Chapter 5 – The Key
For a moment, Xander thought he had inherited the Flash's speed, instead of the power of He-Man. He didn't even felt the distance or the time between the library and the Summers' home. He probably caused one or two accidents along the way, but he wasn't even bothering.
He pushed the doorbell with so much strength that the button cover flew off. Buffy was taking too long to open the door, he looked around trying to find a secluded enough spot to change.
The moment he decided to run again, he heard the sound of steps inside the house. Buffy opened the door, almost tearing it off the hinges, her face a mixture of happiness and sorrow.
"What happened? She ok?", Xander asked, when Buffy gave him enough room to enter.
"I don't know. She is awake again. We were talking, then she murmured something like 'Finally' and she fainted. She tells me she's ok, but I don't know. I'm too worried, I'm..."
"Being a big sister, and a responsible one." The cause of such nervousness was coming down the stairs, also with a worried face. "But I'm ok, Buff, I think it's something from low sugar."
"Dawn, you should be in..."
"Bed, I know, but don't worry. See? I'm ok, no trembling hands and no headache. Only my butt hurts..." Dawn spoke, while attempting to look at the offended area.
Buffy gave a breath of relief, and some of her big sister mood returned. "Of course it hurts, it's the part where you fell on. If it was the head I wouldn't be worried, but we may need to take a few X-Rays from the area..."
"Buffy..." then Dawn looked at Xander, and she smiled. "Hey, Xander. Sorry for the lack of typical huggy-ness, still not a hundred."
"No prob, Dawn Patrol."
"WHATHAPPENEDWHEREISDAWNHEYTHEREYOUAREAREYOUOKSHOULDNTWEBEGOINGTOTHEHOSPITALWHEREDIDYOUHITITISHURTING?"
"And Speedy Willow has arrived, the fastest mouth in all Los Angeles." Xander grabbed his friend, and hugged her, while speaking in her ear "Sorry for leaving you behind, too worried."
"No problem. I'm worried also." Willow spoke. Buffy heard it all, with her enhanced senses, but she kept her face as cool as she was managing at the time.
"Hey, Willow. Relax, I'm cool. Buffy is just being her annoying big sister-mom self. Just some low sugar. Don't worry, only my butt hurts."
"You should be in bed." Willow spoke.
"Told ya." Buffy replied.
"All right, all right. I'm going, I'm going." She was climbing the stairs, then she remembered something. "Hey, you can go patrol. I think Xander and Willow can keep me company until you return. What do you think?"
"You sure?" the Slayer asked.
"Yeah, you said things are quiet. You can finish early and we could see some movies."
Buffy thought for a few moments. Dawn seemed ok, and her friends would keep an eye on her. Quick patrol, a few dusts to improve the mood... yeah, it would work.
"Ok, two hours and I'll be back. Gonna call Giles, tell him not to worry." She picked the phone up, and dialed the library.
After a few explanations and the promise that she would be back soon, she hung up, picked up her Slay-jacket, the inner pockets filled with slaying material, and left.
"Well, that went better than I hoped. She will calm down and we will have some time to talk, Heirs." Dawn spoke, her voice too serious for an eleven year old.
"Heirs? Dawn, what are you talking about?" Willow asked, faking surprise. Xander was very surprised, but one of the few things his parents taught him was to have a convincing enough poker face.
"Do not worry, Willow Rosenberg and Alexander Harris. You will have all of your answers in a few moments. I suggest we go up to...my... room, so we will have a bit more of privacy." The voice was not that of Dawn, but of a much older woman.
In Dawn's room, Willow and Xander sat on her bed, while she stood in front of them, eyes fixed in hers.
"Well, I am extremely happy in knowing you, Heir to Power, and you, Heir to Honor. I believe introductions are in order. I am The Key."
"Key? Key to what? You are Dawn Summers, my Dawn Patrol, slay-gal and all..." Xander spoke, not recognizing the voice from the kid in front of him.
"Sorry, Heir to Power. I believe you will recognize this form better." And Dawn began to glow, a white glow that enveloped her body, and made it grow. The clothes changed, the hair changed, wings sprouted from her back, and a staff appeared from nowhere. A helmet that resembled the head of a hawk adorned her head. And the glow receded, but it didn't disappeared fully.
Willow spoke first. "S-sorceress?"
"That is a name I haven't heard in untold millennia, Heir to Honor. But yes, I believe you can call me Sorceress."
- To be continued -
Author's notes: I'm mixing up both incarnations of He-Man. The swords are from the old 80's cartoons, and the armors are from this incarnation. So is the Sorceress. I like her better as some sort of Egyptian Goddess.
