FIC: Hundred Years (Page 1)

["cilia" <cilia@xxxxx>]

Hello all,

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This is Cilia calling out to "buffyloveswillow", "buffywantswillow",
"WillowSlashFic,"WillowFic" and "AnythingWillowFanfic" lists. I'm submitting
a short story I wrote while waiting for my Beta to finsih reading the ending
to "Born Again"
Now I don't intent to write the second page of this story, so I'm asking you
to help me out here. I'm thinking this as a sort of Round Robin, or maybe
Challange would be a better word, that will transgent lists. You can write
whatever you want to, there are just two rules. 1. It has to be from
Willow's POV (can be flexed if you want to, but try to avoid it) and 2. it
must not exceed one page (A4, Mircosoft Word Page, or around 500 words take
your pick), So who's on board for this?

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Hundred Years
Cilia

There is a place within my mind were I hide all the darkness and all the
hate I've felt through out my life. This surprises you of course, but don't
be afraid it's locked down tight. These are just thoughts from the abyss
overlooking the last hundred years of human history, my name is Willow
Rosenberg and this is my story.

Now if your reading this battered old manuscript under a yellow sun or a
silver moon, with eyes that don't glow red and turning the pages with an
unclawed hand I'm glad to report that humankind is still running the show.

I woke up alone once again, strange can't remember what it feels like
anymore, waking up with someone I mean. I'm the last of us. The others are
long gone. Their names remain in my memories and how the died. It's out of
respect that I write the names of those close to me that have passed beyond
on the first page.

Xander died while fighting something bigger then he could handle the year of
his passing escapes me, but I do remember that Anya just gave up after his
death. This may strike you as cold on my part, but I'm just too old to care.

Giles who was always so strong passed away peacefully in front of a warm
fire, reading a book and drinking his tea. He was an old man by that time,
far older then he should have been, but he rest in peace now.

Tara my second great love, died trying to live my life, not easy and in the
end lethal. It took me some time, but my heart healed, doesn't it always?

There are others of course, Oz, Riley, a woman named Kate just to name a
few, but my mind wanders and my memory is not what it once was. I know that
my death awaits me, but so far I've eluded it because of a promise made to
my friend, my third and final love.

Buffy died as all slayers do, in battle. I was to late to safe her, perhaps
she didn't want to be saved, maybe there is only so much loose and sorrow a
heart can take? I'll be joining her soon I can feel it my bones. How you
might ask? Well my hundreds years will be up soon and then my pact with the
forces that be will be fulfilled and I will pass on.

It strange knowing the exact moment of your death, but I'll face it like I'
ve faced everything else in my life so far. Well maybe with less bumbling
that usual, but with a smile knowing I've done the right thing.

There are those whom still live of course, but I haven't seen them for quite
some time now. The night grows darker and so do my eyelids, I may write more
someday, or maybe this single page will be all there will be, so why don't
you turn the page and read on.

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