Leaving the Island
There had been murmurs for some time that somewhere on the island was a portal. No one could say where the portal lead to, but those who had gone in hadn't come back. If a hole to a magical land had appeared anywhere else, most people would have the sense to stay away from it, but this island wasn't "anywhere else", so the number of occupants started shrinking. At first it was just one or two people that were missing (but that was nothing new here either), but after awhile it seemed like there was no one left. Tara could go days without seeing more than one other person, and those who were left didn't have the usual stories of their friends being kidnapped by the people in the jungle they called "The others". Everyone figured it was the portal.
Through a little digging and a lot of relying on her gut to take her to whatever magic was on the island, Tara found the spot. She moved a cautious hand in the air around it, doing her best to sense whatever energy was contained there. It definitely had a sense of evil about it, but she didn't get the feeling that it was a portal to a hell-dimension or the like. She racked her brain for any knowledge she had of portals and if she could come back through one if she didn't like where she ended up. Trouble was, every portal was different, it seemed. The one Buffy jumped into needed blood to open it up, for example, but this one seemed open all the time. It didn't seem to be sucking her in, so that was good. Seemed like it respected the free-will of whomever was outside, at least.
Tara glanced around the room, remembering everything about the strange trip to this island. She hadn't figured anything out, really. When she woke up, pained and bloody on the shore, she hoped that there would be some kind of answer here about why she had been called back. Sadly, it seemed that the people here only served up more questions. She had met her lovers ex-girlfriend and known that more of her friends may have been there, but she never found them. She had met people from the future who arrived by spaceship, and talked to rock stars who had recorded music from the time she was still alive. Only Kennedy knew who she really was, and she had seemed more evasive than anything.
She sighed and peered into the gateway again. Despite her doubt, she knew what she had to do. There was nothing for her here. She set her jaw, closed her eyes, and stepped in to the nothingness.
open to anyone who wants to leave or any W&H employee who wants to help Tara figure out what's up with her
Through a little digging and a lot of relying on her gut to take her to whatever magic was on the island, Tara found the spot. She moved a cautious hand in the air around it, doing her best to sense whatever energy was contained there. It definitely had a sense of evil about it, but she didn't get the feeling that it was a portal to a hell-dimension or the like. She racked her brain for any knowledge she had of portals and if she could come back through one if she didn't like where she ended up. Trouble was, every portal was different, it seemed. The one Buffy jumped into needed blood to open it up, for example, but this one seemed open all the time. It didn't seem to be sucking her in, so that was good. Seemed like it respected the free-will of whomever was outside, at least.
Tara glanced around the room, remembering everything about the strange trip to this island. She hadn't figured anything out, really. When she woke up, pained and bloody on the shore, she hoped that there would be some kind of answer here about why she had been called back. Sadly, it seemed that the people here only served up more questions. She had met her lovers ex-girlfriend and known that more of her friends may have been there, but she never found them. She had met people from the future who arrived by spaceship, and talked to rock stars who had recorded music from the time she was still alive. Only Kennedy knew who she really was, and she had seemed more evasive than anything.
She sighed and peered into the gateway again. Despite her doubt, she knew what she had to do. There was nothing for her here. She set her jaw, closed her eyes, and stepped in to the nothingness.
open to anyone who wants to leave or any W&H employee who wants to help Tara figure out what's up with her