The Mysidian Legend: Part Four
by Winter
All Buffy related things are owned by Joss Whedon, etc, etc. All things related to Final Fantasy are owned by SquareSoft, etc, etc. In short, I own nothing except the idea for this story.
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"Angel!" Willow yelled, trying to wake the unconscious vampire. She splashed more water into his face in hopes of reviving him, this time receiving the desired results. The vampire stirred.
Willow breathed a sigh of relief as she saw Angel's eyes slowly open and begin to focus. "What happened?" he asked, bewildered.
"Why don't you tell me?" Willow asked, "one minute you're fine, the next, you've landed face-down on the floor, completely out."
"I remember getting really dizzy, then seeing a dragon right in front of me."
"A dragon? Here? You were definitely hallucinating."
"No," Angel clarified, "not here in this room, but with my second sight."
Willow nodded her head in understanding. When she began delving into different Magicks, she had to learn to use and control her second sight. It was difficult to explain, but it was necessary to have. Once a person has conjured up and has in his control a certain amount of energy, they must be able to use their second sight to literally see the energy flowing around them in order to harness it effectively. The second sight is also what enables certain receptive people to have premonitions. They see what is going to happen either with their eyes closed, as in a dream, or in their mind, behind the physical vision, as in a daydream.
"What happened after you saw the dragon?" Willow asked, concerned.
"I woke up," Angel answered truthfully.
"I don't like this," Willow told him, "maybe we should go see Giles. What with the impending prophecy, this may be something important. Unless, of course, you go around seeing dragons all the time."
Angel grinned at Willow's attempt at humor. She always did know how to lighten a situation. Angel nodded his head in response to Willow's former statement and said, "I agree, we should go see Giles."
Willow helped Angel off the floor and the two of them headed to the library.
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"Giles?" Willow called out as she pushed the library doors open, "you here?" It seemed to her a rather pointless question considering the fact that Giles was always at the library.
As Willow and Angel entered into the library, they were surprised to find that everyone else was there as well: Giles, Jenny, Buffy, and Xander.
"What's going on here?" Angel asked, wondering why everyone was assembled here.
"We were invited," Buffy stated, holding up a small white card, "welcome to the party."
"Invited by who?" Willow asked, taking the card from her friend's hand. At closer inspection, she saw that it was a thicker card made out of a material she wasn't familiar with. It wasn't paper, it wasn't an index card, and it wasn't cardboard or tagboard or posterboard. It was soft, almost as if it was woven together by hand, but sturdy. On it was one printed--or sown--in letters of script gold, one simple word: Library.
"We all got one," Xander said, noticing the perplexed look on his friend's face, "for a second, I thought it was an invitation to a real party, but I guess I'm just not that lucky."
"So the million dollar question is," Jenny interrupted, "who sent the cards?"
"I assume by the expressions on your faces that you two didn't receive one?" Giles asked.
Angel and Willow looked at each other a moment, then shook their heads. "Actually, we ended up here for a different reason," Angel began, "I sort of saw this dragon, then blacked out." He decided not to go into the non-existent details.
"I see," Giles said, obviously as baffled by that bit of news as Angel and Willow were. "What sort of dragon?" Giles wanted to get as much information as he could. It may have been some sort of a sign.
"Well, it was pretty big, almost…flowing. Like it was a crest on a flag that was being blown by the wind. Only there wasn't a flag. And the dragon was red."
"A red dragon?" Giles asked, an idea creeping into his mind. But of course it couldn't be relevant. Could it?
"Giles?" Buffy asked, standing up as she recognized the look on her Watcher's face. He was pondering something. "What are you thinking it was?"
Giles was startled out of his thoughts by his slayer's question, then began to explain the direction of his thoughts. "Well, legend has it that the crest on the flag of the Penndragons was a red dragon."
Xander let out a low whistle at the news, but remained quiet. No one in the room was sure what to say next. It obviously meant something big, but they had no idea what.
In that instant, the library doors swung open to reveal a woman surrounded by a golden light standing in the opening.
"I see you have received my invitations."
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