Never in his life did he find a place that felt more like home then the deep confines of the library not even the magic shop latter on would take its place. He had collected hundreds of tomes, poems and novels many lost when the mayor was killed. Of course being a Watcher had its own reward. Watching Zander, Buffy and willow grow up had deeply enriched his life. âWillow this one is empty as wellâ all the magic seemed to be leaving the hell mouth. Just like when willow absorbed all the magic of the magic box the books were blank. The other spells he could remember seemed to give him a good a truly pounding headache.
Rupert stepped down the ladder placing another empty book onto a long table willow was helping him do inventory. With all the thefts and destruction he needed to know what he actually had. The old ripper was not aging well after so many brushes with death he had more then a few white hairs. Willow on the other hand had matured into a beautiful young woman. He found it odd though easily accepted her relationship with Tara after only a few months. âI have the feeling that there may be another Black witch perhaps an entire covenâ Magic was not something that you could bashed away it required magic, dark magic.
âHave you had any troubles I know you have been trying to give up magic but I may need youâre helpâ Even the ancient enchantments that protected the reborn magic shop were slowly being eroded. He went to the back room and came out with a stack of books on top was a box. The box was white made of bone cemented with paste much like a composite bow. Thin layers of human and demon bone sealing inside an ancient Necronomica made of human and demon skin. The blood stone on the top of the box continued to pulse glowing a crimson red. He placed his hands on the box pushing down a whooshing sound could be heard.
Rupert stepped down the ladder placing another empty book onto a long table willow was helping him do inventory. With all the thefts and destruction he needed to know what he actually had. The old ripper was not aging well after so many brushes with death he had more then a few white hairs. Willow on the other hand had matured into a beautiful young woman. He found it odd though easily accepted her relationship with Tara after only a few months. âI have the feeling that there may be another Black witch perhaps an entire covenâ Magic was not something that you could bashed away it required magic, dark magic.
âHave you had any troubles I know you have been trying to give up magic but I may need youâre helpâ Even the ancient enchantments that protected the reborn magic shop were slowly being eroded. He went to the back room and came out with a stack of books on top was a box. The box was white made of bone cemented with paste much like a composite bow. Thin layers of human and demon bone sealing inside an ancient Necronomica made of human and demon skin. The blood stone on the top of the box continued to pulse glowing a crimson red. He placed his hands on the box pushing down a whooshing sound could be heard.