For a moment, Xander thought he had inherited the Flash's speed, instead of the power of He-Man. He didn't even felt the distance or the time between the library and the Summers' home. He probably caused one or two accidents along the way, but he wasn't even bothering.
He pushed the doorbell with so much strength that the button cover flew off. Buffy was taking too long to open the door, he looked around trying to find a secluded enough spot to change.
The moment he decided to run again, he heard the sound of steps inside the house. Buffy opened the door, almost tearing it off the hinges, her face a mixture of happiness and sorrow.
"What happened? She ok?", Xander asked, when Buffy gave him enough room to enter.
"I don't know. She is awake again. We were talking, then she murmured something like 'Finally' and she fainted. She tells me she's ok, but I don't know. I'm too worried, I'm..."
"Being a big sister, and a responsible one." The cause of such nervousness was coming down the stairs, also with a worried face. "But I'm ok, Buff, I think it's something from low sugar."
"Dawn, you should be in..."
"Bed, I know, but don't worry. See? I'm ok, no trembling hands and no headache. Only my butt hurts..." Dawn spoke, while attempting to look at the offended area.
Buffy gave a breath of relief, and some of her big sister mood returned. "Of course it hurts, it's the part where you fell on. If it was the head I wouldn't be worried, but we may need to take a few X-Rays from the area..."
"Buffy..." then Dawn looked at Xander, and she smiled. "Hey, Xander. Sorry for the lack of typical huggy-ness, still not a hundred."
"No prob, Dawn Patrol."
"WHATHAPPENEDWHEREISDAWNHEYTHEREYOUAREAREYOUOKSHOULDNTWEBEGOINGTOTHEHOSPITALWHEREDIDYOUHITITISHURTING?"
"And Speedy Willow has arrived, the fastest mouth in all Los Angeles." Xander grabbed his friend, and hugged her, while speaking in her ear "Sorry for leaving you behind, too worried."
"No problem. I'm worried also." Willow spoke. Buffy heard it all, with her enhanced senses, but she kept her face as cool as she was managing at the time.
"Hey, Willow. Relax, I'm cool. Buffy is just being her annoying big sister-mom self. Just some low sugar. Don't worry, only my butt hurts."
"You should be in bed." Willow spoke.
"Told ya." Buffy replied.
"All right, all right. I'm going, I'm going." She was climbing the stairs, then she remembered something. "Hey, you can go patrol. I think Xander and Willow can keep me company until you return. What do you think?"
"You sure?" the Slayer asked.
"Yeah, you said things are quiet. You can finish early and we could see some movies."
Buffy thought for a few moments. Dawn seemed ok, and her friends would keep an eye on her. Quick patrol, a few dusts to improve the mood... yeah, it would work.
"Ok, two hours and I'll be back. Gonna call Giles, tell him not to worry." She picked the phone up, and dialed the library.
After a few explanations and the promise that she would be back soon, she hung up, picked up her Slay-jacket, the inner pockets filled with slaying material, and left.
"Well, that went better than I hoped. She will calm down and we will have some time to talk, Heirs." Dawn spoke, her voice too serious for an eleven year old.
"Heirs? Dawn, what are you talking about?" Willow asked, faking surprise. Xander was very surprised, but one of the few things his parents taught him was to have a convincing enough poker face.
"Do not worry, Willow Rosenberg and Alexander Harris. You will have all of your answers in a few moments. I suggest we go up to...my... room, so we will have a bit more of privacy." The voice was not that of Dawn, but of a much older woman.
In Dawn's room, Willow and Xander sat on her bed, while she stood in front of them, eyes fixed in hers.
"Well, I am extremely happy in knowing you, Heir to Power, and you, Heir to Honor. I believe introductions are in order. I am The Key."
"Key? Key to what? You are Dawn Summers, my Dawn Patrol, slay-gal and all..." Xander spoke, not recognizing the voice from the kid in front of him.
"Sorry, Heir to Power. I believe you will recognize this form better." And Dawn began to glow, a white glow that enveloped her body, and made it grow. The clothes changed, the hair changed, wings sprouted from her back, and a staff appeared from nowhere. A helmet that resembled the head of a hawk adorned her head. And the glow receded, but it didn't disappeared fully.
Willow spoke first. "S-sorceress?"
"That is a name I haven't heard in untold millennia, Heir to Honor. But yes, I believe you can call me Sorceress."
- To be continued -
Author's notes: I'm mixing up both incarnations of He-Man. The swords are from the old 80's cartoons, and the armors are from this incarnation. So is the Sorceress. I like her better as some sort of Egyptian Goddess.