Oz has just sent for his stuff, Buffy and Riley are just
getting started, and Spike is chained in the Bathtub. Willow
never casts the I-will-it-so spell. She tries something else
instead.
The ancient Greek later on is written as it is pronounced not
as its actually spelt (or at least how I pronounce it).
Moonlit Knight
The bed banged against the balcony windows causing them to shake alarmingly in their frames, not that Willow noticed it her mind was focused on one thing only and one thing only :Oz. He had cheated on her with that SLUT, then they had both tried to kill her, then he had run away and he had said it had been for the best. The term 'son of a bitch' was all too true in this case and what made things even worse was she missed him.
"BASTARD!" she screamed throwing a couple of stuffed toys onto the bed, off which they had fallen; "If I see him again I'm going to turn him into a coat! You SHIT! Running away like the coward you are. I hope that I nev.nev.ne. Oh Oz. Why did you go? I miss you so, so much. It hurts without you." Tears falling down her face she continued to shove the furniture of her room around, clearing a space in the middle of the floor. Grabbing her book of shadows from the desk she opened it to the page she had marked earlier and poured intently over the diagrams for the casting circle that she had copied down a few days before.
It had seemed like fate when she had read the spell in one of Giles books, the ones she was not supposed to be looking at, helping him arrange his books she had decided had been more than worth it firstly for the distraction from thinking about Oz's betrayal and for seeing that book. She had only noticed it by accident finding it wrapped in leather at the bottom of a large box full of old Watcher diaries, when she had finally got it unwrapped it had been magnificent. It was covered in silver, pure she was sure of that, and the pages were made of polished ebony on which the text had been engraved with the diagrams and first letter of each page embossed with yet more silver. The front cover showed a carving of the phases of the moon with a legend written in ancient Greek - a language she had started to learn through her studies of magic - beneath: 'The Book of the Goddess, The Lady of Moonlight'. It had enthralled her so much that she almost didn't notice Giles returning with the 'jelly 'n mix' he had promised her as a reward for her help. Willow was not sure why she had shoved both the book and leather wrappings into her bag neither why she had not placed it back when Giles got into an argument with Spike a while later - an argument which had lasted a good twenty minutes or so and had taught her a great many English curses and swear words. However, back in the dorm that night she had gotten it out and eagerly read till she had discovered the spell she was now preparing to perform. Thought she had been unable to translate the exact name of the spell it had said that it gave strength to aid those in pain and when Oz had left it had hurt more than anything that she had ever felt before. When he had sent for his stuff Willow was sure the only thing that had kept her from suicide was the anger, but it didn't have the strength to sustain her and too often she had broken down unable to hide behind its walls. This spell was her last hope, it would give her the extra strength to get through the pain, maybe even enough to get on with her life and stop the agony that was eating away at her inside. What had decided it for her was the fact that the spell needed to be performed during a lunar eclipse - when the earth was between the sun and the moon - and just such an event was due to occur in two days later. She had copied the spell into one of her own spell books that second and the silver book was back at Giles' the next day, he hadn't noticed its' disappearance and it had later vanished to some unknown part of the apartment.
Now was the night of the eclipse and Willow was ready.
Grabbing a bottle of silver and quartz filings she the young witch started to draw out the circle that would focus her magics. Leaving a gap just wide enough for her to walk through she put the now nearly empty bottle inside and retrieved the other items that she required for the casting. Walking through the hole she laid out the items in a half circle facing north, making sure that her book of shadows sat to the left and her and her athema to the right with a silver mixing bowl at the apex. Only two things left and she could begin the end of her pain. Almost smiling in anticipation Willow left the incomplete circle, making sure to exit via the space she had left, and switched off the light. Hurriedly pulling off her clothes she threw them into a corner out of the way and stood naked in the moonlight that streamed in through her windows. It lit the room almost as brightly as the sun and felt almost tangible against her bare skin as she walked back into the circle where she stooped and poured the remainder of the flask into the gap she had left completing the protective ring. Hurriedly Willow picked up four small mirrors, walking to the east she placed the first on the floor by the silver ring doing the same at each of the other points before returning to sit cross-legged in the middle of the ring.
