Summary: Buffy, Dawn and Willow are transported to the world of Faerun via the Key. There they make several discoveries as they try to find away of returning home. Will they manage to return home of will they make a life for themselves on Faerun?
Pairings: Khalid/Jaheira, Buffy/Jaheira (primary in Shadow's of Amn though it starts somewhat in BG1), Dawn/Willow (in Shadow's of Amn)
Disclaimer: Disney owns Buffy. Wizard of the Coast owns Dungeon's and Dragons, Baldur's Gate and the Forgotten Realms setting of Faerun. Bioware developed the original Baldur's Gate 1 (and it's Expansion) and the original Baldur's Gate 2 (and it's expansion). Overhaul Studios developed the Enhanced Edition of both games and Larian Studios developed Baldur's Gate 3.
Author's Note: To some of you who might remember. This story was started a long time ago and then taken down for a rewrite. I am finally able to say I have done the rewrite and am putting it up once again. This story goes through the end of the first game with a sequel planned that takes place in the second Baldur's Gate game.
The Gift of Baldur's Gate: Bhaalspawn? Who me?
Chapter 1: Candlekeep
As the first rays of sunlight painted the sky, Buffy stood atop the tower, gazing out as the world awakened before her. The sight was bittersweet, knowing what lay ahead. Beside her, Dawn watched with a mix of awe and trepidation as a mystical portal began to take shape below.
Turning to her younger sister, Buffy offered a sad smile, her heart heavy with the weight of her decision. Dawn's eyes widened in realization, sensing Buffy's intentions. A surge of emotions welled up within her, and she protested, "Buffy... no..."
The elder sister tried to reassure Dawn, "Dawnie, I have to—"
"NO!" Dawn's cry echoed through the air, desperate to hold on to her sister.
"Listen to me! There's no time, Dawn, please listen." With determination, Buffy held Dawn close, whispering into her ear, their embrace a mixture of comfort and farewell. "Dawn, listen to me. Listen. I love you. I'll always love you. But this is the work I have to do. Tell Giles I ... I figured it out. And I'm okay. Give my love to my friends. You have to take care of them now – you have to take care of each other. You have to be strong, Dawn. The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live. For me."
Tears streamed down Dawn's cheeks as she began to accept the inevitable, the impending loss of her beloved sister. "I will, Buffy, and I love you."
Buffy smiled through her tears, pulling Dawn into a final embrace, cherishing the last moments together. Then, with resolve, she turned and raced towards the edge of the platform. But as fate would have it, the tower trembled, and the sisters began sliding forward. Without hesitation, Buffy clutched Dawn, holding her close as they tumbled off the tower and into the swirling portal, disappearing into a blinding flash of white light.
Simultaneously, a surge of energy struck Willow, engulfing her, and she, too, vanished from the scene.
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Buffy's heart pounded in her chest as she found herself in an unfamiliar place, a library she had never seen before. Panic and determination fueled her search for her sister, Dawn. "Dawn?" she called out, her voice trembling with worry, knowing that her sister had been drawn into the portal alongside her.
A man in robes approached Buffy, his face reflecting a mixture of surprise and confusion. His incredulous words only deepened Buffy's sense of disorientation. "How... how did you manage to get a portal to open through the wards?" he asked, clearly astounded by the extraordinary event he had just witnessed.
Still scanning the library's interior, Buffy's desperation was palpable. She felt lost and alone, desperately hoping to find Dawn safe and sound. "I don't even know where here is. Do you see a brunette girl, fourteen going on fifteen?" she implored, her voice quivering with worry.
"I'm sorry," the man named Gorion replied, his expression sympathetic but unable to offer any comfort. He glanced at the other robed figures around them, all shaking their heads. Extending his hand, he helped Buffy to her feet, offering a measure of support in her time of distress. "I am Gorion, and I'm afraid the girl you mention did not travel with you. As for where you are, you are within the walls of Candlekeep."
Days passed, and Buffy's life settled into an odd routine. Gorion generously provided for her, ensuring she had a place to stay at Winthrop's inn. But no amount of comfort could ease Buffy's restless heart, fixated on finding her missing sister. Her days were consumed by tireless searches through the woods surrounding Candlekeep, hope dwindling with each fruitless quest. The rest of her time was split between poring over books in the library, seeking any clue that could lead her to Dawn, and engaging in intense sparring matches with the guards, channeling her emotions into every strike.
Deep inside, Buffy struggled with a whirlwind of emotions: fear, guilt, frustration, and a relentless determination to reunite with her sister. Every day that passed without finding Dawn felt like an eternity, and every night was haunted by the unknown fate that befell her beloved sibling.
In the quiet hours of the night, when the library of Candlekeep was shrouded in darkness, Buffy's restless mind often betrayed her. Nightmares haunted her slumber, and her worst fear played out in vivid, tormenting scenes.
