AN1: Still don't have a beta, but I have done my best to correct any mistakes.
AN2: This is a short chapter, because it needs to be. this is just filler and setup for the next chapter. But the next one will be longer and hopefully won't take as long to get out as this one did.
AN3: AI Team story setup: Doyle is alive because when he kissed Cordy to tansffer his visions to her it worked, sorta. Cordy transffered part of what she is, without knowning she had, making it possible for Doyle to survive the Blast and also keep his ability for visions. But the transffer changed his demon makeup. No more migraines.
Meanwhile in L.A.
Cordy and Doyle were arguing over the events of their last client and what could be done to help get rid of an infestation of trolls in the clients warehouse. The trolls were setting up shop and so far had refused to be relocated.
Angel just left them to it, while he got himself breakfast.
All of a sudden a cry rented the air and Angel ran back into the main lobby.
Doyle was holding Cordy while she was shaking.
"What happened?" Angel asked.
"I don't know, we were talking and then she screamed and fell, I just barely caught her before she hit the floor!"
/The abducted son, held for fear of what he would become.
The son that was given a second chance at life.
The daughter with the sight, that aids the champion.
When the three lost children of a dying clan come together, the world will quake
Their power great, their rule just.
The light that shines at dawn will tell the tale of a new beginning
An old evil persists in taking what is not theirs to have.
New alliances formed from once sought enemies.
Choices made will turn the tide and change the future./
"Ok...that was way weird!" Cordy said still a bit shaking.
"I think we have a bigger problem then just trolls, lets get to work." Angel said as he went to his office and started pulling books down.
"We don't really know what we are looking for Angel." Doyle said while sitting down in one of the chairs in Angel's office.
"We will start by looking up any prophecies pertaining to clans and go from there."
"Angel, I think we already have the prophecy, we just need to figure out what it means." Cordy said.
"Yes, but you know that if we can find that prophecy, maybe we can figure out what clan is dying and who the three children are before all hell breaks loose."
Cordy sighed, "Alright hand me one of those books."
