**Author’s Note: This is the second entry into Buffy’s diary.
The most horrible moment is about to happen…soon.
Every Day One in the entire village is ready to go up against the Evil of the Night Ones.
My powers are growing incredibly fast that it almost frightens me as beyond extreme.
But I learn to handle it.
All I’m ready for is to defend the Good and the peace that lingers in this
Forests of the Night and to help my fellow Day Ones defend the Good that they’re doing.
It feels like we’re about to start the Night Wars once again, but this doesn’t even come close to that.
The Night Wars begins on the night before the End of the Millennium six months from now.
It feels like forever.
This battle we’re about to go to is only happening because the bastard
Leader of the Night Ones wants to destroy us and use my own
powers for their own gain and selfish greed beyond measure.
The thought sickens me with disgust and vile and it angers me that I could feel a spark of flame
burning with such white hot intensity inside the core of my soul flickering and burning with red hot fire.
I’m more than ready to help and battle against the Evil.
I’ve never felt more ready in my entire life till now.
But the one thing I’m not ready for is that someone that I love may lose his or her life.
The thought terrifies me because it could be anyone, including the love of my life.
I couldn’t bear at the thought of losing him or anyone else, but I guess
that’s the price to pay when you‘re trying to save and protect humanity
from one Evil that wants to destroy every precious thing that represents it.
All the emotions and the anger I feel towards this doesn’t
and cannot compare to what all of us are feeling right now at this moment.
They tell me that we should expect the battle to start any time now and it scares me.
And the thought of it makes me feel so anxious and afraid for
everything and everyone that I hold dear within my own bleeding heart.
Like a dagger piercing my own heart in excruciating pain that I cannot bear much longer.
But the only thing I can think of is that we must be ready to face them and to
be ready for any sacrifices that must and have to be made. We have to fight until our last breath.
I could only hope that all of us can win this and come out alive.
If not…. If something happens….
Buffy Summers stopped writing in her diary, dropping the pen to the stone bench where she sat at.
Everything in the night was still and quiet, the silence the only thing
that lingered in the darkness, along with the cries of the crickets chirping in symphony.
Silver kisses that cascaded through the swaying trees kissed her slim form, stars
twinkling brightly like white hot fire across the clear cloak of night.
Silence instilled with the sweet smell of gardenia blossoms
intoxicating the cool breeze that caressed her cheek.
Something was wrong.
It was too silent in the night that surrounded Buffy.
Suspicion rose within her power.
Purple embers of energy crackled and radiated her form like a golden halo.
Black shadows flickered and swayed between the trees
that wafted the smell of sweet pine into the cool night air.
Splashes of water slapped her cheeks gently.
Embers of power crackled between her fingertips.
Her eyes pierced the darkness of the trees that stood eerily in front of her like
looming shadows, sensing for any hidden presence that might lingered in the night.
“Buffy! Buffy!” a female voice cried out her name, breaking the silence of the night.
Rowan appeared towards her with shadows caressing her face.
“They’re coming,” Rowan whispered, and the words sent chills that shook Buffy to the bone.
“We must go,” Rowan whispered quietly, and the witches took off towards
the village where Buffy’s ears picked up sounds that pierced the veil of the darkness.
They walked passed through the iron spiked gates of the mansion and joined
the others as they were fighting the cloaked dark figures of the Night Ones that were trespassing.
“We can’t let them enter the mansion. We have to help them,” Rowan whispered, crackles
of red energy forming between her hands as a few cloak figures ran towards her.
The fireball hit the cloaked figures, and they disappeared
into the darkness, their screams piercing the cloak of night.
Rowan’s power was truly amazing.
Then both her and Buffy held hands together as more crackles of
purple and red embers form to create a very large fireball between them.
“Get her! Get her!” A ominous voice shouted from the shadows.
It was the Leader of the Night Ones, standing before them with shadows flickering in and out of its face.
Again, the voice was so familiar to Buffy.
Then she and Rowan threw the very powerful fireball directly
at the Night Ones that carried tourches and pitchforks in their hands.
“You’re ours now, Witch,” one of the figures taunted.
The fireball hit the figures, and they too disappeared into the darkness as well.
The battle has finally begun….
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