She would find herself running through a never-ending labyrinth of endless corridors and dark forests, calling out for Dawn. Her voice echoed, but her sister's response never came. Her frantic footsteps seemed to lead nowhere, as if she were chasing a ghost.
In her dreams, the world around her shifted and distorted, mirroring the uncertainty that plagued her waking hours. She would reach out to touch Dawn, but her sister would slip through her fingers like mist, disappearing into the shadows.
The anguish in Buffy's heart was palpable in these night terrors. She would wake in cold sweats, her breath ragged and tears staining her cheeks. The crushing weight of never finding Dawn bore down on her, leaving her with a sense of helplessness and despair that lingered long after the nightmares had faded. Each night, she would lay in her makeshift bed, praying for a sign, a clue, anything that would lead her to her beloved sister, yearning for the day when the darkness would give way to the light of reunion.
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Aquarra strolled through the quaint village, as she did every morning, but her thoughts were anything but ordinary. Her mind raced with curiosity about the strange blonde woman named Buffy. Her foster father, Gorion, had spoken about Buffy and the library but kept many details shrouded in mystery. Aquarra couldn't help but wonder how Buffy had bypassed the formidable wards protecting the place. The idea of such powerful magic intrigued and bewildered her.
Intrigued by the enigma surrounding Buffy, Aquarra unexpectedly stumbled upon the woman in a spar with one of the guards. As she observed Buffy's impressive display of skill, admiration glimmered in her eyes. The fluidity of Buffy's movements and her prowess with the sword left Aquarra in awe. She knew that this was no ordinary stranger; there was an air of greatness about her.
Aquarra couldn't tear her eyes away as Buffy's blade danced through the air, every strike and parry executed with precision. There was an intensity in Buffy's gaze, a fierce determination that set her apart. It was as if she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, yet she fought with a grace and strength that defied the odds.
Just as Aquarra was drawn into the captivating spectacle, a familiar tap on her shoulder broke her focus. She turned to find Hull Williams, one of the guards of the keep. "Miss Aquarra, your father wishes to see you. He currently is waiting on the steps of the library."
"Thank you, Hull. I will go see him immediately," Aquarra said, grateful for the notification. She longed to learn more about Buffy, but reluctantly left the training ground, hoping for another chance to speak with the remarkable stranger.
Hurrying to the library, she found Gorion waiting as promised. Though not bound by blood, she had come to love Gorion as her true father, and the affection was evident in her address. "You wish to see me, father?" she asked, respect and care infused in her words.
Gorion's expression was solemn as he addressed her, revealing the gravity of the situation. "Yes, Aquarra. We must leave Candlekeep tomorrow before nightfall." His voice carried a mixture of concern and resolve, indicating that their departure held significance beyond the usual travels.
A whirlwind of emotions swirled within Aquarra as she absorbed the news. Her curiosity about Buffy momentarily shelved as the urgency of her father's words took precedence. Questions about their unexpected journey filled her mind, but she trusted in Gorion's wisdom and knew there must be good reason for their sudden departure.
A wave of confusion and apprehension washed over Aquarra as she gazed at Gorion who had always been a constant presence within the protective walls of Candlekeep. His decision to leave the sanctuary they had called home for as long as she could remember was bewildering, and she couldn't help but seek clarity.
"Why, father?" she implored, her voice tinged with a mixture of concern and curiosity. She had never questioned his judgment before, but this sudden departure left her yearning for answers.
Gorion's eyes held a depth of emotion as he looked at his foster daughter, an unspoken weight resting heavily upon his shoulders. Time seemed to stretch as he considered his response, choosing his words with great care. "I believe it wise for us to depart," he finally replied, his voice steady but not fully disclosing the reasons behind his decision.
Aquarra's heart sank as his answer left her yearning for more. "But why?" she asked. She couldn't ignore the unsettled feeling in her gut, knowing that his words did not offer the comfort she sought. She was torn between trusting the man she considered her true father and the urgency to understand the underlying motivations.
Her confusion deepened as Gorion smiled with a hint of sadness, his eyes reflecting both love and concern. He gently shook his head, acknowledging her persistence. "Finish what errands you need to and pack your things. For tomorrow, we leave Candlekeep."
The weight of his words settled on Aquarra's heart, and she realized that something profound and life-altering must have transpired to prompt such a sudden and resolute decision. Uncertainty swirled within her, but she knew she had no choice but to follow Gorion's lead. He had guided her with love and wisdom throughout her life, and though the road ahead seemed uncertain, she would face it with the strength and trust her father had instilled in her.
Moments later, Aquarra stepped into the cozy inn, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. She approached Winthrop, the jovial innkeeper she had known for as long as she could remember. The familiar warmth of the inn couldn't fully ease the knot in her stomach as she contemplated the impending departure from Candlekeep and the life she had known.
"Good Afternoon, Winthrop," she greeted, trying to maintain a cheerful facade despite the turmoil within.
