The Translation
Disclaimer: I own nothing, only Brendan and others of my characters.
Author's note: I'm sorry to anyone who is a Latin reader but the Latin in this fanfic is from something I learnt in a history so sorry.
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Angel stared at the door for a while and then turned to Connor who was holding the numerous books and scrolls Wesley had brought over a few minutes earlier. These books and scrolls that held the future of the world, and the future of a young boy, who would decide it all.
"Okay, lets look at the books," Angel said gesturing to the parchments in Connor's arms. Connor quickly placed the books and scrolls on the coffee table and tried to make a speedy get-away. "You too Connor."
"Urrh," Connor groaned folding his arms across his chest and looked broodingly to the floor. "Can't I go patrol."
"No!" Angel said forcefully. "Sit. Now."
They all sat down, Angel, Connor, Cordelier and Lorne. Connor looking angrily towards the pile of assorted information. Angel reached towards the new binder but just before he could open it Fred and Gunn burst through the doors.
"Angel we've . . . we've . . . found something," Fred panted. "We went out of town like you said. There . . . there'd been a struggle, there was blood and tyre tracks at least four."
"Yer. I think we defiantly found or site. Looks like Wolfram and Hart," Gunn commented. "What're those?"
"Books," Connor grunted.
"Wesley brought them over," Cordy said drawing Gunn's annoyed face from Connor and towards her.
Fred and Gunn sat down with Angel, Connor, Cordelier and Lorne. Angel now opened the book that had remained in his large hands throughout the entire time Fred and Gunn had told him.
"Okay Angel darling, now we know it's still the usual Wolfram and Hart. Let's look at this stuff," Lorne said.
Angel looked at the yellow pages and the neat handwriting, which had been written so many hundreds of years ago and began to read aloud, " Territus non amat spectat in silvam."
"Uh Angel for those of us who don't speak Latin," Cordy said pulling down on his arm.
Angel looked up from the text, sighed and mumbled something about how many useful things had been lost in the past.
"Terror not love in woods of the old times rules over joy but the child barer of the quartered cross will level the balance. The child will maintain the order of the levels of the rulers ground, water, air, fire, light and dark. Guided by the champion and the miracle which will restore and grant and guide the barer into the light of darkness," Angel translated into understandable English.
"Huh," Connor snorted. "So this quartered circle barer is important to the apocalypse. Why does it matter to us?"
"It matters because he's important to the world," Cordy explained.
* * *
"Hallo little boy," Lilah crooned at Brendan, who was sat angrily in a chair with four hooded wizards surrounding him. Lilah came closer to him her eyes glinting evilly.
"Your mothers worried about you, she wants to see you. Do you want to see her? I wonder. Answer," Lilah continued spinning her web of enticing talk just as a spider spins its web, trying to catch it's prey in the webs sticky thread.
Thinking the boy gazed up into Lilah's glinting eyes and then gazing down again regretfully spat out the word, "No," in a diminished voice.
"Huh. Well as I said she wants to see you. Bring her in."
The doors of Lilah's office opened and in came the thin form of Ms Clair Brooks slumping unconscious on to one of the men that dragged her in..
"Take her away," Brendan yelled desperately to Lilah.
"Well. If you want her to go away so badly why don't I . . . kill her," Lilah said menacingly, drawing a dagger and putting it to the woman's throat.
"No!!!" the boy screamed and ran towards his mother. There were multiple flashes of spells but from the boys small body emerged the overpowering shield of the quartered circle, which burned in the air. He gave a powerful leap towards his mother and Lilah . . .
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Please R+R and you can tell me if you want her to live or die (though I might not listen)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, only Brendan and others of my characters.
Author's note: I'm sorry to anyone who is a Latin reader but the Latin in this fanfic is from something I learnt in a history so sorry.
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Angel stared at the door for a while and then turned to Connor who was holding the numerous books and scrolls Wesley had brought over a few minutes earlier. These books and scrolls that held the future of the world, and the future of a young boy, who would decide it all.
"Okay, lets look at the books," Angel said gesturing to the parchments in Connor's arms. Connor quickly placed the books and scrolls on the coffee table and tried to make a speedy get-away. "You too Connor."
"Urrh," Connor groaned folding his arms across his chest and looked broodingly to the floor. "Can't I go patrol."
"No!" Angel said forcefully. "Sit. Now."
They all sat down, Angel, Connor, Cordelier and Lorne. Connor looking angrily towards the pile of assorted information. Angel reached towards the new binder but just before he could open it Fred and Gunn burst through the doors.
"Angel we've . . . we've . . . found something," Fred panted. "We went out of town like you said. There . . . there'd been a struggle, there was blood and tyre tracks at least four."
"Yer. I think we defiantly found or site. Looks like Wolfram and Hart," Gunn commented. "What're those?"
"Books," Connor grunted.
"Wesley brought them over," Cordy said drawing Gunn's annoyed face from Connor and towards her.
Fred and Gunn sat down with Angel, Connor, Cordelier and Lorne. Angel now opened the book that had remained in his large hands throughout the entire time Fred and Gunn had told him.
"Okay Angel darling, now we know it's still the usual Wolfram and Hart. Let's look at this stuff," Lorne said.
Angel looked at the yellow pages and the neat handwriting, which had been written so many hundreds of years ago and began to read aloud, " Territus non amat spectat in silvam."
"Uh Angel for those of us who don't speak Latin," Cordy said pulling down on his arm.
Angel looked up from the text, sighed and mumbled something about how many useful things had been lost in the past.
"Terror not love in woods of the old times rules over joy but the child barer of the quartered cross will level the balance. The child will maintain the order of the levels of the rulers ground, water, air, fire, light and dark. Guided by the champion and the miracle which will restore and grant and guide the barer into the light of darkness," Angel translated into understandable English.
"Huh," Connor snorted. "So this quartered circle barer is important to the apocalypse. Why does it matter to us?"
"It matters because he's important to the world," Cordy explained.
* * *
"Hallo little boy," Lilah crooned at Brendan, who was sat angrily in a chair with four hooded wizards surrounding him. Lilah came closer to him her eyes glinting evilly.
"Your mothers worried about you, she wants to see you. Do you want to see her? I wonder. Answer," Lilah continued spinning her web of enticing talk just as a spider spins its web, trying to catch it's prey in the webs sticky thread.
Thinking the boy gazed up into Lilah's glinting eyes and then gazing down again regretfully spat out the word, "No," in a diminished voice.
"Huh. Well as I said she wants to see you. Bring her in."
The doors of Lilah's office opened and in came the thin form of Ms Clair Brooks slumping unconscious on to one of the men that dragged her in..
"Take her away," Brendan yelled desperately to Lilah.
"Well. If you want her to go away so badly why don't I . . . kill her," Lilah said menacingly, drawing a dagger and putting it to the woman's throat.
"No!!!" the boy screamed and ran towards his mother. There were multiple flashes of spells but from the boys small body emerged the overpowering shield of the quartered circle, which burned in the air. He gave a powerful leap towards his mother and Lilah . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Please R+R and you can tell me if you want her to live or die (though I might not listen)