Willow D. Rosenberg
Who: Willow D. Rosenberg
Where: on the coast of South America
When: june14, 2006 early morning.. before sunrise
Invited: open< Xander?>
Status: complete
Having been walking for two days from where she had gathered the last of the food stuff from the other slayer house to a large woven bag, Willow finally reached the coast, to the place where hell had happened. Her fingers wrapped around the necklace at her neck, the gift from Xander, she said a small prayer of hope to the Goddess that she will be able to make it to where ever Xander is. She stands at the door of one of the slayer dorms, and sees the marks of the Fate’s handmaiden plague marks. Showing that the house was dead… She wanders why she was saved… why she was only one make it alive. After the wave, moments of utter lightness and shattering pain that followed in the aftermath, burning what remained of her friends… there was 20 of them.. Slayers, watchers, and her… then came Fate’s Handmaiden…and she was left alone after nursing all of her friends and the new slayers until she was alone. She had finally figured a way to use the virus to destroy more demons and vampires to let the remaining humans have better chances.
Now she stood here on the coast… and she watched the sunrise… for moments before she began to gather other things that she may need in her journeys to find Xander. She gathered two duffels of clothes , medicines, an over stocked first aid kit that she demanded that the slayers keep stocked went in a back pack with bottles of water, juice three small containers of soda, and handful of seed packets that may come in handy.
She then went though the cupboards and gathered all the boxed and canned foods that she could fit in the black trash bag she had taken from her own supplies.. Deciding that she may have to use more magical energy, but she was taking all she had to so that her and Xander could possibly live longer.
Now she stood at the edge of the coast.. and she closed her eyes praying with every bit her might that her teleporting will get her closer to Xander.. And that Xander would be able to hear her call..
She wrapped her fingers around the necklace again. And she whispered :
“ Xander. Xander. Xander.”
Where: on the coast of South America
When: june14, 2006 early morning.. before sunrise
Invited: open< Xander?>
Status: complete
Having been walking for two days from where she had gathered the last of the food stuff from the other slayer house to a large woven bag, Willow finally reached the coast, to the place where hell had happened. Her fingers wrapped around the necklace at her neck, the gift from Xander, she said a small prayer of hope to the Goddess that she will be able to make it to where ever Xander is. She stands at the door of one of the slayer dorms, and sees the marks of the Fate’s handmaiden plague marks. Showing that the house was dead… She wanders why she was saved… why she was only one make it alive. After the wave, moments of utter lightness and shattering pain that followed in the aftermath, burning what remained of her friends… there was 20 of them.. Slayers, watchers, and her… then came Fate’s Handmaiden…and she was left alone after nursing all of her friends and the new slayers until she was alone. She had finally figured a way to use the virus to destroy more demons and vampires to let the remaining humans have better chances.
Now she stood here on the coast… and she watched the sunrise… for moments before she began to gather other things that she may need in her journeys to find Xander. She gathered two duffels of clothes , medicines, an over stocked first aid kit that she demanded that the slayers keep stocked went in a back pack with bottles of water, juice three small containers of soda, and handful of seed packets that may come in handy.
She then went though the cupboards and gathered all the boxed and canned foods that she could fit in the black trash bag she had taken from her own supplies.. Deciding that she may have to use more magical energy, but she was taking all she had to so that her and Xander could possibly live longer.
Now she stood at the edge of the coast.. and she closed her eyes praying with every bit her might that her teleporting will get her closer to Xander.. And that Xander would be able to hear her call..
She wrapped her fingers around the necklace again. And she whispered :
“ Xander. Xander. Xander.”