Clarity in Alcohol

Nov 18, 2004 20:55

As the alcohol works its way through my system I try to figure out how I just became serviced to an Old One. I replay my words in my head, trying to see if they led me into this situation. Sadly, it appears that they have.

I have never been a great one for words - often tripping over my tongue while trying to get my point across. I am much better with other people's words. Books, diaries, prophecies - therein lie my talents. But speaking? Saying the right thing at the proper time?

I was only trying to not anger her. Even as she is now, not at her full strength, it is obvious that Illyria commands a great deal of power. Her only alleigance is to Wesley's memory, from what I understand. She could just as easily align herself with this Ruza character, The First, and the Senior Partners.

And now she has seen something in me that reminds her of her bookman. Wesley? Despite being an arrogant prat, we were both trained as Watchers.

My eyes close as I remember my profession. I must remember to speak to Roger and ask him to not mention this development to anyone. The head of the Watcher's Council in service to an Old One. I'd be forced out of the Council for such a betrayal.

Yet it was not a choice I was given. Illyria declared me fit to be her guide. While not stated, I had the impression that this appointment was not one I could refuse.

Besides, if I am to guide her, she is more likely to remain on our side. And once her powers are returned to her, she will be an even greater ally.

I can only hope that others will see this new development the same way.
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