"I will show Oz that I can carry on without him. Prick couldn't even keep his paws to himself. I don't need him. Once this is done no more mopping around for Willow. No sir!" Wiping roughly at her eyes, where tears were once again threatening to form, she closed her eyes and began to chant.
"I call to Air, element of the East, Guard me and mine with love and peace, And guard this circle in the East.
I call to Fire, element of the South, Guard me and mine with vigour and youth, And guard this circle in the South.
I call to Water, element of the West, Guard me and mine in life and death, And guard this circle in the West.
I call to Earth, element of the North, Guard me and mine now and forth, And protect this circle in the North."
As she completed the call each of the mirrors flashed and the circle began to glow with a silvery, internal light. Opening her eyes, Willow smiled. The first part was done soon she would be over Oz, or, at the very least, no longer able to feel like her heart had been torn out and salt poured into the raw gapping wound that was left. The mixing bowl was next; lifting it towards her she placed it in her lap shivering as it's cold sides touched her thighs. Once she was sure the bowl was steady she lifted her left hand and held it above the silver surface while her right hand picked up the knife and placed its point against her palm. Taking a deep breath Willow prepared herself to start the casting.
"Chorion en euche me en phobos mete mauia En philia sophe kai aletheia gurnos preks doksati Aiteo thuo o aima glukus thea"
The light from the circle grew stronger as the moon turned dark as the eclipse began.
"Kore, graus, kai gune kaio meta boules Maten tes nuktou paradidomi, o aim, o psuche Boetheia therapeneis boules - elephthen e doron Aiteo eisbole, o melas thea"
Gritting her teeth she pushed forward with the knife cutting deeply into the palm of her left hand. Tears began to well behind her eyes at the pain but Willow refused to stop, it was nothing compared to the torment of betrayal. Reversing the bloody knife she placed it in her injured hand and cut into her right palm. Tears and blood fell into the bowl and the silver light grew stronger pulsing in time with the tortured heart of the young girl at the centre. Panting through the pain she began again:
"Basileou selene. - elabon o bios Ina. boules therepense. ethelo Therapeuo su. gunes nuktos. thugater eis thanatos Aiteo. os se teknon Eimi aksioe. kato biblos kai. somate
As the bowl filled with her life's blood and tears Willow watched as the red mixture twisted and spun growing darker and darker as the eclipse reached its zenith removing the moon from the sky. The pulsating silver light filled the room reflecting from her pale skin and turning her auburn hair to a bright crimson as she raised her bleeding hands towards the ceiling and called out once again as the blood began to run in rivulets down her arms.
"Melaina archaios dunamis, oios te eimi Erotao, kaio, pisteuo Eime etoimos eas edeksamen sos dunamis tosoutos"
The plea ended in a scream as blood exploded from the cuts and poured down her body. Willow clutched her hands against her chest smearing the blood across her skin as she futilely tried to stop the blood, she tried to stand but the lose of blood and the weight of the bowl in which it had been caught was too great. Tears ran down her face, mixed with the blood that covered her body and continued on. The room began to spin before her eyes and the now black blood in the bowl settled looking like a void against the blinding light that filled the room. Willow knew she was dying, that the spell was killing her, but that wasn't what was suppose to happen. She had to finish the spell it was the only way. Choking back her sobs the dying girl raised her head and looked at the words in the book beside her.
"D. dakruo k.k.kai apothn.esko di.di.dia en bom.os ag.agan a.aim"
Suddenly her arms shot forward and grasped the bowl, her voice growing stronger as her vision began to fade.
"Pino nukou semnas thea ansignumi o soma sos dunamis"
The black blood began to boil and flow over the edged of the bowl covering her hands and legs in bubbling darkness.
"Boulomai eis bios!"
The darkness rushed upwards, covering Willows' entire body and suddenly vanished leaving her limp and naked body to take the full force of the blast as the silver circle exploded shattering the mirrors and throwing her against the wall with a sickening thud. The light storm continued for a few more seconds scattering the filings and throwing any loose items around the room before it dissipated leaving the naked body of the young witch in a pool of blood and shattered mirror glass.
