Pairing: Unknown
Rating: R (just to be safe)
Distribution: Anyone who would like it!
Disclaimer: I own the plot! Joss owns the rest!!
Authors Note: What can I say, I caught the end of Braveheart on the tv, the part where the Princess is whispering to the dying King that a child is growing in her belly that isn't of his line, and it just inspired me to write something...well not normal...so this is Alternate Universe, I'm just using the characters.
Dedication: To Red, Mel, and Wic.....you girls are the triumvrate of the fanfic underworld!!
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~Part: 1~
"Please Lady....we beg of you, do not interupt the men!" Servants pleaded with the noblewoman.
She shrugged them off and plowed down the stone hall. She took a deep breath and slammed open the chamber doors in front of her. The men conferring jumped straight into the air, all of them reaching for their swords. They calmed somewhat when they saw who the intruder was.
"Lady, you honour us with your presense." The King spoke slowly, nodding to her.
The noblewoman knew that she could have been killed for her intrusion upon this most sacred of trusts, but her message was urgent.
"I beg your indulgence, your Highness." Lady Cordelia curtseyed low to the rushes.
King Angelus nodded his head again, motioning her to come before him.
"I have had a vision." She let her voice ring through the council chamber.
The other men that had been conferring with King Angelus settled back into their seats, eager for the newest of news from the Gods.
"What do the Gods wish of us?" One asked.
Lady Cordelia turned her eye to him, he shrank from her gaze. So it should be. She had not risked her life just to bring messages to fools. Every male in this room except for the King himself was beneath her, she was chosen from the beings above themselves.
"Please continue Lady."Angelus commanded, eager to hear what his Kingdom could do to further help the smallest of men.
Angelus was a beloved King, because he looked after those in need, he protected his Kingdom against the ravages of the unbelievers, and the darkness of the demons that hunted the mortals. Few knew that King Angelus himself was one of those demons, reformed, his heart turned so that he might help the helpless. Lady Cordelia had been one of the mortals he had discovered that had been gifted in order to help him in his quest for redemption.
"There is going to be a ritual taking place in five days time." Cordelia held her hand to her head, willing the tormented images to assault her brain again. As they burned through her cranium at her wish, she held her posture, refusing to show weakness. The only glimpse of pain to the room of males was her small gasp of breath.
"The ritual will be to instill a woman, a witch, soon to be Priestess of her Order....with the heart of a demon." Lady Cordelia let her eyes hold Angelus's for a moment. His chocolate brown eyes held simpathy.
"How do we stop it?" He asked softly, his hand stroking the falcon resting on his gauntlet.
"I do not know my Lord." Cordelia answered truthfully.
"Lords, leave us." Angelus commanded. In a rash of clanging metal swords, swishes of expensive ermine and silk, the departure of the falcon and its trainer, the room was silent. "What is it Cordelia?" Angelus asked.
Lady Cordelia strode across the room, her actions even more bold with the dissapearance with the rest of her noble class. "You know how difficult it will be to locate this coming-of-age Priestess."
Angelus nodded. "They are very secretive about their order."
"Secretive nothing! We will have to plow through the uppercrust of the most powerful of magick makers to just get the answer of 'yes we will see you'." Cordelia huffed, sitting next to Angelus on the adjoining throne, sipping from his wine goblet.
Angelus could not keep the mirth from his eyes at the sight of the woman before him, so comfortable in the seat of power.
"We must do what we have to, to protect my people." He said quietly, rising.
Cordelia watched him warily. His sense of responsibility was dull at times. It was one of the things she admired about him most. "I suppose its up to me to arrange everything." She sighed.
Angelus graced her with a smile. "You are truly a Seer my Lady."
Cordelia snorted. "Compliments will get you everywhere your Highness."
*****
"I do not wish to go." The witch complained, her arguments falling upon deaf ears of her attendants. They ignored her, continuing to put together a simple leather pack.
"Is anyone listening to me?" She repeated.
"They have been counciled that listening to you could be dangerous." A mirthful voice melted from the stone. A tall, regal woman swathed from head to toe in white smiled indulgently at the young witch.
"Why must I leave Moina?" The young one re-iterated.
The Priestess sighed. The witch was everlasting in her quest for the reason.
"Willow, we have spoken of this time again and again. You have been raised in the Valley of Boynton, your progression as a witch has always had the support, not only of the other witches and Priestesses, but the Goddess herself. You must, I repeat, you must leave the valley so that you might draw upon yourself and the world around you to support your craft. Only then can you hold your own as a Witch." The Priestess spoke calmly.