"Well, hello there, young one! Come to visit your old pal Winthrop, have ye?" Winthrop jested, his playful grin momentarily lifting her spirits. "Well, don't forget the 5,000-gold piece book entrance fee, as per Candlekeep custom, doncha know."
Aquarra chuckled, fully aware that the book entrance fee was meant for visitors, not for someone like her, who had lived within the walls of Candlekeep alongside Gorion. "You always were the big kidder, Winthrop. That gets funnier nearly every time I hear it. Well, perhaps not quite so often."
Winthrop laughed heartily, his laughter momentarily dispelling some of the heaviness in the air. "Haw! Just having a bit o' fun with ye, my friend. Them monks may be walking about with poles in their nethers, but you know you are always welcome here in my sight. Gorion did well by you, he did." His fondness for Aquarra and Gorion was evident in his words.
Aquarra's eyes softened with gratitude and a touch of sadness. The bond she shared with Gorion and the life she had known within Candlekeep made the impending departure all the more difficult. "So is there anything I can do for ya. Some drinks, a room to sleep in, or anything to buy," Winthrop offered, extending his hospitality.
"Yeah, I need to stock up on supplies; Gorion says we're to be taking a trip tomorrow," Aquarra replied, her voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. "I am finishing up some errands first, though. Fuller wants a quarrel of crossbow bolts."
With a knowing nod, Winthrop retrieved a quarrel of crossbow bolts, ready to aid Aquarra in her errand. "I have a quarrel of crossbow bolts right here. Came in just this morning. Just have Fuller come by later with payment," he said, handing over the needed supplies.
As she accepted the crossbow bolts, Aquarra's heart felt heavy, knowing that her time within the comforting embrace of Candlekeep was drawing to a close.
A spark of surprise and curiosity lit up Aquarra's eyes as she turned to respond to Winthrop's question. However, before she could utter a word, a familiar presence appeared before her—the enigmatic Buffy. Emotions swirled within Aquarra's heart as she looked at the blonde woman.
"Did I hear right, you're leaving here?" Buffy inquired, her gaze fixed on Aquarra with a mixture of concern and hope.
Aquarra nodded, her voice soft but resolute. "That's correct."
"I was wondering if I could join you? I don't know if you know how I arrived or not. But my sister came with me and is, of course, now missing," Buffy explained, vulnerability flickering in her eyes. "I would like someone to travel with who knows the things around here while I search for her."
Buffy's words touched a chord within Aquarra's empathetic heart. The thought of her sister's disappearance and Buffy's desperate search for her tugged at her emotions. She understood the depths of sisterly love and the anguish that came with the fear of losing a loved one.
A gentle smile graced Aquarra's lips as she addressed Buffy, sensing a unique bond forming between them. "You can come with me to ask Gorion yourself if you like," she offered generously. "I do not know if my foster father would object or not."
The gratitude in Buffy's expression was evident as she introduced herself, "Thank you. By the way my name is Buffy. If you would lead the way I will follow," she said, her voice tinged with hope and determination.
"You don't mind if I finish a few errands first, do you?" Aquarra's voice wavered slightly, revealing the mix of nervousness and eagerness that coursed through her veins.
Buffy shook her head, her gaze soft with understanding. "No, I don't mind."
Aquarra led the way out of the inn, a sense of purpose guiding her steps. As they walked south, memories of Buffy's impressive sparring earlier flashed in her mind. Her heart swelled with admiration for the capable woman at her side, a newfound sense of kinship between them.
She brought Buffy inside the bustling guard barracks, where she was met with friendly faces. Aquarra approached one of the guards, who greeted her with a warm smile. Handing him the quarrel of crossbow bolts, she exchanged a few words, and in return, the guard offered her a valuable gift—a well-worn dagger, carrying the weight of history and the wisdom of past battles.
"Thanks, kid. I hear tell you might be leaving this place soon. Watch your back out there, okay?" the guard advised, his concern evident in his tone. "Here, let me give you this dagger. My father killed a hobgoblin with it once, many years ago. Stabbed right in the back, he did. It ain't a broadsword, but it'll do in a pinch. Now take care of yourself."
Gratitude and warmth filled Aquarra's heart as she accepted the gift, recognizing the trust and camaraderie shared among the guards. "Thanks, Fuller," she said, her voice tinged with emotion. The weight of the dagger in her hand symbolized not just a practical tool but also the strength and unity of the community she was about to leave behind.
Crossing the room to one of the beds and a nearby chest, Aquarra carefully selected a bottle of liquid and a sword, she had been tasked with bringing to another of the guards.
As she passed Fuller again, he spoke up," "Before I forget Aquarra. I have a note here for you."
Gratitude filled Aquarra's heart as she thanked Fuller, her voice imbued with warmth and appreciation. She quickly scanned the note he had handed her, her emotions reflecting a mix of curiosity and readiness for what lay ahead. "I will proceed there next," she told him, her eyes glimmering with determination.
