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Chapter 2
Darkness was all around her as she fell. Air whistled past her, stinging her cheeks, arms, and legs. Dawn tried to scream, but no sound would emit from her throat, her fear and pain unable to break through.
It was hot now, no longer cold, the scenery was different, darker, denser. It had often changed as she fell, going from one extreme to another. She knew that she was travelling through space, time, and dimensions. But to where exactly? Hell?
She would die; surely nothing could save her now, who would be in this god forsaken place? 'Was this what Buffy went through?' Dawn thought, 'Or was she going up? Going up to heaven, she must have, if I'm travelling to hell.' Dawn's momentum was gaining faster and faster she was tumbling now. Tumbling down to hell. Her hand griped the knife as tight as possible. Afraid to let it go.
If she was truly going to hell she would need a weapon, even one as small as this would become vital. She had seen what Angel was like after; she didn't want to become tormented. Apart from any cunning, and few self defence moves that Dawn had studied while watching the potentials, she was practically defenceless. Even at her age Buffy made her stay at home, 'I need you safe' but had Buffy ever thought that that was what Dawn wanted her to be? She was always left to research, looking after the potentials, never any field work for the slayer's little sister, even through she wasn't little any more, even now that she was a legal American adult.
Glory said that she wouldn't die, that she was immortal, but maybe she was wrong. What if Glory was just playing with her, wanting to see her reaction at a terrible lie? But she could be dead this very minute for all she knew. Maybe her soul had left her body to plummet down to the battle, while the life within her was pulled away within the energy that she was made from.
If she was dead didn't that mean Glory was as well? Glory was human, had not yet regained her God powers, and immortality. But Dawn had seen Glory's body disappear into the portal, into its bright light, but her body hadn't emerged from the other side, hadn't fallen through, its life force drained out of her.
Her hair was tangled, yet still managing to swirl around her. Dawn's body slick with sweat, small cuts and abrasions covered her bare skin; bruises in various colours making her look like a paint by numbers. The twisting and turning while falling in mid air was making her feel sick; her body was drained both physically and emotionally.
Dawn's gaze moved to the knife, and she studied it intently, it was a nice knife as far as knives go, silver, with intricate designs and patterns along the hilt. Her own dry blood coated the blade, the silver slightly visible underneath made her blood glow and simmer as if it had some unearthly quality about it, 'Well' Dawn thought sarcastically, 'I suppose it has.'
Her body continued to roll and tumble this way and that, and suddenly there was a glint of red, Dawn tried to keep her eyes open as her body feel, scanning the area around her for the colour of red again. There it was again, red, this time she could make out other colours along with as she twisted and turned her neck so the colour was constantly in her vision as she fell.
Red, gold, orange, yellow and black. Its outline was clear against the black background, due to the bright coloured flames which seemed to caress its body.
A voice full of power echoed in the air around her, it was as if she could felt the air vibrating with his commands. Low and gravely, Dawn was unable to make out what he was saying, but the tone of voice was clear.
The scenery had changed again. No longer was there any searing heat, but a bitter wind that sliced through Dawn's body, which turned her sweat to ice instantly.
She was coming closer now, this would be the end, please say that this would be the end, 'please, please, please let it be over' she begged in her mind. 'Let this be it.' She prayed fervently.
The voiced had ceased, and the creature was no longer moving, it's once brilliant flames fading, and burning out as its life force departed.
The creature loomed closer still, closer and closer until she was almost past it. Her arm's flailed, trying to get a grip on it. But she couldn't get a hold of it, her hands continued to slide over it scales. With a last attempt she drove the knife into it, and was left hanging for a few seconds. She could feel her grip on the knife starting to slip, to lessen, her hand started to slide down the handle before her arms and fingers gave way.
She was falling once again, this time to her doom, her only chance slipping way. Suddenly something wrapped itself around her wrist and wrenched her upwards, dislocating her shoulder. Dawn cried out in pain and fear. Reaching up with her other hand Dawn grasped the hand-hand?
In surprise and shock Dawn almost let go, but another hand reached down and grabbed her before she had let go. Slowly she felt her body being pulled up, using her legs against the side of the creature she helped to push herself up.
She was pulled over the edge after what felt like an eternity. Both of them collapsing side by side, breathing heavily before their sense returned. Suddenly dawn sprang up and fell into a defensive position. The figure cloaked in grey reached out and a stick flew into his hand.
"Who are you?" They both demanded at the same time. Eyes locked, studying their opponent, watch for any sign that they would be about to attack.
"Since I had the unfortunate task of saving your live you are indebted to me, therefore you shall go first, and only then if you are worthy of it shall you have mine." The voice was clear spoken, and obviously belonged to that of a man.
"My name is Dawn, and who might you be to address me in such a manner?" 'Maybe English lessons did pay off after all.really shouldn't have missed as many as I did.' Dawn thought.
"Gandalf the Grey" replied he, removing the hood from his face.
