Willow had not slept a wink all night. Earlier she'd borrowed a few of Sam and Dean's magic books, and she'd spend the entire night transfixed by them. She still couldn't remember why, but she certainly could feel an intense amount of power emanating from the text. She'd also learned the hard way that one should not read the text out loud without knowing beforehand what the effect would be - working out the translation of librum incendere by saying it out loud had almost cost Sam and Dean one of the books.
Eventually the lack of sleep caught up with her, and after the third time nodding off, Willow decided to call it quits. Closing the book and setting it aside, she got to her feet only to be nearly blown against the wall by an incredible force. Her skin tingling, Willow could feel the power and the magic in the air. Another sudden force hit her, and with it came a rush of memories: Charlie Brown Christmas at Xander's house; meeting Buffy and learning about Vampires for the first time; her first time with Oz; her last fight with Xander before he left her. Her entire life of lost memories returned, bringing tears to her eyes from the emotion. Blinking her eyes to clear the tears, she didn't notice the last bit of magic until she refocused.
She was not where she had been before. In front of her was an old monochrome CRT screen with the numbers 4 8 15 16 23 and 42 typed on it, and somewhere was a loud klaxon blaring. Looking down she saw her finger (NOT her finger!!) poised above a key labeled 'Execute'. In disbelief she blinked and rubbed her eyes again.
The scene changed again. This time she was sitting in front of a screen with a simple chess game displayed. It took her a moment to realize that the reason the screen and surrounding area looked strange was because she had no depth perception, and touching her face confirmed that she was wearing an eye patch.
"No, no, no! Someone is playing with some powerful magics!" said Willow, disturbed to find her voice was male with a heavy Eastern European accent. Catching on to a pattern, she decided to experiment and closed her eyes for a moment. She was rewarded with another scene change upon opening them again, this time it was a large metal room with a large pool of water in the center and a blinking yellow/orange light through a door in the distance.
Willow closed and reopened her eyes several more times, each time being rewarded with a different unusual scene - the worst was standing over a pit filled with hundreds of old decayed corpses. Finally the cycle brought her back to where she'd started. Just to be sure, she ran across the hallway and checked her reflection in the mirror - red hair, both eyes, no eye patches, still have breasts. "I'm me again!" she exclaimed.
Willow became concerned as she realized that this might very well be going on all over the bunker. Realizing that she was likely one of the best people to combat the spell, she headed for the other side of the bunker, where she could find help amongst the other magically gifted people.
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[Willow] Magical Merry-Go-Round
Date: 2007-05-25 03:57 am (UTC)Eventually the lack of sleep caught up with her, and after the third time nodding off, Willow decided to call it quits. Closing the book and setting it aside, she got to her feet only to be nearly blown against the wall by an incredible force. Her skin tingling, Willow could feel the power and the magic in the air. Another sudden force hit her, and with it came a rush of memories: Charlie Brown Christmas at Xander's house; meeting Buffy and learning about Vampires for the first time; her first time with Oz; her last fight with Xander before he left her. Her entire life of lost memories returned, bringing tears to her eyes from the emotion. Blinking her eyes to clear the tears, she didn't notice the last bit of magic until she refocused.
She was not where she had been before. In front of her was an old monochrome CRT screen with the numbers 4 8 15 16 23 and 42 typed on it, and somewhere was a loud klaxon blaring. Looking down she saw her finger (NOT her finger!!) poised above a key labeled 'Execute'. In disbelief she blinked and rubbed her eyes again.
The scene changed again. This time she was sitting in front of a screen with a simple chess game displayed. It took her a moment to realize that the reason the screen and surrounding area looked strange was because she had no depth perception, and touching her face confirmed that she was wearing an eye patch.
"No, no, no! Someone is playing with some powerful magics!" said Willow, disturbed to find her voice was male with a heavy Eastern European accent. Catching on to a pattern, she decided to experiment and closed her eyes for a moment. She was rewarded with another scene change upon opening them again, this time it was a large metal room with a large pool of water in the center and a blinking yellow/orange light through a door in the distance.
Willow closed and reopened her eyes several more times, each time being rewarded with a different unusual scene - the worst was standing over a pit filled with hundreds of old decayed corpses. Finally the cycle brought her back to where she'd started. Just to be sure, she ran across the hallway and checked her reflection in the mirror - red hair, both eyes, no eye patches, still have breasts. "I'm me again!" she exclaimed.
Willow became concerned as she realized that this might very well be going on all over the bunker. Realizing that she was likely one of the best people to combat the spell, she headed for the other side of the bunker, where she could find help amongst the other magically gifted people.