Returning to Buffy, Aquarra shared her plan. "Got a few more errands, and then we'll go see father," she informed, the excitement of their impending journey evident in her voice.
"Lead the way," Buffy replied, her own emotions mirroring Aquarra's eagerness.
As they stepped outside, Aquarra clutched the mysterious note Fuller had given her, her heart fluttering with intrigue and a hint of trepidation. The weight of the unknown pressed on her mind, mingling with the excitement of the journey ahead. Walking over to one of the neighboring buildings, she shared her thoughts with Buffy, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and caution.
"Someone wanted to meet me here. It's not signed, so I have no idea who wrote it," Aquarra explained, her emotions swirling like a tempest beneath her composed exterior.
Together, they entered the building, anticipation building with each step. Aquarra's heart pounded as they encountered a man waiting for them. His presence sent a chill down her spine, but she tried to maintain composure, despite the uncertainty of the situation.
"Seems my note did the trick. Was not sure it would. You're Gorion's little whelp, aren't ya? Yeah, you match the description," the man said, his words laced with an air of indifference.
Aquarra exchanged a glance with Buffy, finding comfort in her presence amidst the unknown. Her voice remained steady as she asked, "That I am. Do I know you?"
"No, I don't believe you do," the man replied cryptically. "I'll not be here long, so it doesn't matter. You'll not be here long either, so it matters even less."
Buffy's frown deepened, her protective instincts kicking in as she stepped toward the man. Her voice carried an undertone of defiance as she confronted him, "Look here, I don't know who you are..."
The man's disdainful gaze bore into Buffy as if sizing her up, attempting to push her away from the scene. "This is none of your affair; I suggest you leave," he retorted with an air of arrogance, attempting to assert control over the situation.
Buffy's smile was both determined and protective as she unsheathed her sword, her heart pounding in her chest. "Look, I gave you fair warning. This young lady is currently under my protection," she declared, her resolve unwavering.
Without hesitation, the man lunged at Buffy with a dagger, seeking to overpower her. Buffy skillfully defended herself, her movements a testament to her prowess. In moments, the confrontation came to a swift end, leaving the man's lifeless body at their feet. But instead of triumph, Buffy's expression was haunted, her heart heavy with the weight of having taken a human life. The reality of her actions clashed with her duty to protect, and a sense of conflict gnawed at her soul.
Amidst the tension, Aquarra's voice cut through, expressing heartfelt gratitude to her newfound companion. "I thank you, friend," she said, her voice brimming with appreciation. "I am in your debt. I am glad that you decided to follow me on my errands. I might not have been able to escape this man if not for you."
Buffy's regret was evident as she responded, "Think nothing of it. I just wish I could have taken him alive." The clash between her duty as a protector and the burden of having taken a life weighed heavily on her conscience.
Aquarra nodded, understanding the conflict within Buffy's heart. They both bore the emotional scars of this encounter, but their shared experiences had already woven a strong bond between them.
With quiet determination, Aquarra searched the man's body, retrieving any clues that might offer insights into the mysterious encounter. Their ordeal in the bunkhouse had brought them closer together, reinforcing the trust they had in each other's strength and loyalty.
As they stepped outside, Aquarra didn't shy away from seeking help. She stopped one of the passing guards, her voice unwavering despite the recent turmoil. "A man just tried to kill me in the bunkhouse. My friend here saved me from a most gruesome fate," she reported.
The guard nodded solemnly, his eyes briefly glancing at Buffy with a mix of admiration and curiosity before he turned and made his way into the bunkhouse. The weight of their recent encounter hung in the air, leaving Aquarra and Buffy to grapple with the emotional aftermath.
As they walked away, Buffy couldn't help but question Aquarra's actions. "Why did you take that guy's stuff?" she asked, her voice tinged with both confusion and concern.
Aquarra's expression softened as she regarded her friend. "It is the way of the world," she replied with a hint of resignation. "If he had killed us, he would have taken our possessions as his own. It's a matter of survival, Buffy."
Buffy let out a weary sigh, feeling conflicted about the situation. "It just seems wrong to be stealing from the dead like that," she admitted, her heart weighed down by the moral dilemma.
Aquarra's understanding gaze met Buffy's. "I understand," she empathized, realizing that their differing experiences and backgrounds had shaped their perspectives on matters like these.
As they left the bunkhouse behind, their emotions remained intertwined with the intensity of their recent encounter. The weight of the world bore down on them as they turned north. At the gate, they were met by. The gratitude in his eyes was matched by a sense of admiration for the young woman before him. He gently accepted the sword Aquarra returned, a symbol of their bond and the trust they had in each other.
"Thanks, kiddo," Hull spoke warmly, his voice carrying a mix of affection and concern. "Gorion didn't bring you up half bad, did he? You're lucky to have grown up here in Candlekeep, to be honest. Sometimes I think the world outside these gates has gone mad, what with all this fighting over iron shortages and all. Amn and Baldur's Gate will be at war before the season's out, mark my words..."
