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Chapter 2
Dawn felt herself being violently jerked around. She opened her eyes, and began to scream as she plummeted to the ground. She landed hard. When she looked up there was an axe in her face.
"Who are you?" the short, stout man holding the axe asked.
"I.I think that my name is Dawn," she managed to get out in a hoarse whisper. The last time she had said anything was so long ago that she could barely speak. She thought that her name was Dawn, but she could be wrong. It had been so long since she had heard her name that it sounded like a funny name for a key to have.
"You think?" a man with very long blonde hair asked her as he lowered his bow a little, but not enough to comfort her any.
" I don't know what my name is anymore!" she defended herself, and winced as one of the swords nicked her throat.
"Boromir!" yelled a strong, but old and pained sounding voice," Do not harm her! She is not of this world, and you do not know what power you release but shedding her blood!"
"Yes, I know now you., " someone behind her whispered. All she could tell was that he was a man. "You are the key."
"I am," she said, "but it's not my fault I'm here! I was forgotten for centuries!" she cried, with a look in her eye that made the man in front of her lower his axe to the ground.
"I don't know exactly what the key is, but you seem fine to me. I could never hurt such a slip of a girl anyway," he said in a gruff voice.
"The key is always sent where it is needed. This is the first time that I have seen it in an intelligent form though." the man behind her said. He sounded as though her were very graceful, and noble by the way that he spoke.
" Yes. You're right. The monks that made me wanted me to be able to make my own decisions. Most of my memories aren't even real. They just put them there so that I would think I was real, and so that I would have a personality that others would like. I have no family except for my sister, and my friend Spike. He's like a brother to me. They're all gone now though, and Buffy was never really my sister anyway. The monks planted the information in her brain that she was my sis. None of it all mattered in the end though did it?" she said in a harsh voice.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, my blood still opened all the icky hell dimensions,, and the only way to stop it was for me to die. My sister said that she would do it. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. They made me out of her. I jumped instead though. I still don't know why. I mean..I wanted to live, but I couldn't if I knew that everyone would blame me for her death. It just felt right. I didn't die though, so that means that Buffy had to jump too. All I did was save myself from guilt. I'm awful, and they're gone now. Long dead by now, and I'm left here, all alone to wallow in my petty guilt and despair." By the end of her speech, her throat was burning, and tears were falling from her eyes.
"How is it that you have feelings, and emotions? The last time I saw you, you were just a ball of unnaturally bright, white light."
"I still am on the inside. I don't know how I have anything. All the monks were killed, so it looks like I'll be this way for a while huh? There isn't anyone left who knows how to control me. Even I don't know the full extent of my god forsaken powers. So feel free to try and kill me. I don't think that it will work though."
"It will not." the old man said, "She is needed here for some reason, and I think that I know what it is. It must have to do with the ring. Why else would she be placed here? She will go with us."
The man called Boromir spoke up now, "It is not human, or of any kind here in middle earth. Why should we trust it?"
"I may not be human, but you should at least grace me with a gender! I am a female, and I have a name. It's Dawn!" she said as loud as she could, which was just below talking level.
"How can you be so sure?" he asked. "A minute ago you had no idea what it was."
"My name is Dawn. I am sure."
"Key or no, she is still a female," he said loudly, obviously hoping to get the others to realize this, and take his side.
"Female or not, I am still the key, which gives me access to things that your human mind couldn't comprehend! Both powerful and subtle, things that could destroy this world, or just one person if played at correctly." She didn't feel the same as she had when she first fell into the world. She felt strong, and like she was more than just Dawn. Like she was the key. The one who decided all of their fates in the end. All she had to do was pick a side, and the one with the cute blonde guy on it seemed good enough for her.
Chapter 2
Dawn felt herself being violently jerked around. She opened her eyes, and began to scream as she plummeted to the ground. She landed hard. When she looked up there was an axe in her face.
"Who are you?" the short, stout man holding the axe asked.
"I.I think that my name is Dawn," she managed to get out in a hoarse whisper. The last time she had said anything was so long ago that she could barely speak. She thought that her name was Dawn, but she could be wrong. It had been so long since she had heard her name that it sounded like a funny name for a key to have.
"You think?" a man with very long blonde hair asked her as he lowered his bow a little, but not enough to comfort her any.
" I don't know what my name is anymore!" she defended herself, and winced as one of the swords nicked her throat.
"Boromir!" yelled a strong, but old and pained sounding voice," Do not harm her! She is not of this world, and you do not know what power you release but shedding her blood!"
"Yes, I know now you., " someone behind her whispered. All she could tell was that he was a man. "You are the key."
"I am," she said, "but it's not my fault I'm here! I was forgotten for centuries!" she cried, with a look in her eye that made the man in front of her lower his axe to the ground.
"I don't know exactly what the key is, but you seem fine to me. I could never hurt such a slip of a girl anyway," he said in a gruff voice.
"The key is always sent where it is needed. This is the first time that I have seen it in an intelligent form though." the man behind her said. He sounded as though her were very graceful, and noble by the way that he spoke.
" Yes. You're right. The monks that made me wanted me to be able to make my own decisions. Most of my memories aren't even real. They just put them there so that I would think I was real, and so that I would have a personality that others would like. I have no family except for my sister, and my friend Spike. He's like a brother to me. They're all gone now though, and Buffy was never really my sister anyway. The monks planted the information in her brain that she was my sis. None of it all mattered in the end though did it?" she said in a harsh voice.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, my blood still opened all the icky hell dimensions,, and the only way to stop it was for me to die. My sister said that she would do it. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. They made me out of her. I jumped instead though. I still don't know why. I mean..I wanted to live, but I couldn't if I knew that everyone would blame me for her death. It just felt right. I didn't die though, so that means that Buffy had to jump too. All I did was save myself from guilt. I'm awful, and they're gone now. Long dead by now, and I'm left here, all alone to wallow in my petty guilt and despair." By the end of her speech, her throat was burning, and tears were falling from her eyes.
"How is it that you have feelings, and emotions? The last time I saw you, you were just a ball of unnaturally bright, white light."
"I still am on the inside. I don't know how I have anything. All the monks were killed, so it looks like I'll be this way for a while huh? There isn't anyone left who knows how to control me. Even I don't know the full extent of my god forsaken powers. So feel free to try and kill me. I don't think that it will work though."
"It will not." the old man said, "She is needed here for some reason, and I think that I know what it is. It must have to do with the ring. Why else would she be placed here? She will go with us."
The man called Boromir spoke up now, "It is not human, or of any kind here in middle earth. Why should we trust it?"
"I may not be human, but you should at least grace me with a gender! I am a female, and I have a name. It's Dawn!" she said as loud as she could, which was just below talking level.
"How can you be so sure?" he asked. "A minute ago you had no idea what it was."
"My name is Dawn. I am sure."
"Key or no, she is still a female," he said loudly, obviously hoping to get the others to realize this, and take his side.
"Female or not, I am still the key, which gives me access to things that your human mind couldn't comprehend! Both powerful and subtle, things that could destroy this world, or just one person if played at correctly." She didn't feel the same as she had when she first fell into the world. She felt strong, and like she was more than just Dawn. Like she was the key. The one who decided all of their fates in the end. All she had to do was pick a side, and the one with the cute blonde guy on it seemed good enough for her.