Prologue
a·poc·a·lypse: from Greek apokalupsis, revelation,
1. The imminent destruction of the world and the salvation of the righteous.
2. Great or total devastation.
3. A prophetic disclosure; a revelation.
“From now on, every girl in the world who might be a Slayer, will be a Slayer. Every girl who could have the power, will have the power. Who can stand up, will stand up. Every one of you, and girls we’ve never known, and generations to come… they will have strength they never dreamed of, and more than that, they will have each other. Slayers. Every one of us.” – Buffy, Chosen
Pain. White and hot. Screaming. It might be his own but he can’t tell. The world is falling apart around him. Earthquakes rip the ground. Lightening rips the heavens apart. Thunder rolls and booms, deafening and ominous.
“We must leave now.” A cold voice tells him.
“No!” He cries desperately, struggling against the iron fists that drag him away. The others…
“They’re gone.” The flat voice states – did he say it out loud or are they now so close that they can read each others minds? – and the light and noise fades from the world, leaving only absolute, infinite silence.