by Willowfan
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Story Tara has to deal with a destiny she doesn't know about and doesn't want.
Prologue
Michael Moorlon sat cross-legged, staring at the fire. ‘She will be here soon’ he thought to himself. He could always feel her approaching. They had been joined since birth, he knew everything about her, and she knew everything about him.
He tried to steady himself, but the beast in him demanded attention. He forced the creature down further, using finely honed techniques he had developed over the years.
Michael had been waging this war for over forty years. He was going to eventually lose. He knew that. The dark magic he contained and controlled ate away at his soul, every day another little piece was consumed. It was a race with time he knew he would lose.
Michael opened his eyes and stared at the young boy sitting across the fire from him. The boy had runes drawn onto his head and over his heart. He was prepared to accept the burden his father bore. It was his destiny and he calmly awaited his fathers passing to accept it.
Feeling the weight of his fathers gaze, the boy opened his eyes. He smiled lightly at his father and glanced over the older mans shoulder. His smile grew broader.
“Good evening, Ray-na.” Michael spoke softly, not turning. He used the woman’s sacred name, the name given to her when she accepted the mantle of his Guardian.
The woman breezed past him and waved her hand. The circle opened to admit her and sealed behind her. She glanced sideways and gave the boy a smile, which brightened him to no end. “Good evening to you, Cor.” She replied, also using his sacred name.
“Where is your charge?” he asked, noticing the young girl was missing.
“She is my daughter, and she is home in bed asleep.” Ray-na replied sitting down, folding her legs in a lotus position.
“She should be here!” Michael snapped, his words a lot harsher than he intended.
Ray-na just looked at Michael, letting her energy flow outwards to envelop him.
Michael inhaled sharply as a deep sense of calm washed over him. He sat in comfort and let the love Ray-na sent out wash away the darkness rising in his soul. Tears started to well in his eyes and he felt the calm carry him off.
“I am sorry, Ray-na.” He whispered. “I was nearly overcome.” He spoke softly.
“All is well, Michael.” She replied letting the power she wielded draw back from the ether. “It was another attack?” she asked.
Michael nodded. “And they are getting worse.” He added.
“Last night I went out and killed several vampires…and even a couple of demons.” He spoke, his voice shuddering as the darkness began to rise again in him.
“I came home and…I was still seething with energy.” He looked up at Ray-na, his voice cracking. “I could not contain it as easily as I was once able to.” His voice was raw with emotion. And that emotion was fear.
Ray-na simply nodded her head. “I could feel that.” She replied warily. “I tried to help…but…” she trailed off.
Michael looked up and for the first time noticed the bruise swelling under her left eye. The beast in him roared at the outrage. That primate defiled her nightly, and he had the audacity to strike her?
He felt no sexual urgings towards her, but loved her no less than a sister. They were connected by a bond stronger than most people shared over the course of their entire lives. He should have felt her distress, but instead he sent wave after wave of his power shooting into the ether at her.
She had her own pain to deal with, and he had assaulted her with his. He felt now the guilt over his actions. She deserved better than this.
She was a being of light, of love. She could not know darkness. And that was her curse. She was chosen to balance him. To keep him in check so he could perform his duty.
When he died, she would die as well. That is why she trained her daughter. Her daughter would take her place as a keeper, and she would watch his son. It had been this way for almost three thousand years. The cycle was endless.
There were prophecies that foretold of it breaking, but they had never come to pass. No, he would die and so would Ray-na. That was the way the Concorde had decided it.
The War of the Warlocks had been very decisive, and the warlocks had lost. This was their punishment. One of the lineages was chosen, and his ancestors would carry the power that all of the warlocks had abused over the time of the war.
This would prevent the power from being accessed by other warlocks and condemn the holder to a torturous demise.
The Wicca coven that designed this punishment was thought of as to severe by other covens. They all met at a sacred gathering and appointed a volunteer. This woman would be charged to ease the burden of the condemned soul. Her progeny would also carry this burden, so the oath would not be taken lightly.
Ray-na’s ancestor had stepped up immediately and taken the mantle.
‘She had been the one to condemn Ray-na to this fate. Ray-na’s blood was on her soul.’ Michael thought bitterly.
He felt another flash of pure, white energy wash through him.
Ray-na let the power flow freely and allowed Michael to drink it in deeply. His anger was burning her soul. She knew it was not his fault, but it did not ease her pain any less. The time was defiantly closer, now. Any day now she would have to release the spell that would transfer all the power he wielded into his son. She would have to channel such energy that she would sacrifice herself in the process.
She did not mind dying, she had lived her life. She had given birth to two beautiful children and loved each of them dearly.
Her thoughts drifted to her daughter. She would have to carry on the mantle of Guardian. She would have to be the one to, one day, take the life of a person she would grow to love as a brother. She would be the one to one day have to die.
Her daughter was much to gentle to do such a thing. But destiny did not care. Destiny demanded it, and so Tara was trained to one day contain the vessel that housed the purest concentrated form of Dark Magick the world had ever known.
She would grow to love this person and she would one day have to kill him.
She hoped her daughter could forgive her.
Three days later
Tara walked home with her father. Her mother had died suddenly and she missed her terribly. She was in such a state of shock that she did not even notice Donny beating a boy after the burial.
The boy had come to talk with Tara about whom she was and what she had to do. After one spell, they would be joined and she would know her full destiny.
Donny would not have anything to do with it. He beat the boy, and the boy just took it. His power would manifest quickly and he would be back.
That time never came. The state took the boy and he never saw Tara again. She moved to Sunnydale, Ca. and lived a normal life…for as normal as it could be in Sunnydale.
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