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All four of them were sitting around their once-leader’s grave, three holding candles, one holding a life-giving urn. From Anya’s opinion, Willow was crossing the line with this spell. Sure, she liked Buffy enough to know it was good when she was around, but what if she didn’t want to be brought back?

These obviously dark magic’s that Willow was invoking were something Anya wished she could have avoided, considering that the Witch in question was being tortured by some unknown foe.

Tara tried to convince Xander and I that all was going as planned, but she cant fool me, this was dangerous power we were all messing with.

Lightning crackled through the sky as a large beam of swirling energy entered Willow, and even I could see the dark roots showing on the usually red head. Xander thinks I don’t understand a lot of “human” things, but I do understand the attraction to darkness, the very expression that is showing on Willows face right now.

I notice that the flashes in the clouds are getting more intense and before I can say ‘Don’t hurt the money!’ The normal kind of energy from the sky crashes down and splits the urn right in two! This I could have predicted! Silly mortals…





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