"I know....I've never been anywhere else Moina....I'm frightened."Willow murmured, her long hip length red hair curtaining her face.
Moina reached to lift her chin. "Willow Aine, Holder of the Aodh of Life...you are the most capable woman I know. You know our secrets, you know our ways...you will return victorious." She whispered.
Tears gathered in Willow's eyes. She threw herself into the other woman's arms. "Mother..."She sobbed. "I will return."
Moina reached up, stroking her daughter's hair. "I know you will Little One...I know you will."
****
"They refuse to admit anyone lesser than you m' Lord!" A lower Lord indignatly shouted.
Cordelia flinched. The men had been arguing among themselves for the past hour. She felt the familiar urge to reach out and strike someone.
"I say we slaughter the lot, what purpose do they serve?" More grumbling.
"SILENCE!" Angelus thundered. The room instantly quieted. "The Priestesses have their order, as we have our Kingdom, noone will slaughter anyone. I will go, along with my Seer to meet with the High Priestess. We shall avert this evil."
Lady Cordelia's eyes widened. Hey I did not volunteer for any sort of quest!
"But my lord...."
"Surely you wouldn't...."
"She's a woman...."
Cordelia rolled her eyes. This was going to be a long process.
****
Willow refused to turn her back, to try to glimpse her home that was no doubt allready hidden in the enchanted mists that secreted the Valley from mortal eyes. She sighed, adjusting her pack upon her back. She was dressed in simple garb, soft doe skin pants, a comfortable woven shirt. She carried her bow upon her back, her long red hair braided so that it hung down her back. Her journey was simple, walk along the paths until she found her destiny. In the process she was somehow supposed to find herself, and her power.
Willow sighed again. She wished she was back in her airy room, waking for training.....she shook her head. She must concentrate. She was not a Priestess, she did not know anything about those people....she was a traveling....okay she hadn't gotten that far...but destiny couldn't be that hard to find, could it??
~Part: 2~
Willow refused to turn her back, to try to glimpse her home that was no doubt allready hidden in the enchanted mists that secreted the Valley from mortal eyes. She sighed, adjusting her pack upon her back. She was dressed in simple garb, soft doe skin pants, a comfortable woven shirt. She carried her bow upon her back, her long red hair braided so that it hung down her back. Her journey was simple, walk along the paths until she found her destiny. In the process she was somehow supposed to find herself, and her power.
Willow sighed again. She wished she was back in her airy room, waking for training.....she shook her head. She must concentrate. She was not a Priestess, she did not know anything about those people....she was a traveling....okay she hadn't gotten that far...but destiny couldn't be that hard to find, could it??
******
"Get outta the way!"
"Look wer yer goin’ luv..."
Not even in the darkening village for five minutes and Willow was being jostled around.
She sighed, bending her head and ploughing through the traffic of the villagers racing home. She needed to eat, and if possible, find a place to sleep, though sleeping on the ground didn’t perturb the witch. Willow adjusted her bow, her eye’s locking on a sign.
End Road. "If only." Willow muttered, heading that way.
****
Angel was concerned. He had never felt so uncomfortable in his life.
"Do you feel like we’re being watched?" Cordelia stated, blunt as always.
"Yes." Angel agreed tersely. Ancient tomes in the Castle Library had spoken of the Valley of Boynton being near the Forest of Names, so far the area seemed uninhabited.
Angel’s horse reared, throwing him from his back, Cordelia’s horse was repeating the process, until they landed almost side by side on the dewy ground.
The horses danced forward, as if they were greeting an old friend. A cloaked woman dropped from a tree, holding her palms out. The horses met her fingertips, nuzzling them gently. She stroked their manes, her eyes locked with Angels. She spoke softly in an unknown languages, and the horses trotted off.
"HEY! My favorite slippers are in there!" Cordelia steamed.
"My apologies." The horse-charmers soft voice commented.
"Somehow I don’t think that makes it better." Cordelia muttered.
A laugh teased the night sky. Cloaked figures materialized from the forest, some had bows drawn, others held soft globes of light within their palms.
"Deoch....you should know better...a Seer of the Gods will surely track something so precious as her slippers."
A chuckle broke out among the foresters.
Cordelia on the other hand, felt herself go white. Noone, save Angel’s councilors knew that she had visions, and for a stranger to know....she shivered despite of herself.
"Then you should know not to mess with me." Cordelia said haughtily, rising to her feet, striding over to the woman that had spoken.
