Jamal's POV

I told him everything, trying not to leave out any details.

"A twisted version of the Black Witch?" He asked when I finished, frowning slightly.

"Yeah, a twisted vision of the Dark Witch, AND she turned into Xander. What does it mean?"

The Watcher studied me for a moment, the air thick with the weight of his knowledge. "Dreams are the whispers of destiny, Jamal. Your path is intertwined with the staff, and the staff with the darkness that looms. The answers lie in the depths you fear to tread."

"Oh for fuck sake, this again? And I was just starting to like you!" I snapped pushing away...