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The Congo: Buffy's POV

I was crying. Not in the overly melodramatic sense of the word where gut wrenching screams are sure to follow the horde of tears, but in a quiet way. "Don't cry" my husband whispered bending down over my body to brush his hands across my forehead, removing non-existent stray hairs.

"Why not?" I asked scornfully. I immediately regretted it, not the words so much as the tone in which I said them, and my husband; the immortal cowered, I knew I had over crossed a small boundary.

"Because I didn't know any of this before, I still don't know all of it" He sounded so apologetic, it was hard to feel angry any more, of course that didn't mean I was going to be suddenly happy.

"You don't remember that you destroyed more then one village?" Liam withdrew again.

"No, But I just remember the evil now, not the rest of that? How could I tell you of something I didn't know?" Liam threw his hands in the air.

It wasn't his fault, even in my anger I knew that if nothing else. While that and the fact that I truly loved him. He seemed to sense that instinctually and so he bent over and kissed me. It didn't fix everything, but it helped a lot.

"It's OK," I said wiping tears from my cheek and bravely squaring my shoulders.

"No" Liam said, slowly standing up, his hands gently caressing my cheek, "But it will be"

Liam talked to the head shadie, about the state of the world, and what had happened here during Liam's absence. I quickly became bored, and wandered off down one of the gold encrusted hallways.

It was quiet there; I had time to deal with my issues. My husband had apparently been created to serve God. My husband had wiped out a town. A whole town. I turned and found my self staring at a picture.

I don't know what the picture was of, it was green or orange or something, they kind of melded into one tone, and it was hard to distinguish what colour it was. It pulled me in closer; I stroked the surface, lightly at first and then harder, trying to tease the knowledge out of the foreign tapestry.

"Allo?" I jumped at the feminine voice, shivers running up my spine, I turned (in fighting stance) to challenge her, and found only another shadie.

I shifted my body back into its normal position and returned her greeting "Hello". I tried to hide the painting behinds my back. She saw it in anyway

"It's very beautiful," I said trying to cover up the fact that I was attempting to hide it only moments before.

"Yes" the shadie replied, her head bobbing oddly. She moved closer to it. "That's a lovely phrase"

I who had not even noticed the small inlaid script up to that point asked. "What does it say?"

The shadie cleared her thought and then said in a low sweet, musical voice

"A lover shell spring in time,

Hard to wound and to kill she will be

But a mortal in body and blood

Till the world is saved by her gift"

The shadie stopped. The saying, no the prophecy continued to reverberate within me. "Well what is the gift?"

The shadie smiled knowingly "self sacrifice, giving up the things she holds so dear, to help another"

I nodded, knowing that I was prophecy girl. "Why does it stay that"?

The shadie smiled slightly "because the person who turned the prophecy into verse form couldn't figure out how to make it into the same rhyme scheme. The portion, not in rhyme is on the back"

The painting was a mural, so I couldn't see how it could possibly have that on the back. "Could you show it to me?" I asked.

The shadie nodded. Flattened her palm and pressed it against the wall then lifted. A small perfectly circular medallion with my prophecy on it now rested in her hands.

She offered the medallion to me, and I looked at both side, almost illegibly covered with script. This was my prophecy. My future. My sacrifice.

That's when Liam appeared from down the hall, and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the door,

"What?" I looked into Liam's eyes then, and saw the darkness there.

'The cease Fire has ended, I can feel it"

And then we ran towards the airport, carrying nothing of safety nor secrecy this time.

One Day Earlier:

Faith's POV

I signed one last form (there were at least a hundred), smiled at the guard in the most impolite way, and turned. I left the factory at a run.

Not because I needed to but because I wanted to. I leapt over the handlebars. My hands firmly planting on the seat. I landed on the bike in a handstand. Feet pointed strait at the sky. I dropped from the handstand in to a normal seated position.

Hell, it felt great to exercise - to be free, of undergrounds bunkers after all this time. Now that I was sitting properly, I gunned the motor.

The bike roared beneath me, and I was off, back to Belfast.

The scenery passing me by quickly, thought the haze of speed.

Then, "Shit".

A bullet hit my front tire, which deflated. The whole bike fell to one side, still skidding quickly. My leg caught up beneath it. Sparks flew everywhere; right about then was when the world slowly faded to black. This was not good.

Next chapter: war, an impending propacy, and an airplane

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