Tension immedietly gripped the group and the bow strings were drawn tighter.
Cordelia held the woman’s green eyes in her own steely grasp, not willing to back down. Sudden pain assaulted Lady Cordelia’s senses,and she shrieked, falling to the ground.
Angel rushed to her side, holding her shoulders as she shook in the throes of a vision. He had never seen one this horrible, Cordelia had such strong spirit that she never let anyone see her in pain.
The woman that had identified Cordelia as a Seer placed her hand on Angel’s shoulder.
He met her eyes, fearful.
"Step aside King Angelus." She calmly whispered.
Angel nodded, letting the woman nearer to his thrashing friend.
Moina placed her hands on either side of Lady Cordelia’s head, murmuring softly. Slowly the Seer stilled, and Moina’s eyes glowed. Her mouth opened with an unearthly sound rushing through it.
"Hear us..." Her voice had changed so it sounded like a thousand lived inside of her instead of one, sure and strong she continued to speak.
"Destined quest has the daughter been sent upon, strength sought for her lifetime, into dangers grasp she was thrown from her Valley...a demonic king...shall unite magick makers to deliever the witch from the love of a man once living."
The witch snatched her fingers from the Seer’s temples, tears running down her own cheeks. Cordelia stirred, her mind for once clear after a vision.
"What did you do?" She whispered.
"I...I...possessed the strengths that you did not have..."She murmured, puzzled. Tears still streamed down her face.
Her people were growing even more nervous, they had not seen their Priestess loose such control if ever.
"My Lady?" An attendant asked softly.
"I am well, bring the King and his Seer to the Valley."
"My Lady!" Many exclaimed.
Moina turned, her light reddish blonde hair whipping around her. "Do as I command." She whispered, melting into the darkness.
****
Willow watched the patrons of the pub, sipping her tea somewhat delicately. She had drawn on her cloak upon entering, not wishing to draw attention to herself.
Men were disgusting creatures, she had decided, watching them sport over a woman that was obviously a whore.
She shivered. Something didn’t feel right deep within herself, but she was most likely just beginning to feel truly alone after being surrounded by bright auras for so long.
"Witch."
Willow whipped around, suprised someone had identified her. She relaxed slightly, it had only been one of the drunkards teasing the prostitutes. She let her cloak hood hang down her back, confident.
"They say a woman with red hair burns with certain passion." A silky voice whispered.
Willow jumped within her skin. A man had sat at her table in the second that she turned her head.
"Un...unfortunately Sir...I am not the type of lady that confirms passions." She pointed twords the mulitude of bosomed women strutting about. "You might ask them, though."
The man, a muscular blonde with piercing blue eyes chuckled deep. He wore the soft carefully woven clothing of a nobleman, but his presense felt anything but noble.
"I asked you."He returned.
Willow stood, intent on leaving. "I already told you, I will not answer." She turned on her heel, heading out into the night. It looked like it was the tree’s for her this evening.
"Aye, but doesn’t a small part of you wish to m’lady?" The man was before her again, his speed something even the witch wasn’t able to track.
Willow willed her heartbeat to slow. There had always been warnings to the trainees that would leave the Valley of the creatures that thrived from death, The Dark Ones had given them power in exchange for their souls. They moved with the night, for they were no different than it.
"Leave me be demon." She firmly planted her feet, throwing her cape back, her hand pulling her bow forward with ease and agility.
"Oh demon...you know me then?? I was once a poet...and a muscian...and now..its very different." The mysterious man sensually whispered.
"Music and poetry are something to be prized...I weep for your loss."
The man snarled at her. "I need no PITY!"
Willow gulped, she waved her finger tips, silently calling the quarters for a swift protection circle should she need it.
His anger turned soft again, and he again smiled at her, as if he knew she would succomb to him eventually. "I need no pity. I am not unsatisfied for my trade with the darkness. I am forever young, and I am powerful."
"Leave me be." Willow again commanded,sliding an arrow into the bow.
The vampire’s eyes gleamed yellow. "You are full of passion...though it is not the kind that I wished to see."
Willow finished the incantation she had begun murmuring beneath her breath, a circle of fire swarmed around the demon, illuminating his marble carved features.
He cursed, flailed a bit, and resisted stepping back into danger. "WITCH!" He bellowed.
Willow looked around silently. They had been alone outside the pub, none had followed. She kept her weapon raised, and backed silently into the shadows of the town. She could take no further risks.
