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I made a set of icons to accompany my fic for prompt 217, Because It Has To Be, set in the Buffy Wishverse. They follow the story, and I have included appropriate text! Enjoy!
“Because it has to be!” Giles picked up the paperweight and looked at Anyanka one last time.
It felt like life was going in slow-motion as Giles brought the paperweight down and struck the amulet. The amulet shattered into countless pieces, yet Anyanka still stood before him.
“Thank you, Ms. Summers, I look forward to meeting you. Thank you again,” Giles hung up the phone, looking rather pleased with himself.

The main street through Sunnydale was quiet, except for the occasional scream of a human victim or the laugh of a vampire gang, usually setting fire to something. Buffy walked quickly and with purpose. She had to get over to the warehouse where the Master was soon, or there’d be no point for her to be in Sunnydale at all. Except, maybe to die, if Mr. Giles’ thoughts on the future was to be believed.

Buffy knew she was being surrounded. She also knew that she was not coming out of this alive, but at least she wouldn’t go out alone.

With a grotesque scream and a thick cloud of dust, the Master vanished. Buffy rubbed her forehead and looked up at the inky night sky. Where’s the change, Mr. Giles? she thought. I hope this works, for your sake.
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http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v174/harmony033/wishverse1.png

“Because it has to be!” Giles picked up the paperweight and looked at Anyanka one last time.
It felt like life was going in slow-motion as Giles brought the paperweight down and struck the amulet. The amulet shattered into countless pieces, yet Anyanka still stood before him.

“Thank you, Ms. Summers, I look forward to meeting you. Thank you again,” Giles hung up the phone, looking rather pleased with himself.

The main street through Sunnydale was quiet, except for the occasional scream of a human victim or the laugh of a vampire gang, usually setting fire to something. Buffy walked quickly and with purpose. She had to get over to the warehouse where the Master was soon, or there’d be no point for her to be in Sunnydale at all. Except, maybe to die, if Mr. Giles’ thoughts on the future was to be believed.

Buffy knew she was being surrounded. She also knew that she was not coming out of this alive, but at least she wouldn’t go out alone.

With a grotesque scream and a thick cloud of dust, the Master vanished. Buffy rubbed her forehead and looked up at the inky night sky. Where’s the change, Mr. Giles? she thought. I hope this works, for your sake.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v174/harmony033/wishverse5.png
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v174/harmony033/wishverse4.png
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v174/harmony033/wishverse3.png
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v174/harmony033/wishverse2.png
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v174/harmony033/wishverse1.png