The editer has a life of its own! And it is evil!
I haven't posted in a while, there is a reason for this - I hate the text editer! The text editer is Evil, Very evil! I was so hoping that the editer here at DW would be better than the one at LJ. It is, but it still took over 3 hours to post 2 normal pages of a fic - this is ridiculous! This is why I pulled OTD from LJ, I could not post an update without it taking half a day to edit the upload! There will be more ranting on this!
Anyway, I am trying to post it in large enough sections to make reading it pleasant without having to bounce around, but the editer is precluding this. If it takes 3 hours to edit 2 pages - not gonna happen.
The fic has been in work for well over 2 years and I am getting antsy to get it finished and get on with the next one. It is posted at fanfiction.net and at the Spuffy Realm. (Also on rranneverse, but no one can find the site, so that is a moot point.)
It is Spuffy, mostly HET/GEN, some femslash and M/M slash is planned for some of the other books, but not so much in this one. It is AU, meaning it does not hold the comics as canon, everything else, but not the comics. (with very few exceptions,) It begins, well, now basically, either this past summer or next summer, roughly 9-10 years after the end of ATS.
The Intro should show and the rest SHOULD be under a cut, ( if it took, if not - sorry people, that's the best I could do - delete it from yout page if you don't want to read it.)
Power Alone is Not Enough
Book One: Other than Dead
Introduction:
A legacy...Into every generation… is a hard thing to live up to… There is a chosen one… and an even harder burden to bare...One girl in all the world… when it is come upon at a tender age… One born with the strength and skill… and everything… To stop the spread of Evil…literally depends on it…She alone will stand against the vampires…what then the end of innocence… the demons and the Forces of Darkness… when even evil is no longer pure…She is the Slayer.
Willow Speaks: "You think you know,"
Followed by Spike: "What you are,"
Then Buffy: "What is to come,"
Dawn: "You haven't even begun,"
And Giles: "The world is doomed."
Prologue the First: Africa, Eight years, three months ago:
He had been here since there was a here to be, and now this task, at least, was done.
There had been many, often even more than one per millennia, as time is reckoned now in this the rising of man, and they had been-entertaining.
As he had been told the proof would come, in truth, would be compelled to do so.
And so it did.
And, as he had been told, he would doubt the proof that it might be proved.
And doubt he did.
This could not be proof of the paradox. It was too small; larger than the scarab, yes, but they were many and it was but one and alone; smaller in mass and in muscle than the other trials by far.
And fragile, not even true daemon stood before him but mortal born.
Indeed, the trials themselves seemed set, as set they were, against this one, against its kind in particular.
Hmm, the Archangel thought, perhaps then this be telling true, and I should not doubt, but doubt he had to.
No, it was too young, not yet two centuries, a mere portion of a blink of an eye, far too young to be proof.
Yet it bore the mark and by measure of its kind could not be marked.
The Archangel thought the motive selfish; it sounded so, but if proved true as stated would be thus pure and that truth be in the Trial not in the telling.
The other requirements are they met?
The Archangel probed as he spoke to it; his words meant naught, the probing all.
Does it know or is it ignorant?
It did not know specifically, but by nature and in general-yes and specific awareness was never stipulated.
Does it fear or has it courage?
It had feared once and often and if it survived was certain would again; although for now, the metal was tempered well. And courage; courage and foolhardiness, they are often one. It would not leave without what it came for or it would not leave. It was here all the same.
Has it strength or is it weak?
No it did not have the strength, in that it would fail. It had not fed; in truth, it hadn't fed well in a long time. It would fail, but neither quickly nor quietly. It would fight and it would struggle until it won or was no more.
Hmm, is that perhaps enough?
"Do your worst," it said, "...but when I win, I want what I came here for."
The Archangel chuckled to himself, 'When,' ha, yes, determined it is nonetheless.
Lastly, that to be restored must at once be given and freely. Yes, yes that was already so.
Well, the Archangel thought, let the proof be proven, then.
Thus the Trial began and in its due was done.
There is yet time."
"I should tidy up.
No?
True, time will attend to it.
Afterward the Archangel mused aloud to that which Be:And in after thought he asked, "May I watch?"
Answer was given.
The Archangel smiled as he unfurled his wings and he set with them upon the heavens and the stars heard the peal of his laughter.