The weight of Hull's words settled heavily on Aquarra's heart. The familiarity and security of Candlekeep were in stark contrast to the turmoil beyond its borders. The world outside seemed fraught with conflict and uncertainty, and the safety she had known within these walls now felt like a distant memory.
Amidst the somber conversation, Hull "Anyhow, I'm on duty. Here's 20 gold pieces for saving my skin from the Chief." Hull said as he handed Aquarra 20 gold pieces as a token of his appreciation.
"That was a nice gesture from that guard," Buffy commented as they continued their journey north towards a storehouse.
Aquarra nodded, her voice tinged with gratitude. "Yes, that was a nice reward from Hull."
As they approached the storehouse, a short man stood outside, his demeanor stern and no-nonsense. Aquarra braced herself for his admonishment, taking responsibility for the task she had yet to complete.
"I thought I asked you to clean the rats out of this building yesterday, already," the man reprimanded.
"I will get to it now," Aquarra replied resolutely, determination in her eyes as she led the way into the storehouse.
Buffy hesitated as she reached for a rat, her heart heavy with unease. Aquarra's touch on her arm brought a measure of comfort, and her words carried a mix of concern and caution. "Best to kill them, we don't know what diseases they might be carrying," she advised, her voice reflecting the weight of the situation.
Nodding, Buffy took a deep breath and unsheathed her sword once more, her emotions conflicted as she faced the task at hand. The act of eliminating the rats seemed small compared to the greater dangers they had encountered, but each swing of the sword was a reminder of the challenges they faced beyond Candlekeep's walls.
As Buffy fought off the rodents, she noticed Aquarra doing the same with determination in her eyes.
Meanwhile, the short man stood outside, observing their efforts with a smirk. His words carried a strange mix of humor and irony as he praised their extermination mission. "Ah yes, kill them like the rats they are! A glorious battle unlike any this world has ever seen..." he exclaimed, his enthusiasm bordering on the absurd. He rewarded Aquarra with 5 gold pieces, a paltry sum that seemed to diminish the gravity of their efforts.
Buffy shook her head in disbelief as they continued on their way, passing by the temple. The disparity in rewards was not lost on her. "That Hull fellow was more generous than that guy was. You got 20 gold pieces for giving the guard the sword. But only 5 gold pieces for killing the rats," she pointed out, a mix of frustration and disappointment evident in her voice.
The short man smiled as Aquarra walked up to him outside. "Ah yes, kill them like the rats they are! A glorious battle unlike any this world has ever seen… Here's 5 gold pieces, don't spend it all in one place."
Buffy shook her head as they walked north passing the temple. "That Hull fellow was more generous than that guy was. You got 20 gold pieces for giving the guard the sword. But only 5 gold pieces for killing the rats."
As they approached the man near his cow, Aquarra handed him the bottle she had taken from the barracks. His words held a mix of admiration and wistfulness, as if seeing a glimmer of hope in the young woman standing before him. "Heh, yer a wonder, you are. Stick with me, and we'll go far," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of humor. "Well, okay, stick with me, and we'd prob'ly never leave the walls of Candlekeep, would we? They say the bandits out there aren't after gold and gems anymore, but just plain old iron. It's one of them whatchamacallits, paradoxes or whatever: It's dangerous, so you want to wear some good solid plate and carry an axe that would make Tempus jealous, but rather than protectin' ya, it just makes everyone want a piece of ya, right? Given my druthers, I guess I'd rather stay right here..."
Aquarra listened with empathy, understanding the allure of the familiar and the security that Candlekeep provided. Her heart softened, recognizing the desires and fears that resided in every person, even those outside the library's sheltering walls.
Nodding in agreement, Aquarra led them towards another bunkhouse, a thought crossing her mind. Just as she was about to enter, Buffy's hand on her arm stopped her. Buffy's concern was palpable as she asked, "Do you actually have an errand in there?"
"Not really," Aquarra admitted, realizing that their safety was paramount.
"Then based on what happened earlier. May I suggest we not go in there just to be on the safe side?"
Buffy's suggestion struck a chord with Aquarra, reminding her of the importance of caution in a world fraught with dangers. "That might be a good idea. Well, then that's it. It is time to go see Gorion," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of determination and anticipation.
They continued their journey, making their way towards the library, where they encountered a young woman.
Imoen's bubbly presence brought a burst of energy and nostalgia to Aquarra as they stood outside the library. The young woman's infectious enthusiasm and eagerness to share a story tugged at Aquarra's heartstrings, reminding her of the carefree moments they had spent together within the comforting walls of Candlekeep.
"I'm surprised that stuffy ol' Gorion let you away from your studies or chores. That ol' fiddle faddle," Imoen remarked, her words tinged with playful rebellion. She had always been one to find mischief and joy in the simplest things. "I snuck off too. Winthrop was looking for me, but I have all day to do his chores. You have time for a story today? No, I can tell you don't. What have you been up to?" she continued, her curiosity shining through.
