Kragdon

A/N: here is part two enjoy - for those of you who are still wondering Kragdon is my own made up thing that is a person who was exiled only to be reborn; a person who knew both good and evil, but still prevailed; a half breed that is a natural born leader/killer; a common contrast

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**Answers and Explanations 2**

Morgan’s eyes widening in recognition and panic. She raced forward calling on all the magicks that she had possessed to grab the girl and keep her safe, but she was a second two late. Having to watch Glorificus grab the girl and pull her body close enough that not even paper could penetrate the space a tear sprung to her face as she was reminded of a different time and place with a different god taking something precious to her away.

"DAWN!?!" Giles shouted reaching out to rescue the girl before he was viciously backhanded by the
ex-gods striking blow. Knocked unconscious she watched as both Pantherians attacked in order to save their "cubbling" only for one to be kicked in the ribs and the other to be hit by a flying arrow that came out of nowhere, just as the scab infested minions entered into the fray. Frozen in place she stood there and watched as her husband pulled his own sword and entered the fray of battle. Charging in with thunderclouds following in a blaze of glory and anticipation as the fight began to get heated.

Glorificus already gone with her prize, the minions who were smart enough to follow her left with their tail behind their legs, while the others less intelligent died some swiftly others not. Lost in her memories she could only watch as the battle ended as swiftly as it had begun. Bodies littered the house, broken furniture was visible everywhere, one of the Pantherians was dead and the other looked as if it were on the heels of death its self, the old british mage was unconscious buried under a body of a dead minion, and her husband who had cuts all over his arms and chest, covered in blood, breathing heavily. She wanted to move and comfort him but she was lost in the past remembering what the oracles had told her.

**Flashback**

"Welcome, lower being" Brother said to the little sorceress that stood before them unafraid.

"What have u brought us?" He asked of her.

Looking up at him as if her were some sort of illusion, she spoke in a voice barely above a whisper "I am looking for my brother, I hath gotten lost in the mists. Would u par chance know the way through them?"

"Honestly Brother, show some decorum, it is we who have sought the child out after all?" A woman stepped into view a teasing smile on her face as she regarded morgain and the man she called brother.

"That is beside the point!” he stated staring at the woman annoyed, “She should have still brought supplication, forgive my sister she tends to be a little forgetful in her standing.” He spoke looking now at morgain like that would have explained everything.

"Ignore him child," the woman spoke directly to morgain now "you have nothing to fear, we have no designs to lay harm to u, unlike others who you will come to know as you grow older." she said with a flip of her hand and a nonchalance posture.

"Where am I?" Morgain asked as she looked up at the man and woman before her.

"A conjuncture." The man spoke "A place in between, your realm and that of the powers."

"Like the gods?" the girl asked, only to hear a chuckle that came from the woman’s lips as she circled morgain as if she were studying her.

“Why are you here” Brother asked pointedly looking at the young morgain

“I was playing in the mists and they led me here, why am I here?” she asked

“To start a war” Brother started as sister jumped in from there “Befall a kingdom”

Bro: “betray a country and set the coarse of time”

Sis: “Bring down a god”

Bro: “create a new breed”

Sis: “Watch all that you love die”

Bro & Sis Together : “Save the Last of a dying breed, a champion, a queen!”

M: “what how will I do all of this, why would I do such a thing I love my brother!”

Bro: “we did not speak its name”

Sis: “her powers grow”

Bro: “she has yet to comprehend what it is she will accomplish”

M: “what are you talking about? Tell me so I should know of the evils you speak of.”

Sis: “a child whose age is endless,”

Bro: “but is no more then a waif”

Sis: “shall have the power to open a gate way"

Bro: "to fold the fabric of time"

Sis: "and collapse the walls of all dimensions”

Bro & Sis: “The Key will take that of what u most care about, render her human, dead”

M: “what who?”

Bro:“A daughter,"

Sis: "The Kragdon”

**End Flashback**

“Morgan… Morgan?”

“Leave her, we have to find Buffy and tell her about dawn!”

“I will not leave her, and Buffy can rot for all I care, the only thing I am concerned about my wife and the safety of my daughter.”

“I don’t think you understand the consequences of what has just happened”

“Don’t talk to me of consequences, fool. If that little waif had been gone like she was supposed to be none of this would have happened.”

“Why you….”

“Stop it both of you!” Morgan shouted, “Ares, dear, go and find Faith, Buffy should be with her, you wizard, call the witches, and have them call the boy, have everyone meet at the shop.” she directed.

“excuse me who do you think…” Giles started to protest before he was automatically cut off once again by Morgan.

“I have no time for insolence, nor do I care who or what you are, I have not lived over a millenia just to see the world end now.” Morgan shouted out , no longer having patience of any kind to grasp onto.

“Dear…” Ares started.

“GO!”

With that both men, disappeared to do their tasks. Sighing Morgan walked into the house, a thin layer of mist following her trail, cleaning up that which did not belong. Turning she silently watched as the mist went to work, saddened by the amount of death that she had just witnessed and the wars that she had experienced in her past, it all ended in destruction. Though she wouldn’t be Morgan the Fay, if she had not done the things she did and would continue to do for the lives of others.