Moonlit Knight
The bed banged against the balcony windows causing them to shake alarmingly in their frames, not that Willow noticed it her mind was focused on one thing only and one thing only :Oz. He had cheated on her with that SLUT, then they had both tried to kill her, then he had run away and he had said it had been for the best. The term 'son of a bitch' was all too true in this case and what made things even worse was she missed him.
"BASTARD!" she screamed throwing a couple of stuffed toys onto the bed, off which they had fallen; "If I see him again I'm going to turn him into a coat! You SHIT! Running away like the coward you are. I hope that I nev.nev.ne. Oh Oz. Why did you go? I miss you so, so much. It hurts without you." Tears falling down her face she continued to shove the furniture of her room around, clearing a space in the middle of the floor. Grabbing her book of shadows from the desk she opened it to the page she had marked earlier and poured intently over the diagrams for the casting circle that she had copied down a few days before.
It had seemed like fate when she had read the spell in one of Giles books, the ones she was not supposed to be looking at, helping him arrange his books she had decided had been more than worth it firstly for the distraction from thinking about Oz's betrayal and for seeing that book. She had only noticed it by accident finding it wrapped in leather at the bottom of a large box full of old Watcher diaries, when she had finally got it unwrapped it had been magnificent. It was covered in silver, pure she was sure of that, and the pages were made of polished ebony on which the text had been engraved with the diagrams and first letter of each page embossed with yet more silver. The front cover showed a carving of the phases of the moon with a legend written in ancient Greek - a language she had started to learn through her studies of magic - beneath: 'The Book of the Goddess, The Lady of Moonlight'. It had enthralled her so much that she almost didn't notice Giles returning with the 'jelly 'n mix' he had promised her as a reward for her help. Willow was not sure why she had shoved both the book and leather wrappings into her bag neither why she had not placed it back when Giles got into an argument with Spike a while later - an argument which had lasted a good twenty minutes or so and had taught her a great many English curses and swear words. However, back in the dorm that night she had gotten it out and eagerly read till she had discovered the spell she was now preparing to perform. Thought she had been unable to translate the exact name of the spell it had said that it gave strength to aid those in pain and when Oz had left it had hurt more than anything that she had ever felt before. When he had sent for his stuff Willow was sure the only thing that had kept her from suicide was the anger, but it didn't have the strength to sustain her and too often she had broken down unable to hide behind its walls. This spell was her last hope, it would give her the extra strength to get through the pain, maybe even enough to get on with her life and stop the agony that was eating away at her inside. What had decided it for her was the fact that the spell needed to be performed during a lunar eclipse - when the earth was between the sun and the moon - and just such an event was due to occur in two days later. She had copied the spell into one of her own spell books that second and the silver book was back at Giles' the next day, he hadn't noticed its' disappearance and it had later vanished to some unknown part of the apartment.
Now was the night of the eclipse and Willow was ready.
Grabbing a bottle of silver and quartz filings she the young witch started to draw out the circle that would focus her magics. Leaving a gap just wide enough for her to walk through she put the now nearly empty bottle inside and retrieved the other items that she required for the casting. Walking through the hole she laid out the items in a half circle facing north, making sure that her book of shadows sat to the left and her and her athema to the right with a silver mixing bowl at the apex. Only two things left and she could begin the end of her pain. Almost smiling in anticipation Willow left the incomplete circle, making sure to exit via the space she had left, and switched off the light. Hurriedly pulling off her clothes she threw them into a corner out of the way and stood naked in the moonlight that streamed in through her windows. It lit the room almost as brightly as the sun and felt almost tangible against her bare skin as she walked back into the circle where she stooped and poured the remainder of the flask into the gap she had left completing the protective ring. Hurriedly Willow picked up four small mirrors, walking to the east she placed the first on the floor by the silver ring doing the same at each of the other points before returning to sit cross-legged in the middle of the ring.
