Title: Key To The First
Chapter: Help (5/?)
Author: Anna
E-Mail: mostunstableone@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
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Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS… believe me. If I was in charge, Dawn would be slaying…
Note: takes place after 'Storyteller'
The sun was just starting its evening descent in the sky over Sunnydale when Dawn began her spell. She and Andrew had moved all of the furniture out of the way to leave space in the center of the living room and Andrew was presently pouring a mix of herbs and sands in a circle around Dawn.
Dawn sat Indian-style in the center of the circle and she spread out her various trinkets in front of her. She had found a spell in one of Willow's books that seemed to fit the description of what she was looking for. It would give her inner-knowledge, tap into her mind so that she could remember something – anything – about her powers. As Andrew finished the circle he took a seat at the desk. He reached for the cap to the jar that had contained the sand and carefully screwed it back on to the jar. His nerves were getting the better of him and he made sure the jar was securely closed before he placed it down. Not knowing what to do with his hands, he picked at an invisible thread on his jeans.
"Do you have everything?" he asked, not looking up.
Dawn went through her list once more. "Frog's feet. Goat milk. Thyme. Two blue candles. Three sticks and a magic stone." She counted off her the items in front of her. "Got it."
"You know, it's really lucky that we had all those things in the house. Well, except for the goat milk. Although, that was really funny when you asked the guy at the store if they had goat milk and he asked you why you had a pet goat." He laughed for a second. "Honestly, people are-"
"Okay, let's get back on task, Andrew." Dawn interrupted him.
"Oh. Sorry. Go on." He leaned forward and watched as Dawn closed her eyes and started to chant.
Dawn fumbled over a few of the Latin words, but her pronunciation was good enough to initiate the magicks. A green glow rose from the two-dimensional circle and wrapped Dawn in a protective bubble. Andrew watched in amazement as Dawn's body rose slightly off the floor. Once she got the hang of it, Dawn's Latin never faltered and her eyes remained closed as she hovered a foot above the ground. The green glow folded under her to complete the magic sphere.
The green glow moved around her, causing a slight wind in the room. It picked up speed as Dawn's chanting got faster and soon she was shouting to be heard over the noise of the rushing wind.
"Rememdium." She shouted one last time. Suddenly Dawn realized that the noise had stopped. She slowly opened her eyes and discovered she was no longer in her living room, but… well, she didn't know. Feeling ground beneath her, she stood on shaky legs and looked at her surroundings. She was in a white room, if you could call it a room. She wasn't really sure. All she saw was pure white.
"You seek answers." A gentle voice stated. It seemed to come from everywhere at once, yet Dawn saw no one.
"I do." She answered. "Can you help me?"
It was quiet for a moment and Dawn was worried that she had said something wrong. It wasn't everyday she did this, so how was she to know?
"I can." The voice said. Dawn sighed in relief.
"How do I defeat the First Evil? How do I tap into my powers?" Dawn felt a cool breeze blow past her and as she turned she saw a form appear before her. The form, she soon realized, was that of a woman.
As the being solidified, Dawn could take in the details of her. She was tall, maybe about seven feet. She had shoulder length dark brown hair and dark brown eyes to match. Her skin was pale, very pale. Almost light enough to blend in with the white environment. Her gown was what stood out the most, though. It was long and purple, the color of royalty, and trimmed with silver. This woman was beautiful.
"You may call me Trecia." She said, "And I will help you. Tell me, why can't you fight this foe?" Trecia circled Dawn.
"It's powerful. It can manipulate people… it can open the Hellmouth…"
"No, child. Those things have been defeated before. They pose no threat to you. What is so special about the First Evil?" it stopped in front of her and looked deeply into her eyes. "Why can't you fight it?" Trecia slowly reached out a hand and squeezed Dawn's shoulder. "Why can't you hurt it?"
"Because I can't touch it. Because it's not solid. Non-corporeal." Dawn answered.
Trecia smiled. "Exactly. So what must you do to be able to fight it?"
"Make it physical. But how?" Dawn still didn't understand.
"There is an ancient remedy to your modern problem. It's simpler than you think. The energy inside of you is powerful. More powerful than anything you could ever dream of."
"Like Willow?" Dawn asked.
"The witch? You have more power in your pinky than she could ever have. That is why you can't fathom it. But you need to know how to use that energy, to channel it. Any ordinary spell can be magnified greatly by your blood. Use that to your advantage." Trecia released Dawn and slowly faded from her sight.
"Thank you, Trecia." Dawn called out, but she wasn't sure if she heard her. Suddenly the white world disintegrated before her eyes and she was back in her living room, sitting on the floor and covered in the green sand and herb mixture.
She looked up and saw Andrew with his mouth hanging open and his eyes bugging out of his head. "That was so cool." He said.
She laughed and stood up to dust herself off. "You have no idea."
Author's Note: Hey everyone! And to Asarielle… its evil, magic poison gas. That's why it can kill Spike. Lol… just go with it. Anyway, here was another short chapter. Sorry about the short-ness. Hope you liked it anyway… now click on that review button and tell me you love me!
