Here I am....

[Willow]

Willow sat at the table by the fire, wishing she had something better to drink that this tepid brew they called tea and she called essance of boiled shoe leather. The inn she was at was small, but was doing great business, as it was on a central path leading to Arconia, and men were heading to Arconia in droves for the tournament. The name of the establishment was rather ironic to Willow in her current situation. The "You Can't Go Home Again Inn" was a good place to stay, or would have been, if it wasn't so crowded. Willow had been fortunate to get a room. It was only because she was so hugely pregnant that they had let her stay in the first place.

Willow sighed and placed her cup back on the table. She couldn't handle another sip. She had been here for several days and had done a lot of thinking. Something wasn't right. Nothing made sense anymore. She knew that Moon couldn't have come on to Nicholas, and she knew that Nicholas couldn't have made a pass at Moon. This was just a travesty. Who was she to believe? Perhaps she should try a spell. A truth spell. Maybe then she could figure out what was truly going on back in Arconia. She carefully made her way to her feet and up the stairs to her room. Perhaps she could go through her spellbook.

[Kehra Dehvokan]

(Aww... I feel sorry for Willow )

[Willow]

Willow had gone through the one book of spells she had brought with her from cover to cover. She kept searching, frantically, looking for a spell that would give her the help she needed. Something must be there. The last time she had looked at this book, she had been eating. Wait a minute. What is this? Two pages stuck together? What is this holding them shut? Sniffing, Willow identified it as jam from the sandwich she had been eating the last time she picked up the book.

There! Was that a spell that might give her the wisdom she needs? Perhaps. Reading down, she saw that the spell only worked for those whose need is great. Surely, after everything she had been through, the need was indeed great enough so that the spell would work for her.

Three hours later, Willow was frantically checking out of the Inn, knowing that she must get to Arconica as soon as possible. Could it be? Was she wrong? Dear Craig, let her get there in time!