"Yeah, kinda did," she said, but that was a lie. She really did. Everything had shifted on its axis and she felt a whoosh of darkness blow in. But it was pulling her and she was more curious than anything else. Whatever darkness, whatever change had brought her here, to this tree. She pushed her hair back from her face as she looked at the bottom of the tree, but in front of that were three fresh graves and she sucked in a breath. Whatever was going on here, brought the girl here and she knew that whatever this tree was, it was such a power force.
Okay, so awkward much? Willow and this girl were brought here by a force of darkness and not only were there three graves, but also a shovel. Something clicked in her head and Willow walked over, grabbing the shovel, her fingers wrapping around the handle.
"So, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Because something inside of her was telling her that whatever was in those graves needed to get up. Needed to be dug up and this time, it wasn't Willows doing. She didn't do this. She didn't do a spell, she didn't sacrifice a doe to bring her best friend back. This was something else entirely, but she couldn't help but swallow hard at the fact that the memories were never too far behind. She'd never forget that and whether or not it was a mistake then didn't matter anymore.
This wasn't a mistake. This was meant to happen.
Without another word, Willow started digging up the first grave and the more she dug, the more a familiar face came into view and when she realized it was Allison from the prison, she almost froze, but she couldn't bring herself to stop.