ILLYRIAN
Druish Pervonian Wizard
To Help the Chosen One
Buffy had gone with Willow to the Bronze, Buffy intended that they had gone there to have a quiet time together yet Willow began to be doubtful of that perceived reality. Ever since they had told Giles of their plans for a quiet evening Willow had felt that they were being followed.
Buffy had chosen to keep her feelings quiet about the whole situation although she had secretly begun to agree with Willow. A smile had crept onto Willow’s lips when Buffy began to be aware of the pair of strangers who had wandered up to them.
The woman looked to Willow as she spoke. “Could it be that the little blonde girl might really be the one who we should offer our protection to. To assist her to defeat all the demonic forces that hell might throw its beings onto!”
Willow looked to the male as the woman wandered up to and joined them. “So who are the you two that you are known as?” asked Willow. They faced each other, the woman of them looked to Willow. “I am Shvorrn and this is Yohanaan, we have been sent here by the only great ones.”
Willow faced them then looked down and started an entry in her notebook. “We would prefer you did not do that,” said the male. Willow was surprised, “Why not?” she asked. “Because humans often spell our names wrong as are not spelt as they sound,” said Yohanaan.
“Please, before you write out our names make sure you know how to spell them,” he said. Willow began to grin as accompanied by Buffy. “So what are your names?” asked Buffy. The woman presented herself to them first. With me my name is spelt as Siobhan
But while my name is written as it is, it is said as Shvorrn not said by the person in the street as Siobhan it is spelt in a way that those who know how to speak like all the angelic would will make people who know how sound the letters and the word as it should be said.
“And what do you know of Yohanaan?” Willow looked around the room, then to Buffy. “The name Yohanaan, take a shot at what boys name do you think it sounds like, better still what boys name do you think might the person be.”
Buffy sat and wondered who’s name it could have been, she started to look at the name Yohanaan in sections, the first section she looked at was Yohan. Many possibilities began to present themselves to her.
Then one began to stand out from the others, it grew from the understanding of the name John, contemplating the possibility the aan was similar in denison to that of the name Johnathon a name which had once borne the spelling Johnathaan.
Buffy with Willow spoke to Giles, they wanted to test the others knowledge of who Buffy had allowed into her circle of friendship. Leading themselves to seek an understanding from those who amongst the chosen ones friends it may have been come from.
Xander had not been sent to lead the chosen one, he had only been sent to help Buffy contain the messages she had collated from the inbound invited visitors. Not collating all the simple findings of the obscure, Xander handed to Buffy details of tunnels across time and space.
The possibility of continuation is to be expected.
Buffy had gone with Willow to the Bronze, Buffy intended that they had gone there to have a quiet time together yet Willow began to be doubtful of that perceived reality. Ever since they had told Giles of their plans for a quiet evening Willow had felt that they were being followed.
Buffy had chosen to keep her feelings quiet about the whole situation although she had secretly begun to agree with Willow. A smile had crept onto Willow’s lips when Buffy began to be aware of the pair of strangers who had wandered up to them.
The woman looked to Willow as she spoke. “Could it be that the little blonde girl might really be the one who we should offer our protection to. To assist her to defeat all the demonic forces that hell might throw its beings onto!”
Willow looked to the male as the woman wandered up to and joined them. “So who are the you two that you are known as?” asked Willow. They faced each other, the woman of them looked to Willow. “I am Shvorrn and this is Yohanaan, we have been sent here by the only great ones.”
Willow faced them then looked down and started an entry in her notebook. “We would prefer you did not do that,” said the male. Willow was surprised, “Why not?” she asked. “Because humans often spell our names wrong as are not spelt as they sound,” said Yohanaan.
“Please, before you write out our names make sure you know how to spell them,” he said. Willow began to grin as accompanied by Buffy. “So what are your names?” asked Buffy. The woman presented herself to them first. With me my name is spelt as Siobhan
But while my name is written as it is, it is said as Shvorrn not said by the person in the street as Siobhan it is spelt in a way that those who know how to speak like all the angelic would will make people who know how sound the letters and the word as it should be said.
“And what do you know of Yohanaan?” Willow looked around the room, then to Buffy. “The name Yohanaan, take a shot at what boys name do you think it sounds like, better still what boys name do you think might the person be.”
Buffy sat and wondered who’s name it could have been, she started to look at the name Yohanaan in sections, the first section she looked at was Yohan. Many possibilities began to present themselves to her.
Then one began to stand out from the others, it grew from the understanding of the name John, contemplating the possibility the aan was similar in denison to that of the name Johnathon a name which had once borne the spelling Johnathaan.
Buffy with Willow spoke to Giles, they wanted to test the others knowledge of who Buffy had allowed into her circle of friendship. Leading themselves to seek an understanding from those who amongst the chosen ones friends it may have been come from.
Xander had not been sent to lead the chosen one, he had only been sent to help Buffy contain the messages she had collated from the inbound invited visitors. Not collating all the simple findings of the obscure, Xander handed to Buffy details of tunnels across time and space.
The possibility of continuation is to be expected.