Thank you all so much for your kind responses and words of encouragement...
Now, this update... is wee. Wee meaning small...
But particularly in this case it means tiny, insignificant almost in it's minute size.
But, there will be more tomorrow...
Here We Go!
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Previously in "There You Are":
“Willow, Tara, this is Morrigan”, Ghaena introduced.
“A pleasure”, Morrigan smiled...
“There”, Willow stated, pointing to a gnarled, leafless tree. “I think”, she added, her voice filling with puzzlement and fear.
“Oh my”, breathed Tara, taking in the sight. When they had bound the entity to the tree, it had taken the shape of a sort of skeletal bird stuck forever in a pose as if it were crying out. But now, the trunk had split up the center, as if it had been struck by a lightening bolt, the middle charred and broken, flaying the old bird in half.
“Well, that is certainly not a good sign”, Ghaena grumbled, taking a step toward the petrified bark.
“Don’t” warned Morrigan. “There is darkness here.”
“Danger…” Ghaena managed to mutter, her eyes wide as she made a hastier retreat. “It’s a trap. RUN!” A strong root took hold of her right leg above the ankle.
“Morrigan!” she cried out in desperation.
But Morrigan did not move.And now.. the resolution to last week's cliffhanger:
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“Morrigan!!!” the brunette screamed as she was dragged further into the earth that was now up to her chest.
Hearing Ghaena’s pleas for help, Buffy came to a screeching halt in her retreat. Her sudden stop likewise causing Tara and Willow pause.
“Ghaena’s in trouble”, the slayer said before quickly turning and backtracking her movements.
Buffy made it to the scene first, of course, followed swiftly by Willow and Tara.
“What are you doing?” the slayer berated the dark-haired woman, “Why aren’t you helping her?”
Morrigan stayed silent, only watching.
Buffy regarded the priestess with a look of horror. She’s just going to let her die, she thought. Buffy made a move to step past the priestess, but Morrigan put up a hand to stop her.
“Don’t”, she said simply, “It will pull you down too.”
“We have to do something!” Buffy argued, using her slayer strength to push past Morrigan and toward Ghaena.
“Buffy, be careful!” Willow hollered after her.
“It will do no good”, Morrigan said softly, “See how it hunts her.” The priestess pointed to a fresh root growing from the ground seemingly in pursuit of Buffy’s advance, moving to intercept. “She should have stayed back.”
“What are we going to do?” asked Tara, her eyes wide with fear.
For the first time, Morrigan blinked, then turned to regard the blonde witch, her eyes kind. “Simple”, she stated, “I command the wood.” The dark lady looked back to where Buffy lay struggling now with Ghaena. Raising her hand, she quietly muttered, “Teasairg.”
Suddenly, the dangerous vines began to retreat into the ground, leaving Buffy and Ghaena lying on top of the cold dirt, gasping for breath.
Morrigan approached the fallen pair, extending her hand first to the slayer. Buffy merely looked at her, then pushed herself up off the ground without help, crossing back over to Willow’s side. Morrigan then offered assistance to Ghaena, who let out a defeated sigh and grudgingly accepted the other priestess’s hand.
“Conas atá tú?”, she asked.
“Tá mé ceart go leor.”, Ghaena replied, dusting herself off. “Go raibh maith agat.”
“Ahem!” announced the slayer.
Ghaena sighed again, looking to Morrigan, “English”, she instructed.
The other priestess nodded and turned to the others. “We should go, I’m not sure how long the darkness will remain at bay.”
“Alright”, agreed Buffy, “Back to the house. But you’ve got a lot of explaining to do.” She said the last staring pointedly at both priestesses.
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TBC...
"Promise me you'll never be linear." "On my trout."
Edited by: DarkWiccan at: 7/20/02 2:28:37 pm