The many faces of Buffy: Giles and Olivia (part 2)
The many faces of Buffy: Giles and Olivia (part two)Disclaimer: see previous chapter.
Giles would never say it aloud, but he could clearly see that Olivia was worried. The possibility of children was never something that they have discussed (after all, they were middle-aged), but it was there, and now there also was a teenager. A teenage girl with eyes and hair of an unusual colour, but a teenage girl nonetheless.
“So, hello, and who are you?” Giles asked, aware now that the girl was speaking in some sort of Hindu.
“Hello, I’m an Aia,” the girl replied and continued to speak.* * *
Her name was Aia, and she was the youngest acolyte in the temple of Taiia... and not very proud of it. When it came towards the bread-eating mortals, Taiia was a callous deity at best, both a creator and a destroyer, just as the sun that it was.
Aia’s case, in addition, was particularly ignoble, though typical of the low-level acolytes: the youngest daughter in the family that already had too many girl-children, she had been sold to the local temple in exchange for future security and social stability.
But Aia did not fit in, or rather – she did not want to fit in. If she had been outright rebellious harsh punishments would have been in order, but she was not – she was biding her time for... something.
At last the chance came – the doors to the temple’s treasury remained closed after the temple’s high priest summoned the treasurer in regards to some charges of embezzling – and so Aia sneaked inside to see if she can enrich herself meanwhile.
It was all well thought-out, really, when the temple’s treasure suddenly flinched away from the girl, stood up on two legs of its own, and chased her... into a rift that had opened suddenly before them...* * *
“Well!” Olivia exclaimed when Aia has finished telling her tale. “That’s some tale!”
“I say,” Giles nodded in agreement. “Taiia was a name of an Old One, one that vanished before the Slayers came into the world. I believe that Aia hails from the land of Mu, if from anywhere!”
“...Aha,” Olivia said, noticing that Giles was looking at her in a manner that signified that the last bit was important to men, and to the Watchers’ Council in particular. “That’s important?”
“To someone like Quentin Travers? Oh yes,” Giles nodded grimly.
“I see,” Olivia frowned herself. “Rupert, this girl may not be human, but we can’t give her over to Travers to experiment upon!”
“We won’t,” Giles said firmly. “I have a plan.”
Olivia groaned. TBC