The Book of Oa
Disclaimer: I own neither Buffy, Superman, or any of the myths and stories I’m about to mangle.
Summary: Alan Scott was not the first to wield the power of the Green Lantern. This book tells of the history of that power. It contains the stories of all those who have held the power, and all who have yet to come.
Authors Note: Okay my muse isn’t letting me near the main Inheritance stories so I figured this was the best time to start the interludes.
Rupert Giles was awoken from his sleep by a rather rude knocking on his door. Now if this had happened a year ago he wouldn’t have minded so much, but given his current situation he was much more perturbed.
“Aren’t you going to get that?” asked his bedmate as she too was dragged from the land of dreams.
“Actually I was considering turning whoever is at the door into a toad,” responded the man that was known to the world as Dr. Fate.
“Find out what they want first. If it’s important I’ll understand, but if it’s a girl scout selling cookies I just ask that you let me help with the spell,” said Jenny.
“Only after she gives us a discounted box of Thin Mints,” said Giles as he gave her a quick peck on her lips and started to get dressed.
“Oh I will, it will take much more than a door to door salesman to keep me away from you for a significant amount of time.”
That said Giles threw a robe over the garments he had already put on and began to head towards the main entrance of his apartment. At the moment all he knew was that it had better be very important, he hadn’t been kidding about that toad transformation spell.
“May I help you?” asked Giles as he opened the door to reveal a rather large and intimating demon.
“Yeah, got into town awhile ago and Willy said you were looking for a book,” said the demon.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific, I often put out feelers for rare and powerful books. It comes with the realm of being a magic user I suppose,” responded the hero, completely unfazed by having a demon outside his door.
“This book,” said the demon as he brought out an extremely battered old tome from inside his trench coat.
“Yes I have been looking for this,” said Giles as he tried to remain calm as he noticed just what book the demon was holding. “I must say that I was hoping that it would be in better condition.”
“I stole if off of a sorceress that was always summoning me about 1500 years ago. I wanted to burn the thing out of spite, but I’m a bit of a packrat.”
“I’ll give you ten thousand for it,” stated the mage without preamble.
“Willy said fifteen grand.”
“Yes well the world was coming to an end at the time and the book is in rather bad condition. Honestly I’m only willing pay that much for it because it’s rather rare.”
“Fine,” said the demon, as it handed the book to Giles. “I’d usually try and intimidate you into a higher amount, but my spawn are going to hatch any day now and virgin menstrual blood costs more than it use to.”
“Good. Now do you need cash or will a check suffice?”
“A check is good, I know some lawyers in LA that can cash it for me.”
“Very well then,” said Giles as he wrote out a check for that amount and handed it to the demon. In all honesty this was a rather significant amount for him, but the book was one of a kind.
“Who was that?” asked Jenny as she entered the main room.
“Just someone selling a book,” replied Giles a large grin threatening to break out on his face.
“Is that what I think it is?” asked Jenny as she saw the jade symbol on the leather cover. The gypsy woman wasn’t into books nearly as much as her boyfriend, but even she could appreciate a find like this one.
“Yes it is, I had runes installed over my door for just such visits,” stated Giles in a confidant air.
“You planed on having demons visit your home to sell you rare books?” asked Jenny as she raised one eyebrow.
“Yes well, when the world is about to end you can’t be too picky about where the information that saves the world comes from,” responded the watcher in an almost sheepish tone.
“Just checking. Now hurry up and open the cover, I want to see what’s written in there,” said the computer teacher, sounding very much like a child begging a parent to open a Christmas present.
Carefully taking the book over to his reading desk Giles put it down and gently opened the beaten cover. On the first page there was a simple line in old English that Giles had no trouble in translating.
“I think we need to make a phone call.”
Kyle Rayner took a moment to get reoriented after the transporter finished moving all his molecules from the moon to Earth. In the future he could probably use his ring to make the trip, but everyone wanted him to keep a low profile until the memory of what the Joker did faded a bit more.
“Okay,” said the young artist as he stepped out of the abandoned building and into the warm California sun. “There’s the high school that Fate mentioned, so I just need to go west on Renfield Rd. until I hit Oak St. and take a left.”
Taking a quick look around to make sure that no one was watching Kyle used the power of his ring to create a construct of a motorcycle. Granted it was a bit conspicuous given the fact that the entire thing, including the tires, was a solid green color, but after physical training with Wonder Woman he figured he deserved to spoil himself a bit.
