BtVS Triple Drabble - The Ritual

[badly_knitted]

 

Title: The Ritual
Fandom: BtVS
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Willow, Ms Calendar, Buffy, Angel/Angelus.
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Setting: Passion, Becoming Part 2
Summary: Willow has the Orb of Thesulah and she’s ready to attempt the spell to restore Angel’s soul.
Word Count: 300
Written For: Prompt 174: Orb at anythingdrabble
Disclaimer: I don’t own BTVS, or the characters. They belong to Joss Whedon.
 


 
 
It didn’t look like anything special, not much different from the crystal balls favoured by fortune tellers, although smaller, maybe the size of a baseball. It was pretty in its way, and Willow supposed it could be easily mistaken for a glass paperweight, which was what Giles said he’d been using it as, but it was something far more special, and right now more important than a decorative lump of glass.

 
An Orb of Thesulah; the books said it was a spirit vault for the rituals of the undead, which would mean precisely nothing to most people but to Willow it represented Buffy’s, and perhaps the world’s, best hope.
 

It was a scary prospect, having that much responsibility piled on her, but at the same time it was Willow’s idea. She was the one who’d offered to attempt the spell that might restore Angel’s soul, and besides, it had been Ms Calendar’s final wish, the thing she was working on when Angelus had killed her. In a way, Willow owed it to her to finish what she’d started. All Ms Calendar’s hard work recreating the spell couldn’t be allowed to go to waste. She’d sacrificed her life trying to set things right.
 

Sitting up in her hospital bed, Willow made her final preparations; everything was as ready as it could be. She had the herbs, the candles, the text, and the orb. Weak and woozy though she still felt from the attack, she was determined to do as she’d promised.
 

She wasn’t alone; Oz and Cordelia were helping, but Willow was the focus. The burning herbs and incense were making her giddy, or maybe that was the concussion; it was hard to be sure. Her brain still felt too big for her skull, but she ignored that. 
 

It was time.
 
 

The End