Willow sat at her desk, looking out into the sunset. She realised location of the spell didn't matter. She had to do the spell quickly, she wanted to watch sunrise with her arm around Tara.
The summoning spell looked daunting, the incantation was punctual, timing was key. Anything went wrong, Willow didn't want to think about the consequences.
She walked to the chest, and pulled out a crimson piece of fabric, and spread it over the carpet. She picked up the paper with the spell on it, and fumbled around the drawers trying to find a piece of chalk.
She put the point onto the fabric and started to draw the Pentagram. The chalk snapped, and Willow gave it a disappointed look, she raised and eyebrow and chucked it across the room. She sighed and started looking for another piece.
She found a stubby piece, it had to do. Stubby pieces were harder to break, crush, and snap. The last line made one hell of a shaky Pentagram. It'll do.
Willow used to hate Latin, now it was language that brings Tara back. Willow didn't associate Romans with magic, ever. At least, not until now.
She placed Tara's picture to the top of the Pentagram, and the shirt in the middle. She placed the lite candles on the corners of the fabric, and closed her eyes.
She picked up the knife, and ran the point down her forearm, letting the blood drip into each candle, then on to the shirt.
When she began the incantation, the flames burst into a frenzy, all pointing Tara's photo. Each word stabbed her tongue, each dancing flame boiled her blood.
She'd gone through this before, the trails Osiris gave her when resurrecting Buffy. Willow knew not to worry, she was tough, strong like an Amazon, she could take it.
When the spell was finally over, Willow looked up, and Tara was looking back down at her.
"I guess I got lost again." She said, smiling.
Willow grinned, "I said I'd always find you."
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Found Again - a Tillow fanfiction
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