Hearing a gasp coming from the left of her she felt tears come to her eyes as she spied the now changed Selena, dying from blood loss. Watching as the mists retreated and went on with its task she approached the now bloodied human.

“Sar’ah?”

“Shh… don’t move, everything is going to be fine.” Morgan said avoiding the question.

“Sar’ah” was whispered again with a pleading tone added.

“I… I’m sorry… she was very brave..” Morgan started.

“No…” Tears started to form on the young Pantherians eyes as she realized what she was being told.

Morgan seeing the pain on Selena’s face knew that she didn’t have enough time to ask but also knew how hard this was for the young woman. Moving forward she asked “Where are the daggers?”

“what?”

“The Weeping Sisters, where are they?”

Pulling herself together Selena answered “safe… they are safe…”

“yes but where?”

“it hurts… it hurts to breath… so tired…”

“shh… I know it hurts now but soon it will be over, but I need you to tell me where they are?”

“Grim’ska, ranga tumosa leit. Ap’so nerwa.” (Where, man treads no more and evil can not enter.) Selena spoke. “im… sorry… I cant…”

“Shhh… Its okay,” Morgan interrupted, “you did good… Rest now.”

Selena closed her eyes, feeling more at peace and free then she had ever felt before, breathing her last breath as she died, joining her Mate in death. Letting it be be known that she regretted that she couldn’t have been more help as a single tear ran down her naked cheek. That was the last Morgan saw before the mists swept the body away taking it to join that of its soul mates.

Wiping her own tears Morgan then setting off to the one place that she could think of where the daggers would be safe. She just prayed that she could make it there in time.

**England**

A lightning blot hit the ground in front of Travers manor bringing with it an irate god of war. Paying no heed to the warning bells that were going off in his head he strode into the house and up the stairs to the study where he could feel the presence of his daughter.

“ohhhh… Faith… yes”

“…Buffy…”

Pausing at the door as his eyes widening to the size of saucers as he guessed from the heavy breathing and calls exactly what was going on behind that door. A odd blush colored his cheeks as he teleported himself out of the house to the front door, trying not to be embarrassed over what he had almost walked in on. He waited for a few minutes before teleporting himself into the room at exactly the wrong moment.

“BUFFY”

“FAITH”

It was also at that moment that the god of war fainted for the first time, falling right next to an awakening Travers.

Hearing the noise both girls looked up to see an almost coherent Quentin and Faiths father passed out on the floor.

“Umm Oops.”

“hheehehaheha” Faith started to laugh at the perdicament that both her and buffy had found themselves in.

“faith this isn’t funny.”

“yeah it … ahhhhhh” faith screamed failing to continue as she felt a deep internal pain spreading through her like wild fire, showing her images of what had happened after they had left for London. Tears springing in her eyes as sadness filled her which was followed by anger, knowing that Travers was the reason it did.

“Faith, what is it, what’s wrong?” Buffy asked worried for her girlfriend.

Faith didn’t answer instead she just got up and dressed herself, trying to buy time before she told Buffy that Dawn had been taken by glory. Walking over to her father she threw a get dressed Buffy’s way, bending down she gave a hard slap to Ares waking him up instantly.

“What?” he asked buresqly trying to get the image of his daughter and her mate together out of his head.

Faith only had to say one word making him understand what she was feeling and what she planned to do. “War.” Standing up she looked over her shoulder to a now dressed Buffy, walking over to the blond she embraced her holding the blond slayer tight as she told her what has happened, feeling the blonde tears that fell on her neck joining her own. Pulling away she kissed the blonde with as much passion as she contained, releasing her only for breath.

“We have to do something.” Buffy demanded putting her slayer face on, determined to take the bitch who took dawn and killed faiths friends down.

“And we will, trust me we will.” faith said the determination in her eyes shining a little bit brighter then Buffy’s as images played in her head on all the thing that she wanted to do to the exiled god got more vicious by the minute to the point that her eyes no longer had color; just two black bottomless voids starring off into the distance.

“Faith?” Buffy called, a little freaked at the colorlessness that were faiths eyes.

Snapping out of her thoughts faith shook her head clearing the visions that were playing through her mind. She closed her eyes for a minute and when she opened them again they were the beautiful brown that Buffy had fallen in love with.

Shouting out to Ares as she teleported both her and Buffy out of the study and back home “Bring the traitor, alive.”

Ares turned to the now whimpering Quentin who was trying to make himself as small as possible, a evil little smile spreading across his face as he looked at the little man. Walking over towards the man that had hurt his little girl and her… mate, temporarily killed his wife, and caused so much pain and suffering, bending down to face level; Ares stared at Quentin speaking in a sinister voice “She said alive, nothing about being unharmed” his smile growing as he saw the man freeze in fear.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

Outside in the streets below a few miles away a man walking his dog crossed himself as he heard the scream that was carried on the northern winds.

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TBC…..