Lara watched the early morning sun as it slowly flowed across the clearing. When it reached the stone wall there seemed to be a faint glow. Looking at Willow, she asked "Ready?"

"Yes," Willow said. Stepping up to the wall she began to hum.

"Bryce, we're going in now," Lara said, adjusting her headset as she watched a large opening appear in the wall.

Lara leaned against the wall while a dust covered Willow carefully examined the symbols covering the chamber's stone door.

It had taken them several hours of careful exploration to reach their destination. Surprisingly, there hadn't been any physical traps along the way, just a few puzzles that had required both of them to solve - Willow supplying the necessary magic, and Lara the physical agility.

"You aren't going to like this," Willow said, finishing her examination and stepping back.

"How so?" Lara asked. "Can you get us through the door?"

"The door isn't a problem," Willow told her. "It's what's on the other side."

Lara raised an eyebrow. She'd survived a fight with an evil, millennia old sorceress on her own. The dangers of a shrine built for the goddess of a bunch of peace loving witches surely paled by comparison.

"The chamber is flooded with magic," Willow said.

"How do we drain it?"

"We don't," Willow told her. "It's the only thing keeping the chamber from collapsing in on itself."

"Then we should be able to enter the chamber," Lara said. It only made sense, she thought. "Yes?"

"You can't enter the chamber wearing any man-made materials," Willow said. "The magic will react badly."

"Which means?"

"I'm not sure," Willow said, frowning. "It's a very concentrated form of magic. It almost has a mind of its own. It could kill you. Or it could send you far away."

"Far away?"

"Some other temple," Willow said. "Or a dungeon somewhere."

"What does 'no man-made materials' mean, exactly?" Lara asked, though from Willow's expression she had a good idea.

"If you want to enter the chamber you need to be naked or be wearing clothes that are hand-made from natural materials. Sky clad is the easiest way," Willow said.

"So, skinny dipping in a pool of magic?" Lara said. "Can't say I've ever done that before."

"That's one way to put it," Willow said. "Though this is more ceremonial. A show of innocence and all that."

"The plan is still the same?" Lara asked. "We go in, take the statuette, and run for the exit before the temple falls down on us?"

"Yes. Except we'll be naked and won't have time to put our clothes back on on our way out," Willow said.

"Your goddess must have a sense of humor," Lara told her. Shaking her head, she began removing her clothes, ignoring Willow's surprised squeak, before joining her.

Willow tried to lift the small statuette from its pedestal but it wouldn't budge. Sighing, she looked at Lara for help, careful to keep her eyes on her face. Lara had been a complete gentlewoman during the trip across the chamber, though Willow could tell from the twinkle in her eyes that she found the situation amusing.

Living around slayers, and having one for a girlfriend, she'd become used to the sheer raw sexuality that they all possessed to one degree or another. But she wasn't sure many of them could pull off nudity with the same casual non-concern.

[ Lara sticks her hand on it and it comes unstuck, and while they are both touching it they have a vision - it's as if Stonehenge is suddenly in the chamber and there are other people there. Some recognizable. Some not. Pairs at the four corners.]

"Okay," Willow said. "Do you see that?"

"Stonehenge?" Lara asked, her voice betraying surprise for the first time.

"Yes."

"Some kind of ceremony?"

"Possibly, though Buffy didn't mention anything about everybody being naked when she told me about her dream," Willow said.

"You know what this is?"

"Possibly," Willow said. "Did I describe Buffy's prophetic dreams? The ones that caused this whole pilgrimage thing?"

"No."

"Well, what we're seeing looks like part of her dream. This is the group we need to put together to stop the world from ending. We think."

"All women," Lara noted. "You think there's some significance?"

"Well, deciphering a prophecy? Not exactly a science," Willow said.

"Do you recognize all of them?"

"No. We're in the circle with them, and there's Buffy and Ginny. And Dawn, Buffy's sister, is standing next to Faith. Buffy isn't going to like that. The other two? No idea."

"Amanda Deveroux," Lara said, gesturing at a tall, skinny woman. "And that might be her rumored apprentice." She pointed at another, younger woman with her other hand. The moment her hand was off the statuette the image disappeared.

"Where'd it go?" Willow asked.

Lara put a hand back on the statuette and the illusion reappeared. "This could be distracting," she said.

"Yes," Willow said. She'd look up the new people after they got out of the temple. "We should probably get out of here."