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Returning Darkness

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People only had old information about Willow. They saw her a few years ago, she was here in June, or July, and August a couple years ago. It was as if she just disappeared one day, which, with her being a powerful witch, was actually very possible and likely.

The longer it took to find her, the more nervous everyone became since she was a key person in solving the mystery of these visions. Were they really true, or just a false image of everyone's worst nightmare?

What they didn't know was that she could see them; she was watching them. She hadn't planned on showing herself to them, especially not this early, but her plans had no option but to change. She had fallen a little bit deeper into the magic. No, it wasn't magic so much, it was more like a black hole that she didn't want to get sucked into, but there's no fighting it.

They wouldn't understand. They would try and plead with her to come back, they'd say they could help her, but really, they couldn't. There was more going on than they even knew.

But, the timing wasn't right yet. All Willow could do was wait for the right moment to present herself.

Two years ago:

Willow was sitting in her apartment, blogging about the latest trend in spells while listening to an instructor on her headphones. Learning the local language was not as easy as she thought it would be.

"Repeat after me," the voice on the program said.

"Repeat after me. Oh, you probably didn't want me to repeat that part, huh? Well, you're just gonna have to deal with it missy."

There was a knock on the door, but she didn't hear it. The knocking grew louder and more rapidly, but still, Willow did not hear it, she was too focused.

He concentration was broken due to a muffled crash that came from her doorway. Willow got up and went to see what had happened, but she was met by an old woman rushing across her living room.

Willow backed away, but before she could get any words out the lady grabbed her hand, and said, "Two years from now there will be an apocalypse. You will prevent it, but your efforts will not be recognized by anyone else. It must be you and you alone in your struggle. You will have to face your fears and go to the deepest places to complete this task. Do not tell the others of what you are doing; you must embrace the role of villain."

Before Willow could process anything that was said, visions were flashing through her mind. They were shocking, and they wouldn't stop.

There was the final argument between everyone.

Buffy and Faith in a rundown bar.

Xander in a construction area.

She saw herself in different places all over the world.

There were floods, hurricanes, tornados, epidemics. There was so much death.

Her worst nightmare was next.

She saw herself, her hair black as night, standing on the edge of a barren cliff.

A group of slayers was shown next, although they didn't appear to be Giles' slayers.

Then there was Buffy, with a gruesome scar on her face, looking more of a warrior than ever.

Xander looked horrible, bloated, possibly drunk.

Giles was dealing with some papers of some sort.

Dawn was talking to one of the weird looking slayers. It seemed secretive.

Willow, more accurately the witch, was standing across from Buffy. They went to attack.

They were bruised and bloody, they could barely stand.

The visions went black, then there was a flash of light and all that was left was the sound of a scream, full of pain and defeat.

The visions were over. Willow couldn't form any words.

"Wha... Wh..."

"Shhh, don't speak. Do you remember what I told you?"

Willow only nodded her head. She needed to sit down.

"Good. You will figure out your role with time. Be patient, don't rush this," with that the woman was gone.

Willow was left sitting on her couch, completely confused, astonished, and scared. Should she believe the woman? Visions can be faked easily, but something about that felt so real.

She had known for a while that something had upset the universal balance. Did it have anything to do with what happened in L.A. recently? It was all over the news. The city was in complete destruction. She could contact Angel, who was no doubt involved, but she was supposed to work alone…

Somehow she had to figure out what was really going on. A part of her truly did believe the woman, but she couldn't go on blind faith alone.

Present time:

Two years. She had sacrificed so much and tried too hard. Unfortunately, she was failing in her efforts. The apocalypse grew closer, and she was running out of time.

She had to go to the end of the world to figure out what she was supposed to do, and the information she found out there was terrifying.

When she shows up, they will fight her, and she will do whatever it takes to save the world.

If only they could know.