Aquarra's heart warmed at Imoen's antics, but she couldn't fully engage in the lighthearted conversation. She gently explained, "I'm afraid I can't chat today, Imoen. My foster father wants me to prepare for a journey tomorrow, but will not say to where. And Buffy here seeks to go with us, if he will permit it." Her voice held a mix of excitement and uncertainty as she shared the upcoming adventure with her friend.
"A journey, eh? I never get to travel. Wish I could go with ya. Yep, I really wish I could. Yessir. Really do," Imoen replied wistfully, her eyes shimmering with longing. The yearning in her voice struck a chord with Aquarra, who understood the longing for adventure and the desire to explore beyond the boundaries of Candlekeep.
Feeling a sense of responsibility for her friend's feelings, Aquarra sighed, realizing that Imoen's hopes might be dashed. "All right, all right. I get the message. I will ask if you can go with us," she promised, knowing full well that her foster father would likely decline.
But Imoen, with a mix of playful mischief and loyalty, gently waved off the idea. "Oh, don't be silly, Gorion would never even let you finish the sentence. Especially after what that letter of his said... er... did I say that? No, of course I didn't. Never saw no letter. Nope, I'll just get back to work now. You better go. Gorion is waiting," she said, masking her true feelings with a light-hearted facade.
As Imoen walked away, Aquarra couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. The inevitability of their separation weighed heavily on her heart. She cherished the bond they had, and the thought of leaving her behind filled her with a sense of loss.
"Quite the babbler, might give a friend of mine for her money," Buffy remarked, her thoughts going her dear friend, Willow. The memories of their spirited conversations, laughter, and shared dreams brought a mixture of joy and longing.
As they ascended the front steps of the library, Aquarra's heart pounded with nervous anticipation. The meeting with Gorion held a mix of emotions, as she knew her foster father's decision would shape the course of their journey. Her bond with Buffy had grown stronger during their time together, and the thought of leaving her behind was difficult to bear.
Gorion's presence exuded wisdom and authority, but also a sense of warmth that had always made Aquarra feel safe. His greeting to Buffy was polite, but his questioning gaze hinted at his concern. "Why, hello, Ms. Summers. Aquarra, why are you accompanying her? Did she ask you for help in research?" he inquired.
Aquarra couldn't help but smile, a mix of pride and affection in her eyes as she responded, "No, Buffy wishes to go with us."
Gorion turned to Buffy, studying her carefully. "You wish to travel with us?" he asked, his eyes searching for sincerity in her words.
Buffy nodded, her gaze meeting Gorion's with resolve. "Yes, I was never for research, and without Dawn here, I don't think I have the ambition to finish looking. I need to find my sister, and once that is done..."
The unspoken pain and determination in Buffy's voice struck a chord with Gorion. He understood the depth of her love for her sister and the unwavering commitment to finding her. His heart went out to her, recognizing the weight of the burden she carried.
"And you would like to travel with someone who knows the area. A sensible precaution," Gorion acknowledged, acknowledging the practicality of Buffy's request. He knew from his dealings with her that she was no stranger to danger and that she needed to do everything in her power to ensure her sister's safety.
"I'm afraid where were going…"
However, as Gorion hesitated, Aquarra saw an opportunity to persuade her father to let Buffy come along. Her voice took on a pleading tone, her eyes earnest as she implored, "Do this for me, father. I owe Buffy. If not for her, I would be dead now. We were attacked in one of the bunkhouses."
Gorion's concern deepened, realizing the gravity of the situation and the bond that had formed between Aquarra and Buffy. He sighed, grappling with the decision. "Very well," he relented, recognizing the strength of their friendship and the value of having more companions on their journey. "It might be a good idea to have some more traveling companions, for protection."
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Buffy had barely closed her eyes when the nightmare descended upon her once again. In the haunting dream, she was back in the depths of a dark and twisted forest, chasing after a flicker of hope that was her sister, Dawn. The trees loomed like ominous sentinels, and every rustle of leaves sounded like a sinister whisper.
Dawn's voice called out to Buffy, but it was distant, unreachable. Buffy ran faster, her footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. Every desperate plea she uttered was drowned by the oppressive darkness. The more she chased, the farther Dawn seemed to slip away.
The forest seemed to stretch on forever, and Buffy's panic intensified. The feeling of despair was suffocating, and she couldn't bear the thought of losing Dawn in this abyss. As she pushed forward, a monstrous howl pierced the night, sending a shiver down her spine.
With a sharp gasp, Buffy was jolted awake, her heart pounding in her chest. She was disoriented, tangled in her sweat-soaked sheets. The nightmare had felt all too real, and its lingering terror clung to her even as she tried to shake it off.
Desperate for solace, Buffy rose from her bed, moved by an inexplicable compulsion. She left her room and padded down the hall, her steps guided by the dim moonlight filtering through the windows.
