Summary: What if Willow had succeeded in destroying the world, but saved the only one who still cared?

BTVS&Tamora Pierce Xover.

Disclaimer: I do not own or gain profit from the works of Joss Weadon or Tamora Pierce. They own them, I don't.

Rating: PG, for non-graphic violence, may change later.

NOTE: If you have not read the Immortals Series by Tamora Pierce you may be A little Lost, but I'll try to catch you up.

*thoughts* -mindspeach- "talking"

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NOTE: I've decided to start this with the Alana series, but I'll get there.

And Here We Go

Alana watched her brother Thom Ride towards the convent with Maude. It was going to be hard work, learning how to be a knight, but she could do it, she would.

The real thing that Alana was scarred of was being alone. She would be the only girl among scores of boys. Sure, she didn't think boys were gross and icky like most girls her age, but it was still going to be hard.

She looked over at Coram, she would have to tell him soon, he would figure it out eventually, and she didn't want to be at the palace when he did, it would cause too much of a scene.

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"She's going to be alone, your chosen." Mithros was not pleased with his sisters plan. This girl would break under the mortals knighthood.

"Mayhap that is so, but I do not believe that will be the case."

"Alone, dear Sister. None shall know her, and she will break."

"Do you curse my chosen, Brother?" The Great Mother Goddess was becoming vexed.

"Nay, Sister, I just state the truth, she will break, because even if she is surrounded by those she thinks as friends, they will not know her, and she will be alone."

-She will not be alone. An old one will be with her, and they will know.-

-Your Mother speaks wisley. They will overcome, and be strong. Others will join them, but later, for now it is them.-

"As you wish it, Father."

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On the other side of the country another was leaving home. She was the forgotten one. Her mother had died when she was four, and she had only met her father twice. This was the year that she was supposed to be sent off to the convent, but she had heard of no such plans. So she was leaving.

She was going to go to the capital, and learn to fight. Learn to fight for the people that had been kind to her her entire life in her fathers absence.

She had been saving the money the house financer, the man who allotted the fief's money, had been giving her as an allowance since she was old enough to go to the market. He would also be sending money to the palace for room and board.

Rupert, her servant, and stand-in father would be going with her as a manservant. He would room with her until she became a squire, and would help her whenever he could.

She chopped her long blond hair and filled her packs with breaches and a set of her fathers dress garb from when he was younger. On the inside of her packs it said Alexia, but on the outside, and on all of her clothes, it said Alex.

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