Chapter 2
Darkness was all around her as she fell. Air whistled past her, stinging her cheeks, arms, and legs. Dawn tried to scream, but no sound would emit from her throat, her fear and pain unable to break through.
It was hot now, no longer cold, the scenery was different, darker, denser. It had often changed as she fell, going from one extreme to another. She knew that she was travelling through space, time, and dimensions. But to where exactly? Hell?
She would die; surely nothing could save her now, who would be in this god forsaken place? 'Was this what Buffy went through?' Dawn thought, 'Or was she going up? Going up to heaven, she must have, if I'm travelling to hell.' Dawn's momentum was gaining faster and faster she was tumbling now. Tumbling down to hell. Her hand griped the knife as tight as possible. Afraid to let it go.
If she was truly going to hell she would need a weapon, even one as small as this would become vital. She had seen what Angel was like after; she didn't want to become tormented. Apart from any cunning, and few self defence moves that Dawn had studied while watching the potentials, she was practically defenceless. Even at her age Buffy made her stay at home, 'I need you safe' but had Buffy ever thought that that was what Dawn wanted her to be? She was always left to research, looking after the potentials, never any field work for the slayer's little sister, even through she wasn't little any more, even now that she was a legal American adult.
Glory said that she wouldn't die, that she was immortal, but maybe she was wrong. What if Glory was just playing with her, wanting to see her reaction at a terrible lie? But she could be dead this very minute for all she knew. Maybe her soul had left her body to plummet down to the battle, while the life within her was pulled away within the energy that she was made from.
If she was dead didn't that mean Glory was as well? Glory was human, had not yet regained her God powers, and immortality. But Dawn had seen Glory's body disappear into the portal, into its bright light, but her body hadn't emerged from the other side, hadn't fallen through, its life force drained out of her.
Her hair was tangled, yet still managing to swirl around her. Dawn's body slick with sweat, small cuts and abrasions covered her bare skin; bruises in various colours making her look like a paint by numbers. The twisting and turning while falling in mid air was making her feel sick; her body was drained both physically and emotionally.
Dawn's gaze moved to the knife, and she studied it intently, it was a nice knife as far as knives go, silver, with intricate designs and patterns along the hilt. Her own dry blood coated the blade, the silver slightly visible underneath made her blood glow and simmer as if it had some unearthly quality about it, 'Well' Dawn thought sarcastically, 'I suppose it has.'
Her body continued to roll and tumble this way and that, and suddenly there was a glint of red, Dawn tried to keep her eyes open as her body feel, scanning the area around her for the colour of red again. There it was again, red, this time she could make out other colours along with as she twisted and turned her neck so the colour was constantly in her vision as she fell.
Red, gold, orange, yellow and black. Its outline was clear against the black background, due to the bright coloured flames which seemed to caress its body.
A voice full of power echoed in the air around her, it was as if she could felt the air vibrating with his commands. Low and gravely, Dawn was unable to make out what he was saying, but the tone of voice was clear.
The scenery had changed again. No longer was there any searing heat, but a bitter wind that sliced through Dawn's body, which turned her sweat to ice instantly.
She was coming closer now, this would be the end, please say that this would be the end, 'please, please, please let it be over' she begged in her mind. 'Let this be it.' She prayed fervently.
The voiced had ceased, and the creature was no longer moving, it's once brilliant flames fading, and burning out as its life force departed.
The creature loomed closer still, closer and closer until she was almost past it. Her arm's flailed, trying to get a grip on it. But she couldn't get a hold of it, her hands continued to slide over it scales. With a last attempt she drove the knife into it, and was left hanging for a few seconds. She could feel her grip on the knife starting to slip, to lessen, her hand started to slide down the handle before her arms and fingers gave way.
She was falling once again, this time to her doom, her only chance slipping way. Suddenly something wrapped itself around her wrist and wrenched her upwards, dislocating her shoulder. Dawn cried out in pain and fear. Reaching up with her other hand Dawn grasped the hand-hand?
In surprise and shock Dawn almost let go, but another hand reached down and grabbed her before she had let go. Slowly she felt her body being pulled up, using her legs against the side of the creature she helped to push herself up.
She was pulled over the edge after what felt like an eternity. Both of them collapsing side by side, breathing heavily before their sense returned. Suddenly dawn sprang up and fell into a defensive position. The figure cloaked in grey reached out and a stick flew into his hand.
"Who are you?" They both demanded at the same time. Eyes locked, studying their opponent, watch for any sign that they would be about to attack.
"Since I had the unfortunate task of saving your live you are indebted to me, therefore you shall go first, and only then if you are worthy of it shall you have mine." The voice was clear spoken, and obviously belonged to that of a man.
"My name is Dawn, and who might you be to address me in such a manner?" 'Maybe English lessons did pay off after all.really shouldn't have missed as many as I did.' Dawn thought.
"Gandalf the Grey" replied he, removing the hood from his face.