Willow and Xander sat cross-legged before the Oracle's golden tripod. The
Oracle sat behind the tripod covered by a golden veil, her lithe form
sitting on a bench of marble. The room alight with the many torches that
burned but gave off no smoke. Willow could feel the magics that made the
fires burn, she could feel the energies channeling out from the Oracle as
if her very presence was in tuned with nature. Willow marveled internally
at such masterful control over the elements and natural vibrations. Accacia
knelt before the Oracle and with her head bowed petitioned "Great Oracle,
please tell us mortals how our future shall be."
"Accacia." The Oracle lifted her head. As she lifted her head a gentle breeze blew the veil upwards and revealed her face. The Oracle had survived many years of strife but time was kind to her. The powers of sight had preserved her physical health but as a student of nature she found it best to age. Her appearance just a scant off of mid sixty, Xander leaned backwards and propped himself upon his arms. 'If she ages twenty years every millennia then hmmm she could be about.'
'Xander!' in a hushed tone Willow's voice interrupted his arithmetic. 'The Oracle can probably hear what you're thinking.'
"It's alright Willow." Willow's head turned to the Oracle. "Yes I am very old." A smile graced the Oracle's face and she began to stand.
"Please great Oracle let me help you up." Accacia said while rising to her feet still not looking directly at her.
"No no Accacia please. I can do this on my own. Please our guests must be very thirsty from such a long journey." Her tone wasn't of an old woman frustrated with her ineptitude but it carried a very motherly warmth to it.
"Oh gotcha." With that Accacia jumped up and briskly walked into the backroom.
"Great Oracle." Willow announced while approaching. "Your power is overwhelming. It's magnificent." Xander didn't actually understand what was so great about any of this. He lacked the capacity to sense the magics at work. The domed ceiling crackled with an invisible net that kept the earth above from raining down and crushing them. While above that net was a blanketing field of magic that protected them even further from prying eyes and scrying demons.
"Yes Willow, what you're sensing now is true. There is a net above us and another spell set upon that. But you are a powerful sorceress yourself. Speaking for myself personally I'm still a little juiced from that spell that you did to release the Slayer's essence. Oh my I said "juiced" didn't I? I'm started to speak like Accacia." The Oracle laughed to herself.
Xander and Willow both felt a little better, having a great seer speak eighties slang was an odd comfort for both of them.
"Please Willow call me Dahlia, and you to Xander. Don't be intimidated. If you like I could." The Oracle fluttered her fingers in front of her face and spoke a short phrase in Greek.
"Wow." Xander's eyes bugged out. The glamour made the Oracle appear twenty.
"It's alright umm Dahlia. But can you please tell us why you've summoned us." Willow said just before motioning to Xander that his mouth was still open and gawking.
"Oh of course. But I think it's best that I show you. But before I do." The Oracle stopped and looked over at the door to the back room.
Accacia popped out carrying a tray, "Who wants cocoa?"
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Melissa Cane shook her head, she was reeling from whatever hit her. Her brown hair hanging in front of her face as she inspected the cut on her lip, somebody had punched her or something. Where was she? The room was dark and musty, but there was a sickly sweet smell in the air.
"Come on Melissa. You gotta come with us to the circus, I hear Brett's gonna be there." Melissa's friend Sheyla leaned over her side to tease her. The bus hit a bump and that sent Sheyla flying over into the back of the bus seat in front of her.
"Ow." Sheyla groaned.
"Alright Shey but if I don't end up kissing him tonight then I'm never gonna talk to you again." Melissa said giggling. She reached out her hand to her floored buddy.
"Right, got it. No smoochies then no talkies. But I gotta say Lissa wouldn't it be romantic? Sitting on the top of a ferris wheel watching the fireworks bursting and holding hands and then that famed kiss that eclipses everything else around you? Alright I have got to stop reading those novels they sell at the supermarket check out counters." That made both of the girls giggle. Melissa felt something like electricity trickle through her body, starting from the crown of her head a warm energy filled her very being. She closed her eyes for a second to fully appreciate the power that crashed against her being.
"Hey Mel a little help here?" Sheyla asked looking almost pouty.
"Oh sure, sorry Shey. Here you go." She said as she stuck her hand out.
"Thanks. Wow Mel you got a grip now. Can't wait to see if you can use those on the rope climb for Mr. Gunderson."
"You mean Miss Gunderson?"
"Well she teaches PE and has more body hair then my uncle who lives in Russia."
"Come on Shay." The bus had stopped in front of Halloway High school and the two girls traipsed out ready to face the horrors of being a high schooler.
Melissa had touched something like spider web brushing against her face. That had jolted her back to reality.
"If this is some sort of joke Brett." Melissa cut her threat short when she heard whimpering. She wasn't alone in the room there was another.
"Hello? Is someone there?" Melissa's precarious steps towards the source of the voice quickened.
"Stay away from me." It was a girl's voice she thought to herself. "Look you bastard! Do you know who I am? I'm a Slayer. And when I get out of here I will rip your painted face a new one do you understand me?"
"Excuse me." It was too dark for any of them to see each other but what Melissa could make out from the voice was that the girl was about her age and also very scared. "My name is Melissa. Umm can you tell me where I am?"
Something inside of Melissa told her to lean back a few inches. She obliged the feeling, knuckles had passed through the space where her face used to be.
"You're a Slayer to huh?" the darkness had called her.
"A what?" Melissa's day just kept getting weirder and weirder.
"A Slayer. Here let's talk I'm Kat." She heard the flick of a lighter being lit and smelled paper burning. There was finally light in that dark room. Kat had a black choker around her neck and obviously dyed black hair.