Reaching Aquarra's door, Buffy rapped lightly, hoping that her friend might be awake and offer some comfort. She had no way of knowing that Aquarra was unaware of her recurring nightmares, but she couldn't face the haunting visions alone.
Inside her room, Aquarra stirred at the gentle knock on her door. She blinked in the darkness, trying to make sense of the late-night disturbance. Her senses told her that something was amiss, and she was alert, her instincts on high alert.
With a growing sense of concern, Aquarra quickly rose from her bed and opened the door to find Buffy standing there, her face etched with a mix of fear and vulnerability. "Buffy? What's wrong?" she asked, a mix of worry and empathy in her voice.
Buffy's breath was still coming in short, anxious gasps as she stepped into Aquarra's room, her eyes wide with distress. "I... I had a nightmare," she stammered, her voice trembling. The memories of the nightmarish forest and her desperate pursuit of Dawn still haunted her. "I'm sorry for waking you up, but I couldn't... I needed someone..."
Aquarra could see the genuine fear in Buffy's eyes, and without a moment's hesitation, she ushered her inside and closed the door behind her. The room was small but comforting, with a few flickering candles casting warm, soft light.
"It's okay, Buffy," Aquarra assured her, her tone soothing and understanding. "You don't need to apologize. Nightmares can be really scary. Come, sit down." She led Buffy to a chair and sat beside her, offering her a reassuring presence.
Buffy's breathing slowly began to return to normal as she settled into the chair. The room felt safe and welcoming, a stark contrast to the horrors of her dream. "I keep having these nightmares," she confessed, her voice a mere whisper. "It's always the same... I'm trying to find my sister, but I can't reach her, and the darkness is closing in."
Aquarra listened with empathy, realizing that Buffy was grappling with more than she had initially thought. The bond they had formed in such a short time was already strong, and she wanted to offer support.
"I'm really sorry you're going through this," Aquarra said, her hand gently resting on Buffy's arm. "If you want, you can stay here tonight. I'm here for you, and we can talk about it more in the morning if you'd like."
Buffy nodded gratefully, appreciating the offer of comfort and understanding. The presence of a friend like Aquarra, who was so willing to help, eased the weight of her nightmares, if only for the moment.
"Thank you," Buffy whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. She felt a growing sense of trust and friendship, knowing that Aquarra was someone she could turn to in her moments of vulnerability.
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The next morning, as Aquarra and Buffy approached the steps of the library, they found Gorion waiting for them. His stern countenance softened as he addressed Aquarra, his voice tinged with both concern and pride. "Have you packed your possessions so we can leave Candlekeep immediately?"
Aquarra's heart tightened at the thought of leaving the only home she had ever known. With a mixture of determination and sadness, she replied, "I am ready."
Gorion then turned his attention to Buffy, his gaze evaluating her readiness for the journey ahead. "And you?" he inquired.
Buffy's response was tinged with a touch of melancholy. "I have what little I've accumulated," she said, her voice carrying the weight of the losses she had endured.
As they made their way to the gates, Aquarra felt a rush of emotion as she bid farewell to the people and places that had been her sanctuary for so long. Teary-eyed, she hugged the guards and exchanged heartfelt goodbyes with the gatewarden, feeling a sense of bittersweet gratitude for the friendships and memories that had been woven into the fabric of her life within Candlekeep.
Buffy's heart swelled with happiness as she observed the tender farewell, recognizing the significance of these connections for her friend. She understood the value of saying goodbye and the closure it offered, something she herself had never experienced when she was ripped from her world into this unfamiliar realm. Yet, she held on to hope, hoping that once she found Dawn and returned to Candlekeep, they would discover a way to return home together.
As they stepped beyond the gates of Candlekeep, Gorion paused, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination as he turned to face Aquarra. His voice held a tremor of emotion as he spoke, "Aquarra, should we get separated, you are to proceed to the Friendly Arms Inn. I have friends, Jaheira and Khalid, waiting for us there."
Aquarra's heart fluttered with a combination of uncertainty and trust in her foster father's guidance. "Of course, father. But why would we be separated?" she asked, her voice betraying the underlying fear of the unknown that lay ahead.
Gorion's smile was tender, but it didn't fully dispel Aquarra's unease. He chose not to answer her question directly, his desire to protect her evident in his actions. Instead, he turned to Buffy, seeking assurance in her presence. "I trust you will stay at her side no matter what happens, at least till Aquarra is safe and you have found your sister?" he requested.
Buffy's unwavering commitment shone in her eyes as she replied, "Of course." Her voice held a sense of determination, bound by the promise to safeguard Aquarra and find Dawn no matter the challenges they might face.
The weight of their impending journey settled heavily upon them as they walked out of Candlekeep together. "It is likely better to stay off the road. Lest we run into bandits," Gorion said, prompting them to take a path less traveled, avoiding the main road to steer clear of potential dangers.