"I will show Oz that I can carry on without him. Prick couldn't even keep his paws to himself. I don't need him. Once this is done no more mopping around for Willow. No sir!" Wiping roughly at her eyes, where tears were once again threatening to form, she closed her eyes and began to chant.
"I call to Air, element of the East, Guard me and mine with love and peace, And guard this circle in the East.
I call to Fire, element of the South, Guard me and mine with vigour and youth, And guard this circle in the South.
I call to Water, element of the West, Guard me and mine in life and death, And guard this circle in the West.
I call to Earth, element of the North, Guard me and mine now and forth, And protect this circle in the North."
As she completed the call each of the mirrors flashed and the circle began to glow with a silvery, internal light. Opening her eyes, Willow smiled. The first part was done soon she would be over Oz, or, at the very least, no longer able to feel like her heart had been torn out and salt poured into the raw gapping wound that was left. The mixing bowl was next; lifting it towards her she placed it in her lap shivering as it's cold sides touched her thighs. Once she was sure the bowl was steady she lifted her left hand and held it above the silver surface while her right hand picked up the knife and placed its point against her palm. Taking a deep breath Willow prepared herself to start the casting.
"Chorion en euche me en phobos mete mauia En philia sophe kai aletheia gurnos preks doksati Aiteo thuo o aima glukus thea"
The light from the circle grew stronger as the moon turned dark as the eclipse began.
"Kore, graus, kai gune kaio meta boules Maten tes nuktou paradidomi, o aim, o psuche Boetheia therapeneis boules - elephthen e doron Aiteo eisbole, o melas thea"
Gritting her teeth she pushed forward with the knife cutting deeply into the palm of her left hand. Tears began to well behind her eyes at the pain but Willow refused to stop, it was nothing compared to the torment of betrayal. Reversing the bloody knife she placed it in her injured hand and cut into her right palm. Tears and blood fell into the bowl and the silver light grew stronger pulsing in time with the tortured heart of the young girl at the centre. Panting through the pain she began again:
"Basileou selene. - elabon o bios Ina. boules therepense. ethelo Therapeuo su. gunes nuktos. thugater eis thanatos Aiteo. os se teknon Eimi aksioe. kato biblos kai. somate
As the bowl filled with her life's blood and tears Willow watched as the red mixture twisted and spun growing darker and darker as the eclipse reached its zenith removing the moon from the sky. The pulsating silver light filled the room reflecting from her pale skin and turning her auburn hair to a bright crimson as she raised her bleeding hands towards the ceiling and called out once again as the blood began to run in rivulets down her arms.
"Melaina archaios dunamis, oios te eimi Erotao, kaio, pisteuo Eime etoimos eas edeksamen sos dunamis tosoutos"
The plea ended in a scream as blood exploded from the cuts and poured down her body. Willow clutched her hands against her chest smearing the blood across her skin as she futilely tried to stop the blood, she tried to stand but the lose of blood and the weight of the bowl in which it had been caught was too great. Tears ran down her face, mixed with the blood that covered her body and continued on. The room began to spin before her eyes and the now black blood in the bowl settled looking like a void against the blinding light that filled the room. Willow knew she was dying, that the spell was killing her, but that wasn't what was suppose to happen. She had to finish the spell it was the only way. Choking back her sobs the dying girl raised her head and looked at the words in the book beside her.
"D. dakruo k.k.kai apothn.esko di.di.dia en bom.os ag.agan a.aim"
Suddenly her arms shot forward and grasped the bowl, her voice growing stronger as her vision began to fade.
"Pino nukou semnas thea ansignumi o soma sos dunamis"
The black blood began to boil and flow over the edged of the bowl covering her hands and legs in bubbling darkness.
"Boulomai eis bios!"
The darkness rushed upwards, covering Willows' entire body and suddenly vanished leaving her limp and naked body to take the full force of the blast as the silver circle exploded shattering the mirrors and throwing her against the wall with a sickening thud. The light storm continued for a few more seconds scattering the filings and throwing any loose items around the room before it dissipated leaving the naked body of the young witch in a pool of blood and shattered mirror glass.