Rating – PG
I do not own: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy , 20th Century Fox, UPN, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, any of the characters, or anything related to them. What I do own: My imagination.
The family gathered around the bed. There were sons and daughters and grandchildren. All came to say goodbye. The elderly woman lay there, and smiled. She had had a full life. She told them not to be sad. This was the natural order of things. When she spoke her eyes sparkled with the hint of the beauty that once was.
A quiet fell across the room, it was as if something was going to happen, all felt it. Little did they know.
At the moment of death, a brilliant green swirling shimmer arose out of the body and gave a beautiful light to the room.
Suddenly, an opening appeared, and through it came several brown robed monks, they gathered around the energy and guided it to the opening, as they began to leave, one stopped and looked back at the family gathered around the room.
“Your mother was a great lady, her essence is with us now, as it should be.”
The opening closed.
A sense of emptiness engulfed those in the room whose grief was shared by many who had come to know and love, Dawn.
— The End —