Aquarra's mind was a whirlwind of questions, curiosity, and concern for what lay ahead. She longed to understand the reasons for their departure, the significance of their destination, and the implications of being separated. Yet, she sensed that now was not the time for answers, and she respected Gorion's need for caution.
"I know you have many questions, Aquarra. And as soon as we can find shelter, I will explain," Gorion promised, his voice soothing yet tinged with sorrow. The air was heavy with unspoken emotions, a tapestry of fear, hope, and uncertainty woven into every step they took.
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On the second day of their journey, the trio ventured deeper into the wilderness. The landscape grew more rugged, and the air was filled with the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves. Despite the serenity of the surroundings, a heavy cloud of unease still lingered over Buffy.
As they took a moment to rest by a small brook, Buffy found herself sitting beside Gorion. Her gaze was fixed on the gentle flow of the water, her mind troubled by the recurring nightmares that had haunted her for so long. Unable to keep her thoughts to herself any longer, she turned to her mentor.
"Gorion," she began, her voice laced with vulnerability, "I need to tell you about the nightmares." Her eyes welled up with tears, and she looked down at the ground, struggling to put her fears into words.
Gorion turned to her, his expression filled with concern. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and urged her to continue. "You can always talk to me, Buffy. What's been troubling you?"
Buffy swallowed hard, her voice shaking as she recounted the dreams that had tormented her. "It's always the same. I'm in a dark forest, chasing after Dawn, my sister. But no matter how hard I try; I can't reach her. The darkness, it keeps pulling me away, and I'm left feeling... helpless." The words spilled from her, carrying the emotional weight that had burdened her for so long.
Aquarra, sitting nearby, listened intently, her heart aching for her friend. She offered silent compassion, her presence a source of comfort and understanding.
Gorion's face showed genuine concern as he listened to Buffy's confession. He was aware of the torment these nightmares had caused her and was determined to offer guidance. "Buffy, these dreams are trying to tell you something. But do not let them consume you. We will find your sister, and together we will face whatever lies ahead. You are not alone in this."
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The sun hung high in the sky as they journeyed well past noon on the third day, the wide and well-traveled Coast Way road stretching before them. Yet, their progress came to a sudden halt as they found their path obstructed by a menacing band of cutthroats, led by an imposing armored figure.
Buffy's heart raced as she drew her sword, her grip steady and determined. She stood poised and ready, waiting for the armored man to make the first move. The air was charged with tension, and her slayer instincts sensed the imminent danger lurking in their midst.
The armored man's cold gaze swept over Gorion, Buffy, and Aquarra, his expression marked by a cruel smirk. His words were laced with malice, a chilling threat hanging in the air. "You know why I am here. Hand over your ward, and no one will be hurt. If you resist, it will be a waste of your life."
Gorion's resolve remained unyielding, his voice steady despite the peril they faced. "You're a fool if you think I will trust your benevolence. Step aside, and you and your lackeys will be unhurt," he retorted, defiance burning in his eyes.
Buffy's glare intensified, her slayer instincts urging her to take action. She sensed that things were about to take a dangerous turn, and her mind raced with strategies to protect her friends. "I'd do what he says if I were you," she warned, her voice firm with authority.
The armored man scoffed at Buffy's warning, the sound of his laughter echoing menacingly. "You do not frighten me, girl," he taunted, his arrogance evident in every word.
Determination and defiance fueled Buffy's response as she retorted, "Your loss, for you don't know who I am and what I can do."
The tense moment reached its breaking point as the armored man decided to strike, leaving Buffy with a heart-wrenching choice to make. Gorion's desperate instruction sliced through her, tearing at her resolve. "Run, take Aquarra to safety," he urged, his voice laden with a mixture of concern and sacrifice.
Buffy's frown deepened, her mind torn between the urge to protect Gorion and her promise to keep Aquarra safe. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily upon her, and the conflicting emotions threatened to overwhelm her. In the end, she chose to prioritize Aquarra's safety, recognizing the importance of fulfilling her commitment to her friend.
Her heart ached as she grabbed Aquarra's arm, pulling her away from the danger. But Aquarra fought against her, determined to stay and help her foster father. The struggle between them mirrored the turmoil in Buffy's own heart, torn between her loyalty to Gorion and her devotion to her friend.
They fled into the cover of bushes; the sound of their footsteps muffled as they moved away from the unfolding chaos. Buffy's mind raced, searching for a safe distance from the threat that loomed behind them. She pushed on, guided by her instincts to protect Aquarra, ensuring they were far enough away from the armored man and his cutthroats.
Finally, they stopped, the exhaustion of their escape taking its toll on both Buffy and Aquarra. As they found a moment of respite, the weight of the situation crashed down on Aquarra, and she crumbled in Buffy's arms. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed quietly, her emotions raw and overwhelming.
Buffy held Aquarra close, her own heart heavy with grief for what they had left behind. She remained a pillar of strength for her friend, providing solace and comfort as Aquarra wept.