Spike noticed the flames died the instant she dissapeared. He cursed, the woman was supposed to be an easy meal. His eyes lit up. Fire....he chuckled to himself, it looks like he had found that which he had been looking for. He secured his cloak around himself, taking off into the darkness.
~Part: 3~
" Claec William Aegelmaere...."
Spike snarled, grabbing the figure behind him ina tight grip.
"All those that know that name should be dead mate....."
The shadow chuckled, and melted from his grasp.
"Not all those that you think should be dead are...." The man cast off his cloak, letting the moonlight shine on his face.
"Arawn, I’m sorry..." Spike found himself for once subjugated, he kneeled to the man. He hated kneeling, but one doesn’t exactly throttle the God of one of the Underworlds just because he used your given name.
"Your apologies, as usual Aegelmaere, are inadequate. I sent you on a quest, and you have found something, but you do not send for me, instead you sate your desires?" Arawn motioned to the woman that lay spread eagle, the last of her lifeblood fluids leaking from her neck, her skin still glistening from a release that was her last.
"I had to bring my blood lust under control." Spike excused himself.
Arawn laughed coldly. "Lying does not become you, now Angelus...."
"My sire is DEAD!" Spike snarled, his fear of the God overcome by his anger.
Arawn studied the vampire, his eyebrow lifting slightly. "Nay, Angelus is very much alive." He stated evenly.
Spike resisted stumbling backwards, he resisted howling in pain...turning swiftly he wrenched the head from the woman he had fucked, slamming her released appendage by the hair into the stone wall beside her ‘spot’. The pieces of flesh finally slipped from his fingers, leaving only the bloodied remnants of hair, brain matter, and muscle tissues dripping from his undead skin.
Arawn tilted his head to the side, examining his charge. "I need souls, not a flesh puree’. If you felt violence, you should’ve killed someone with some life." He sighed distainfully.
"Where is he?!"Spike growled, letting his true face shine in the moonlight.
"Come now Aegelmaere, do you think he is hiding in fear of being discovered...sitting in nauseating alleyways, fucking whores?"
"Where is he?" Spike repeated.
Arawn crossed his arms, flame leaping into his black eyes. "What did you find tonight?"
Spike balled his hands into fists. "A witch."
Arawn waited for him to continue.
"A witch that used fire to ward off a demon." Spike muttered resentfully.
"She is from the Valley?"
"How the bloodyhell am I supposed to know?! She could be from anywhere, not only the Valley holds and trains the bloody bints?!"
Pain exploded inside of Spike’s skull, he howled, dropping to the ground.Arawn bent down, his lips close to the vampire’s ear.
"She could be the one that Cocidius searches for, and if she is, I would not want to interupt his hunt." Arawn grabbed the blonde’s lapels hauling him upwards.
"She is your goal Aegelmaere. You will follow her, and bring her to Raedanoran in four days time, or I will make sure that Cocidius knows who prevented his pleasure." Arawn melted away as soon as he whispered the threat, letting the vampire hit the clay of the alleyway.
"Bloody hell..."
****
Willow felt the first light strike her form as she reclined somewhat comfortably against the crook of a ash tree.
She opened her mind, as well as her body to the bright new day. Each sunrising was the rebirth of the Goddess’s world, and she must treat it with respect.
Respect flew from her mind when Willow spotted the man about to piss upon her sleeping tree. She leaped with a screech at the dark haired muscular boy/man , plowing into him with a forest that made him scream.
"AHHH!"
"How dare you you insolent..." Willow began pummelling the man, even as he rolled himself into a ball.
"Please please please...."
"Every goddess given morning is sacred and...please?" Willow rolled off the man, standing quickly. She glared at him.
The man looked up from underneath his arms, where he had placed them to protect his head. His eyes widened at the beauty infront of him. "I’m...I’m ...sorry?" He asked.
"Well...you...you should be." Willow huffed, shimmying back up the tree to retrieve her pack.
Her victim regained his footing, peering up after her. "Did you, uh...sleep up there."
Branches rustled. "Yes."
"Oh." He looked around for a moment.
"You may go now." Willow dissmissed him, the bag dropping by his feet.
"You’re traveling?!"
Willow rolled her eyes, landing on her feet in a crouch beside her pack. "Yes."
"Oh. I’m sorry for..."
"Pissing on my tree and disgracing my morning?!" Willow huffed.
"Yes." The man paused. "I’m...I’m Alexander."
Willow turned. "What is your name?"
"Alexander."