The drive to the apartment complex was really quite enjoyable; the wind rushing past him was as close the young man had ever gotten to flying, yet.
The only complaint he had about the whole event was that it was over in just a few minutes. It wasn’t a large town so even going at a relaxed speed the young artist soon had to get off of the bike and dispel it.
Knocking on the door Kyle was surprised when the door was opened by a beautiful woman that looked nothing like Dr. Fate though if she ever took up the mantel she would fit right in with all the other beautiful women that were around the Watchtower.
“You must be the Green Lantern, come on in,” said the woman.
Stunned Kyle simply walked into the apartment and saw Fate, sans helmet, hunched over an old book. He wondered how he should feel toward the older man. Letting the woman know who Rupert Giles was outside of school was the librarians choice, letting her know that Kyle Rayner was the Green Lantern was not.
“Don’t worry, she doesn’t know your name and can’t even see your face,” stated Giles, seemingly able to read the younger mans mind. “Jenny here simply wanted to meet one of the non-resident members of our little group, so she agreed to have an obscurment spell cast on her so you would be able to retain your anonymity.”
“It’s true,” piped up the woman. “I can see most of you just fine, but your face looks like its just one big lump of flesh.”
“Okay. So uh, exactly why did you need to see me?” asked Kyle as he ran a hand through his thick black hair.
Carefully shutting the old book to prevent any major damage Giles pointed to what appeared to be a green stick figure of a TIE fighter rotated ninety degrees and said, “Place your ring on this if you would.”
Shrugging at the simple request Kyle simply walked over and did as he was asked. Five seconds later he was jumping back in shock that the old tome had burst into emerald flames.
“Don’t worry, it’s supposed to do that, I think,” said Giles as soon as he had recovered from his own shock.
“It’s supposed to burn into ash if you touch it?” asked Kyle.
“Nonsense,” said Giles as the flames died down. “There you see, it’s unharmed. As a matter of fact I would go as far as to say that it is much improved.”
And the book was much improved, so much so that Kyle would have sworn that it had just come off the presses. Every crack, tear, and stain that had been so obvious before had simply disappeared.
“How?” asked the young artist in wonderment. Okay so he wasn’t quite used to the strangeness that seemed to come from living this life just yet.
Rupert simply responded by opening the leather cover and allowing his guest to read the words neatly printed inside.
“Place the ring on the symbol located on the front cover to repair any damage,” Kyle read aloud.
“Yes, that’s why I called you, to repair the book. Though repairing the book also seems to translate the text into the language of the person currently wielding the ring.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” asked the New York native, surprised by the sadness in the librarians tone.
“It depends on who you ask I suppose. Personally I find that translating the text is half the fun,” said the Watcher.
“You are such a geek, and that’s one of the reasons I love you,” said Jenny as she leaned in and gave Giles a quick peck on the cheek.
“So just what’s so special about this book anyway?” asked Kyle.
“It’s a book of history and prophecy,” stated Giles. “Supposedly it contains information about everyone that has held the power you now possess and everyone that will acquire that power in the future. From what little I’ve been able to see so far, I believe that is exactly what the book does.”
“Wait, everyone?” asked Kyle as he began to twist the emerald ring on his right ring finger.
“Yes, everyone,” replied Giles as he opened the book to the page he was studying, revealing a detailed black and white drawing of Kyle.
“Okay I’m getting a bit freaked out by this now.”
“That’s a common reaction the first time that someone learns that there is a prophecy about them or some such.”
“Is it okay if I borrow it some time? I should probably know what’s in there.”
“Agreed, and as my father used to say, there is no better time than this very moment,” said the Englishman as he gave the book over to Kyle. “I just ask that you be careful with it and return it to me the moment you finish.”
“I will, I promise,” said the young man as he left the apartment and began to head back toward the transporter.
“Did you just give him a ten thousand dollar book?” asked Jenny as the door closed behind the young hero.
“No, I let him barrow a ten thousand dollar book,” said Giles with a sigh. “The truth is that he needed it more that I probably ever will. All the other members of the League are far more connected to the legacies that they have become a part of, and that young man desperately needs that sense of connection.”
“If you say so. I’ll just have to make sure that I keep your mind occupied until he returns the book,” said Jenny a seductive smirk firmly set on her face.
“Yes I suppose you will,” said Giles with an equal smirk.
What followed were very long periods where Giles forgot about books, demons, the end of the world, and occasionally his own name. And truth be told he couldn’t be happier.