo playing mice I specially trained
for these occurrences
******
His thoughts raced. What could he do, which decision was the right one?
With a look of utter helplessness Xander turned to his friends. They were
all here. Tara, who once had been Sylphiel and Oz, the reborn Gourry
Gabriev. Willow, the calmer form of Lina Inverse, but as powerful and
sometimes as impulsive as her former self. Spike, who didn't look very
happy to be returned to Filias body and Giles, the Ancient dragon Valtira,
foster son of Filia and last of the race of the Ancient dragons. A role,
very fitting for the rebellious ex-watcher. Xander's eyes wandered onwards,
to his mates, standing side by side, each with the symbol of their office
and holding hands.
Of course! The relevation hit Xander like a bolt of lightning.
No life without death, no death without life.
Now he knew what he had to do.
He turned towards the waiting opponents.
"I have made my decision."
"/\We are listening, Child of Chaos./\"
"I choose neither of you and both."
"/\That is not possible./\"
"/\One of us has to perish, so the other can prosper./\"
"You are wrong. Both of you need the other to survive. If one of you
dies, so does the other. See, every yes is also a no, every light creates
shadows, every good thing for one, is a bad thing for another, every end
is a beginning of something new."
Xander pointed at his lifemates.
"Look at them. One is Death, the other is Life. Without Death Life would
be meaningless and become stagnate and without Life Death would become
oblivious. Both complete the other in an endless circle of Life, Death
and Rebirth."
He stooped and took a deep breath before he continued.
"Look at yourself, at your real forms. The color might be different, yet
both of you manifest as the same creature. That is because you are the
same being, just different sides of the coin."
"I am Xander, reborn Zelgadiss and Child of Chaos. I balance my mates
and now I will balance you."
With knowledge he didn't knew he possessed, he reached out towards the
two and removed them from their host-shells. Their power surged and he
almost dropped to his knees as he let it flew through him, searching for
the point of balance. The earth shook ominously and thunder rolled like
the heavens itself were ripped open.
***
"Shit!" Ares cursed as his powers violently flared alive. Whatever Xander
was doing, it was like a war and every war fed his godhood. With his
senses he could feel mircofractures in the fabric of reality and if he
didn't do anything to stop them, there would be no reality left for Xander
to continue his work.
He reached out with his entire power, holding onto the fabric of reality
with all his might and at the same time calling out to every other deity
he knew. And they came, each and everyone knowing that the entire
existence of the multiverse was in danger and so they put aside their
petty squabbles and helped as best as they could.
***
It felt like something inside was trying to burst through his skull while
something else was attempting to squeeze his head into a bloody pulp.
Unimaginable forces were tearing at him, trying to rip him apart.
Yet he couldn't let it influence him. Currents of Light and Darkness were
running through his veins and danced through his head. If his new/old
body had been able to sweat, he would have drenched the earth with
torrents of water, but since he was unable to do so, his painful clenched
facial muscles were the only outward sign of his distress.
Light and Dark, Good and Evil danced through him, shifting, merging and
then breaking apart again.
Somewhere there had to be a point of balance, a place where they balanced
each other.
And his search continued.
***
More and more gods and goddesses appeared, each clinging to the fabric of
everything, trying to hold it together until the new balance had been
found.
The hundred-armed Kali, Goddess of War and Destruction was there, just
like the Japanese God of Death Shinigami, the Norse God of Light Balder,
Ometeotl, dual Creator deity of the Azteks and the Earthdragon Tiamat
and thousand others that the watcher recognized and could name. They all
where here, working together, to hold reality together until Xander was
finished with his work.
***
He had, had to leave his body to balance them.
Xander knew how to do it, yet he was a little bit afraid. What if he
didn't find his way back? On the other side, if he didn't find the
balance soon, he wouldn't have to worry about something like that
anymore.
Like a butterfly out of its cocoon he slipped out of his body to finish
his work.
***
His friends watched worried as his body crumpled to the ground. A bluish
mist rose from his still form to solidify into the most beautiful dragon
they had ever seen.
Tendrils of white and red surrounded the dragon and it looked like he was
weaving them into a pattern so complex that even the gods couldn't
understand it.
Then suddenly the dragon roared and the weavings disappeared in a flash.
The earth stopped shaking and the night cleared. The fractures in the
fabric of time and space knitted themselves back together and after a long
pause, the gods disappeared in the same manner they had come.
Finally there were only those left that had entered the field first.
Wesley and Angel rushed to their fallen lifemate.
Angel could feel that he wasn't dead, Wesley felt his strong lifeforce,
but he wasn't moving.
tbc