Chapter 6
The bright sunlight of the morning sun broke through the trees where Willow lay. Struggling to sit up, confusion clouded her mind as she tried to remember where she was, once she had though she wished she hadn't. She looked over to a bundle of burnt branches that was surrounded by stones; obviously the fire had died last night. On the opposite side of the remains of the fire lay Torrin with his eyes closed. Slowly Willow started to rise.
"Good Morrow Willow." Torrin spoke his eyes still closed.
"ekkkk!!!" Willow squealed and promptly fell back onto the blankets.
"I did not mean to startle you Willow." Torrin spoke softly as he began to rise in to a sitting position.
Willow stared at him with wide eyes, all at once her feelings started to erupt inside her, fear, anger, confusion and she burst.
"Did not mean to startle me? DID NOT MEAN TO STARTLE ME?" Willow's voice began to rise.
"Willow calm yourself."
"No I will not calm myself, in the past 24 hours, well I think its been 24 hours, well it doesn't matter, in what ever amount time it has been, I have been stabbed by a very big ugly demon, thrown through a window, woke up with these two silvery people staring at me, they hurled me into a puddle where I was naked, NAKED, and you are there seeing me in all my nudeness, you tell me I am 4000 years in the past and you tell me to be calm." Willow spoke all this while slowly walking until she was right in front of him, prodding her finger in to his chest. "Being calm is not a possibility at this point!"
Torrin looked down at the finger that was still pressed rather hard into his chest and smiled. Such spirit she might survive all that is to come with the fire she has inside her.
"You're smiling. This is not a smiley time, so, don't smile." Willow looked down to where her finger touched his chest, their heads started to rise at the same time, until their eyes locked. Willow jumped back quickly after realising how close they where.
Lowering her head as red tainted her cheeks, "Sorry. I just don't know what's going on and I'm confused and scared and more than a little angry and rightly so 'cos I'm not where I should be, which is at home in bed, or, or, or talking to Wesley trying to work out what the next evil thing is, and, and, th this is just a dream, a bad, bad dream, caused by stress, and, and, yeah, this is just a dream and I am going to wake up in my bed." Willow babbled on, Torrin was quiet amazed at the speed she spoke, not to mention the fact that she had managed to say all that in one breath.
Torrin deciding it was best to stop her tirade before she passed out or became more hysterical then she already was. He slowly stepped forward so as not to alarm her and placed his hand on her chin lifting her head so her eyes once again met his own. With his other hand he wiped the tears that had begun to fall.
"I am sorry Willow. I know this is frightening to you. But you are here for a reason, you have a destiny Willow. One of great importance, you are of great importance."
"But I'm no one, nothing special, am just plain old reliable……" Torrin placed his finger over her lips to silence her.
"You are very special Willow, and you will learn that. Have faith in yourself." Torrin smiled down at her, Willow smiled a timidly back at him.
"All right I'm calm. Will you please explain what is going on now." Willow asked while seating herself once again on the fur covers.
"If you believe you are prepared to be given such knowledge, I shall tell what I can." Seating himself opposite from Willow he began. "As I have already told you, you are about 4000 years from when you where born,"
"But how.." Willow interrupted. Torrin silenced her with a wave of his hand.
"Calm yourself, let me speak first. You are in the past, I do not know exactly the correct amount of years you have travelled back in time, but we shall find out another day. The Powers That Be are the ones responsible for sending you here, as well for the vision given to me. I have been sent to guide you, prepare you for the future, for your life." Again a hysterical and babbling Willow interrupted him.
"What kind of life, I'm going to grow old and die in the past, I'll never see my friends again, even though I don't really think I was going to see some of them again anyway, but, there must be a way to get back?"
"Willow! You will not grow old and die, there is great chance you will live to see them again."
"What? I don't understand." Torrin stood up and walked round to Willow, kneeling besides her he took her hands in his own.
"You are as I am, you will never grow old, you can neither become infected or die from disease, when you are cut you will heal. If you are ever stabbed through the heart you will wake up, you can not be killed by anything other then decapitation." Torrin looked into her tear filled eyes, smiling at her, trying to comfort her. "You are immortal."