Willow opened her eyes slowly. Nothing but darkness and cool dampness. A
slight breeze whispered around. So she was still outside. Carefully she
pushed herself up from the ground. Oh, not so good, everything was kind of
twirly. She sat down.
Her plane had arrived in Dublin early that (?) morning and she had immediately set out into the countryside to find . . . she didn't know what. Willow was just going where her intuition led her. About mid- afternoon she came across as stone circle and after that . . .
"Willow Rosenberg!" a deep voice boomed from the darkness.
"Hello?" she called timidly into the darkness.
"Illuminari!" another, softer voice called and suddenly the circle was bathed in torchlight.
Willow turned slowly around. She was surrounded by a circle of hooded figures.
"Willow Rosenberg!" the first voice boomed again. "You dare to come before us?"
She stopped shaking immediately. There was no reason she should cower in timidity. She had come a long way from the Willow Rosenberg of old, the good girl who obeyed. She may have gone a bit too far, but that was no reason for her to be acquiescent.
"I came for answers," she announced. "And I will not leave."
"Oh, you cannot leave. Until it is decided."
"Until what is decided?"
"Your life," inputted a familiar voice, as a figure broke through the circle.
"Giles?!"
~*~
Time had been of the essence. Cordelia had been right in asserting that he leave immediately. Flying would take too long; by the time he would have set foot in Ireland, Willow would most likely be-So he took the only other option available, he called in a favor to an old warlock friend and was transported near the Coven's gathering place barely in time (much the same as when he had arrived in Sunnydale that spring).
Giles walked into the middle and stood by Willow.
"This is not your place, Rupert Giles," the voice reprimanded. "Your purpose has been served. The girl must deal with the consequences of her actions."
"I was the one you sent. I should at least be able to relate what went on."
"You are biased!"
"But he is also of those whom she hurt the most by her actions," the softer- voiced figure broke in.
"Actions have consequences!"
"And consequences cause actions. Let them speak. Time is of no import here."
"Fine, they may speak, but it has already been decided."
Her plane had arrived in Dublin early that (?) morning and she had immediately set out into the countryside to find . . . she didn't know what. Willow was just going where her intuition led her. About mid- afternoon she came across as stone circle and after that . . .
"Willow Rosenberg!" a deep voice boomed from the darkness.
"Hello?" she called timidly into the darkness.
"Illuminari!" another, softer voice called and suddenly the circle was bathed in torchlight.
Willow turned slowly around. She was surrounded by a circle of hooded figures.
"Willow Rosenberg!" the first voice boomed again. "You dare to come before us?"
She stopped shaking immediately. There was no reason she should cower in timidity. She had come a long way from the Willow Rosenberg of old, the good girl who obeyed. She may have gone a bit too far, but that was no reason for her to be acquiescent.
"I came for answers," she announced. "And I will not leave."
"Oh, you cannot leave. Until it is decided."
"Until what is decided?"
"Your life," inputted a familiar voice, as a figure broke through the circle.
"Giles?!"
~*~
Time had been of the essence. Cordelia had been right in asserting that he leave immediately. Flying would take too long; by the time he would have set foot in Ireland, Willow would most likely be-So he took the only other option available, he called in a favor to an old warlock friend and was transported near the Coven's gathering place barely in time (much the same as when he had arrived in Sunnydale that spring).
Giles walked into the middle and stood by Willow.
"This is not your place, Rupert Giles," the voice reprimanded. "Your purpose has been served. The girl must deal with the consequences of her actions."
"I was the one you sent. I should at least be able to relate what went on."
"You are biased!"
"But he is also of those whom she hurt the most by her actions," the softer- voiced figure broke in.
"Actions have consequences!"
"And consequences cause actions. Let them speak. Time is of no import here."
"Fine, they may speak, but it has already been decided."