Willow snorted, hefting her bag. "‘Tis not. Noone has such a foolish name."
"Well...I heard there was this guy to the east that had such a name..."
"And you stole it?! So you defecate on trees, and steal names?!"
"Well..no..I..."
"What is your real name?" Willow demanded.
"Bairrfhionn Gilroy."
Willow looked at him blankly for a moment. "Say again?"
"Bairrf.."
"No, nevermind. That will not do...and I will not call you Alexander...Xander...now that sounds more easy on the tongue, for both of us."
"Excuse me, but what is happening?" Xander asked, confused by this woman who seemed so in charge.
"Your name is Gilroy, your last one?"
"Uh...yes?"
"It means you serve the red-haired lord....well buster, I’m haired, and its red, so I suppose you peed on my tree for a reason." Willow accepted, heading off twords the road.
"Uh...huh?" Xander followed after her, already more confused.
****
"So you see my father was killed by a archer for the opposing side, and my mother said that he was a great marksman for killing such a worthless piece of chattel, and so they named me Bairrfhionn."
Willow nodded. "What did they call you though?"
"Barf." Xander said brightly,he kicked a stone from his path, whistling cheerfully.
Willow resisted the urge to chuckle. The goddess must have placed this mortal in her path in order to help her find her way, she could see no other reason for his place....other than he entertained her greatly, and made her laugh.
A slight chill stole up Willow’s neck, and she felt dark fingers close around her chest. She spun suddenly, her bow drawn.
"What is it?" Xander asked, frightened, picking up a stick.
"I don’t know...I...I...felt...something..."
Xander looked at her strangely, and then at the forest. The sun was shining, the birds singing, and the wind was breezing. "Someone must’ve walked over your grave." He shrugged.
Willow slid her bow back into its casing, the feeling trickling away like the last drops of dew burning up from the sun. She followed Xander on the path, her steps a little more cautious.
****
"My Lady, you cannot expect him to stay here!" Edurne argued.
Moina sighed, rubbing her temples. "Edurne, he must. The Seer has guided him here, and...there is only one witch searching for her destiny...and you know who that is."
"We cannot risk our lives, our way of life because of your daughter!" Edurne shrilled.
Moina was on her feet in a flash, the slap slamming across the maiden’s face, rendering her to the floor.
Edurne looked up at her mistress, her palm touching the scorching flesh.
Moina reigned in her anger further. "Our mother Goddess gave us women the gift of childbirth...our daughters are her legacy...and I WILL NOT have my daughter spoken against."She hissed.
Edurne cast her eyes down, nodding.
"My lady, she only meant..." Unai soothed his Lady’s nerves.
"I know what exactly she mean Unai. Edurne has always been jealous of her birth friend."
The former witch fought back tears, escaping the room.
"Moina, you speak harshly." Unai shook his head, pouring a glass of cold wine for his friend.
"Unai, I invite a demon into our Valley,and a Seer from outside. They bring news that my daughter...will.." Moina choked, unwilling to let herself finish.
Her longtime confidant kneeled down. "It will be okay my Lady, you will find your path through this, but please...." He paused, unwilling to continue.
"What is it?" Moina encouraged. Unai had the gift to see the way lives connected, the way everything was cohesive together.
"The demon is the man, the man is apart of the demon...remember that the man had to die to regain his life, and that his ties to the Dark Ones are closer than any other’s could be."
Moina nodded solemnly. "Thank you. Please...bring them to me..."
~Part: 4~
"Are we prisoners?" Cordelia asked.
"No." Angel replied, watching the attendants move around the room.
"How do you know?"
"We aren’t dead." Angel said simply.
"Aren’t we just Mr. Reassuring?" Cordy snorted.
"What do you want Cordelia, me to snap my fingers and get us outta here?"
"Oh, yeah, like that would work in a place full of witches!" Cordelia snapped.
They looked at each other sheepishly for a moment.
A voice cleared their throat. A older man stood in the doorway, a long grey robe matching his equally blue-gray eyes.
"Excuse me for interrupting. My name is Unai, I’ve been asked to bring you both to see Moina."
Angel nodded. "Who is she?"
Unai regarded Angel for a moment. "Moina is our Lady, the High Priestess of our Order."
Cordelia sighed. "Great, another confrontation."
Unai smiled slightly. "Please, follow me."
****
"What was this vision, Lady Cordelia?"
"In five days, well four now, a witch, soon to be Priestess is to be taken for a ritual, and infused with the heart of a demon. It was a witch, searching for her destiny."
