Everywhere she looked there was light and nothing but light. She could
make out vague forms and shapes, nothing more than that. It was like
looking at out of focus film negatives. Still, she knew what was out
there, even if she couldn't really see it. Her attention focused in on one
of the more defined blurs. The more she looked, the clearer things became.
A petite blonde who didn't look like she was capable of it was fending off three large assailants. The girl seemed to handle herself like this wasn't anything out of the ordinary, just another day. The girl wasn't alone, however. Two more girls stood off to the side, bathed in a bright glow, chanting in a long dead language. A dark haired boy and a middle-aged man kept any would-be assailants away from the duo. Her attention was caught by the blonde again, a fourth seemed to be sneaking up behind her. Just as he was about to attack, a figure with catlike quickness attacked from the shadows, subduing the attacker just as the girl was turning to take care of him.
"I can handle myself, thank you very much!" she shouted at the figure now standing in a pile of dust.
"Right, Slayer. Were you going to let him drain one pint or two before you realized he was there," he stood straightening up, platinum hair a sharp contrast to the all black he wore.
"Spike, when I want your help-" she whipped around, turning another assailant to dust "-I'll ask for it."
"Sure you will," he smirked, stalking off into the night.
Well, they were more exciting than a bunch of stuffy monks. Soon she would be one of this group, and she no longer minded as much. It was lonely just existing. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be human after all.
~*~
Dawn sat up in bed. It was the third time in less than a week that she had dreamt of her existence before. She had known before the monks did what they were going to do with her. How could she not; she was everywhere and everything. And as all knowing as they tried to be, even they weren't aware of all she was capable of. Only two beings knew of all that the Key was capable of: the Creator of the Key and the Key herself. As her constructed past was revealed as constructed, that left room for her real past to be remembered. It had taken time, but the monks were only mortal. The truth will out in the end. They could only protect humanity and the Key from herself for so long. There was a reason the Knights were sent to destroy the Key, and it wasn't to keep the dimensions closed.
A petite blonde who didn't look like she was capable of it was fending off three large assailants. The girl seemed to handle herself like this wasn't anything out of the ordinary, just another day. The girl wasn't alone, however. Two more girls stood off to the side, bathed in a bright glow, chanting in a long dead language. A dark haired boy and a middle-aged man kept any would-be assailants away from the duo. Her attention was caught by the blonde again, a fourth seemed to be sneaking up behind her. Just as he was about to attack, a figure with catlike quickness attacked from the shadows, subduing the attacker just as the girl was turning to take care of him.
"I can handle myself, thank you very much!" she shouted at the figure now standing in a pile of dust.
"Right, Slayer. Were you going to let him drain one pint or two before you realized he was there," he stood straightening up, platinum hair a sharp contrast to the all black he wore.
"Spike, when I want your help-" she whipped around, turning another assailant to dust "-I'll ask for it."
"Sure you will," he smirked, stalking off into the night.
Well, they were more exciting than a bunch of stuffy monks. Soon she would be one of this group, and she no longer minded as much. It was lonely just existing. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be human after all.
~*~
Dawn sat up in bed. It was the third time in less than a week that she had dreamt of her existence before. She had known before the monks did what they were going to do with her. How could she not; she was everywhere and everything. And as all knowing as they tried to be, even they weren't aware of all she was capable of. Only two beings knew of all that the Key was capable of: the Creator of the Key and the Key herself. As her constructed past was revealed as constructed, that left room for her real past to be remembered. It had taken time, but the monks were only mortal. The truth will out in the end. They could only protect humanity and the Key from herself for so long. There was a reason the Knights were sent to destroy the Key, and it wasn't to keep the dimensions closed.
