InsaneJournal

Dreaming
What do you dream about?



For the most part my dreams are full of Tara, my beautiful girl who was stolen from me by cruel fate.

There’s some that would say that her death was an act of punishment that I richly deserved. I had become addict to the magic that was supposed to be a gift from the Goddess and abused it for my own gain. It had stopped being a useful tool to assist Buffy in saving the world and it had become a mockery in my hands.

I had spiraled out of control and I didn’t care. If Tara was mad at me, I’d use a spell to manipulate her into forgetting that she was mad at me. If Anya irritated me too much at the Magic Box during a research session, I’d use a spell to ensure that her profits wouldn’t be that good the next day. I couldn’t complete my homework on time because I was too busy making out with Tara, well a spell would help me out.

I am sure you get the picture. Every time something didn’t go my way, there was a handy-dandy little spell to make it go my way. Just when things were getting better and I had stopped relying on magic to fix every little thing for me; my girl was taken away from me. And what did I do? I go on a magical rampage, hell bent on destruction and revenge.

Now, I dream about my girl and I try to stay strong. To remember that the magic that is in me, the magic that I absorbed in my rage might be something that binds me with fear at times, but it is still a gift from the Goddess.


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