Again, Moina’s face paled.
"You know of whom we speak." Angel stated quietly.
Moina nodded. "We do not just let our trainees leave in droves your Highness. We select those that we know when they come back, will be stronger, and ready to take their place among us as Priests, Priestess. There is only one that journeys now."
Moina paused for a moment, her green eyes meeting Angel’s liquid ones. Tears threatened to spill onto her cheeks.
"Willow, my daughter....is that one." She whispered.
****
"You caught that?!" Willow asked.
"With my own hands." Xander smiled triumphantly at his Mistress.
"Amazing." Willow took the light blue butterfly on her open palm, where it fluttered slightly.
Willow whispered to it, giggling as its small antennae wiggled in response.
"You can speak to it?"
Willow let it flutter off her fingers, smiling at her friend. "Yes."
"Are you...a witch?"
"Yes Xander, I am." Willow answered without hesitation.
The man considered her for a moment. "I figured."
Willow quirked her brow as they strode further into the welcoming dusk.
"You’re different. Not strange, but different. Refreshing, as if I could just....I dunno, like when its a hot day, and you dive into a cold spring, like your first breath when you where born."
Willow smiled. "A soul of a poet Xander."
"I’ve always wanted to be a poet."
*Oh demon...you know me then?? I was once a poet...and a musician...and now..its very different.
Music and poetry are something to be prized...I weep for your loss....I need no PITY!*
For some reason those words brought chills to the witch’s skin. She looked around them, wondering what exactly was making her so uncomfortable.
"Where do you want to camp for the night Wills?" Xander asked, unaware of his friend’s worries.
"Somewhere high in the trees." Willow murmured. *Away from the ground and the animals on it.*
"Alright...quick question...am I allowed to pee off the tree?"
Willow burst into giggles
****
"We will find her." Angel answered with certainty.
"Yes, we will." Moina said calmly, rising to her feet.
"My Lady..." Angel began, and was silenced with an angry look.
"As a demon King Angel, you would no doubt know of the protective feelings you hold for those you claim as yours."
Angel’s mind flashed to a certain blonde vampire that he had abandoned with his demon side. Guilt flooded his emotions.
"Yes." He answered simply.
"Then you understand why I am coming with you. My daughter is my precious, and I will not let some demon inhabit her pure body."
Angel nodded carefully.
****
Spike noted the moment that the couple had fallen asleep. He really hated trees. Course his entire kind had issues with wood.
Arawn had commanded something, and fear was a good as any excuse to obey. He shimmed up the tree that held the fiery redhead, and sprinkled the dust that a witch had given him to continue the redheads slumber.
He slipped his arms beneath her, lifting her carefully. He leaped off the leafy branch, landing on his feet almost silently. Her companion was still snoozing deeply in the leaves.
He settled her on the ground, looking into the shadows carefully. "You there luv?"
"I’m not your love demon." The veiled witch stepped into the moonlight.
Spike ignored her, and motioned to the inert girl on the ground. The witch raised her arms, calling a circle rather quickly. The hairs on the back of Spike’s neck stood on end.
"Purest of the Goddess Kind...
Beloved by the Motherhood
Truest to self...and hated by few...
Fated life to end early...
demonized body to be sent to hell...
I intervene...calling to the sky...
calling to the women who
were shadowed by your kind...
Goneril, goddess of women passed over...
bring retribution...avenge my honor...
bring things to rights!!!!"
The witch broke into her own language, the mystic energy swirling around her.
A booming, soothing voice swirled around the grove of tree’s.
~"You seek avenge rights childe of Goddess order of Valley...denied your wish...encircling yourself with a demon to bring about your whims....punishment shall be yours in eternity’s grasp..."~
The witch was thrown from the circle...yet Spike could not move.
~"Seeker of answers demon...you shall find your answers...only as she lives...bound as one...life is yours to seek him..."~
Spike felt the energy that had been the circle channel through him to the witch that was still sleeping...he screamed, and fell unconscious.
Small Note on the Names:
Alastriona: Defender of mankind
Moina: tender
Aine: Fire
Aodh: Fire
Boynton: Place of the white water
Deoch: myth name, Princess of Munster
Claec: dark
Aegelmaere: infamous (derived from the oppsite of Angel: pure, son of god)
Cocidius: hunter god
Raedanoran: from the red shore
Gilroy: serves the red-haired lord
Bairrfhionn: good marksman
Edurne: snow
Unai: shepherd
Goneril: mythic goddess
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