"Willow," Giles was shaking her softly. "Willow, its ok. You're alright."

She had been thrashing about. She sat up quickly realizing she had fainted in the field and now was back in her room.

"Oh God," she grabbed Giles hand. "Giles, its Tara, I…I heard her, she was calling me. I think she me…she needs help."

"Willow calm down," he rubbed her arm in an attempt to calm her. "Tell me exactly what happened."

"There's no time," Willow cried. "I have to find her, she came to me, needs me. There's something wrong. I have to get to her."

"We will," he assured her. "But I need you to tell me what happened."

Willow started to describe the sudden way Tara's voice had mixed in with the others, how it became so full of pain and violence. Then drowned out the other voices with a ferocity and need that nearly blinded her. She looked up as tears again wet her face.

"Giles what do we do?"

Pulling Willow to her feet and out of the room, Giles hurriedly dragged her along with him. Coming to a stop in front of the High Priestess's personal rooms he knocked lightly, belying his nervousness. Hearing her call from within he opened the door.

"Sarah," he called. "I think we may need your help with something."

"Come in," she gestured to a seat. "Please sit."

Heading to a seat across from them. Her deep blue eyes missed none of the tension the young Wicca was experiencing. The girl was astonishingly powerful, never had she seen someone come by their power so quickly. It had to be frightening for the girl at times.

"Tell me," Sarah said pulling Willow's hand to hers. "What's happened?"

Telling the High Priestess what she had heard, the woman listened with compassion to all she described. After she'd finished, the older Wicca looked thoughtfully into her eyes.

"You weren't casting or invoking any spirits were you," Sarah asked.

"No, she came unbidden." Willow begged. "Please help her. Tell me what I need to do. I have to save her."

"We'll have to gather the coven." she told her. "Don't worry Willow, we'll find a way to help your Tara."

Feeling the sting of tears in her eyes she looked gratefully at the High Priestess.

"Thank you," she said. "So much."

"Meet us in the Great Hall," Sarah told them as she began to gather her books.

They left the room Willow trembling from the fear of something befalling her sweet angel. Tara had been stolen from her too quickly, her light taken from her plunging her into darkness. It caused her to fall into deep despair and do unspeakable horrors, almost kill the ones she loves, to kill the one she hated for stealing her love from her, then almost ending the world. She would live forever with those regrets and the fear of the atrocities with which she was capable. Finally, after so long, she had felt she was close to controlling her power. Had begun to back away from the precipice that she had almost lost herself in. To hear her Tara calling for her, scared, she could feel her power coming to the forefront ready to do anything to protect her love.