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That little snippet may seem out of place but that's what's happening at the time when Willow and Xander are in Greece. This is the beginning of my second part to this three part concurrent story deal that I'm planning to do. So yah. Sorry if this isn't exactly what you'd expected to read about. It may seem kinda weird but I guarentee you it will make sense later. Cyah don't forget to review and THANKS FOR READING MY STUFF!
"Accacia." The Oracle lifted her head. As she lifted her head a gentle breeze blew the veil upwards and revealed her face. The Oracle had survived many years of strife but time was kind to her. The powers of sight had preserved her physical health but as a student of nature she found it best to age. Her appearance just a scant off of mid sixty, Xander leaned backwards and propped himself upon his arms. 'If she ages twenty years every millennia then hmmm she could be about.'
'Xander!' in a hushed tone Willow's voice interrupted his arithmetic. 'The Oracle can probably hear what you're thinking.'
"It's alright Willow." Willow's head turned to the Oracle. "Yes I am very old." A smile graced the Oracle's face and she began to stand.
"Please great Oracle let me help you up." Accacia said while rising to her feet still not looking directly at her.
"No no Accacia please. I can do this on my own. Please our guests must be very thirsty from such a long journey." Her tone wasn't of an old woman frustrated with her ineptitude but it carried a very motherly warmth to it.
"Oh gotcha." With that Accacia jumped up and briskly walked into the backroom.
"Great Oracle." Willow announced while approaching. "Your power is overwhelming. It's magnificent." Xander didn't actually understand what was so great about any of this. He lacked the capacity to sense the magics at work. The domed ceiling crackled with an invisible net that kept the earth above from raining down and crushing them. While above that net was a blanketing field of magic that protected them even further from prying eyes and scrying demons.
"Yes Willow, what you're sensing now is true. There is a net above us and another spell set upon that. But you are a powerful sorceress yourself. Speaking for myself personally I'm still a little juiced from that spell that you did to release the Slayer's essence. Oh my I said "juiced" didn't I? I'm started to speak like Accacia." The Oracle laughed to herself.
Xander and Willow both felt a little better, having a great seer speak eighties slang was an odd comfort for both of them.
"Please Willow call me Dahlia, and you to Xander. Don't be intimidated. If you like I could." The Oracle fluttered her fingers in front of her face and spoke a short phrase in Greek.
"Wow." Xander's eyes bugged out. The glamour made the Oracle appear twenty.
"It's alright umm Dahlia. But can you please tell us why you've summoned us." Willow said just before motioning to Xander that his mouth was still open and gawking.
"Oh of course. But I think it's best that I show you. But before I do." The Oracle stopped and looked over at the door to the back room.
Accacia popped out carrying a tray, "Who wants cocoa?"
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Melissa Cane shook her head, she was reeling from whatever hit her. Her brown hair hanging in front of her face as she inspected the cut on her lip, somebody had punched her or something. Where was she? The room was dark and musty, but there was a sickly sweet smell in the air.
"Come on Melissa. You gotta come with us to the circus, I hear Brett's gonna be there." Melissa's friend Sheyla leaned over her side to tease her. The bus hit a bump and that sent Sheyla flying over into the back of the bus seat in front of her.
"Ow." Sheyla groaned.
"Alright Shey but if I don't end up kissing him tonight then I'm never gonna talk to you again." Melissa said giggling. She reached out her hand to her floored buddy.
"Right, got it. No smoochies then no talkies. But I gotta say Lissa wouldn't it be romantic? Sitting on the top of a ferris wheel watching the fireworks bursting and holding hands and then that famed kiss that eclipses everything else around you? Alright I have got to stop reading those novels they sell at the supermarket check out counters." That made both of the girls giggle. Melissa felt something like electricity trickle through her body, starting from the crown of her head a warm energy filled her very being. She closed her eyes for a second to fully appreciate the power that crashed against her being.
"Hey Mel a little help here?" Sheyla asked looking almost pouty.
"Oh sure, sorry Shey. Here you go." She said as she stuck her hand out.
"Thanks. Wow Mel you got a grip now. Can't wait to see if you can use those on the rope climb for Mr. Gunderson."
"You mean Miss Gunderson?"
"Well she teaches PE and has more body hair then my uncle who lives in Russia."
"Come on Shay." The bus had stopped in front of Halloway High school and the two girls traipsed out ready to face the horrors of being a high schooler.
Melissa had touched something like spider web brushing against her face. That had jolted her back to reality.
"If this is some sort of joke Brett." Melissa cut her threat short when she heard whimpering. She wasn't alone in the room there was another.
"Hello? Is someone there?" Melissa's precarious steps towards the source of the voice quickened.
"Stay away from me." It was a girl's voice she thought to herself. "Look you bastard! Do you know who I am? I'm a Slayer. And when I get out of here I will rip your painted face a new one do you understand me?"
"Excuse me." It was too dark for any of them to see each other but what Melissa could make out from the voice was that the girl was about her age and also very scared. "My name is Melissa. Umm can you tell me where I am?"
Something inside of Melissa told her to lean back a few inches. She obliged the feeling, knuckles had passed through the space where her face used to be.
"You're a Slayer to huh?" the darkness had called her.
"A what?" Melissa's day just kept getting weirder and weirder.
"A Slayer. Here let's talk I'm Kat." She heard the flick of a lighter being lit and smelled paper burning. There was finally light in that dark room. Kat had a black choker around her neck and obviously dyed black hair.
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That little snippet may seem out of place but that's what's happening at the time when Willow and Xander are in Greece. This is the beginning of my second part to this three part concurrent story deal that I'm planning to do. So yah. Sorry if this isn't exactly what you'd expected to read about. It may seem kinda weird but I guarentee you it will make sense later. Cyah don't forget to review and THANKS FOR READING MY STUFF!