Chapter 2: Slayer Lore
Geoffrey had returned to his home soon after his meeting with the new Slayer. He paced through his house, trying to rid his mind of the many jumbled thoughts that were plaguing him. The majority of these thoughts centered around his feelings for his Slayer.
His father had been Watcher to two Slayers. The Slayer before Elizabeth, who had died only a year after her calling and the Slayer from 1329-1332. Slayer’s never lived very long, many of them never seeing the age of twenty. But he desperately needed his Slayer to be different.
Elizabeth had a light about her. A warmth that he longed to feel again. He had never felt such emotion for anyone. He craved her company, and counted the minutes until he could be near her again.
He would search her out tomorrow, there were many things he needed to tell her. She needed to understand her destiny, and know that he would be there through it all.
The Slayer line went back to the beginning of humanity, when the first demons roamed the earth. The Shadow Men had created the Slayer, imbued her with demonic energy, and bound her to the protection of the innocent.
Each Slayer treated their destiny differently. Some Slayers refused to fight, ending their calling quickly. Still others took the power too seriously, and became reclusive, unable to connect with the people they were sworn to protect. In the long history of Slayers, only a few had taken the power too far, and became dark. The Council quickly terminated such cases, bringing about the calling of the next Slayer.
When one Slayer died, another was immediately called. When the last Slayer had died, Geoffrey had been given the location, family history, and personal information on his Slayer. He had been preparing for this day, for over two years.
He had been surprised at how well she had handled hearing her destiny. He only wished that he had told her a little more, so that she would be better prepared to hear all he had to tell her at their next meeting.
He had generations of lore to teach her, as well as the basics of battle. He would show her how to use stakes, swords, and any other weapons available to her. He would also spar with her, to help enhance her combat skills.
She had much to learn, and he had the sacred duty to teach her.
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Elizabeth slowly stirred from her sleep, her mind slowly returning to the formation of cogent thoughts. She looked around the room, as though seeing things in a new light. Moments after she was fully awake, the events of the previous day came rushing back to her alert mind.
She remembered her new destiny. But the thing she remembered the clearest were the beautifully green eyes of the man claiming to be her Watcher. He appeared to be young, not much older than she, and he had been very kind to her in the few moments they had had together.
She slowly rose, collecting her clothes and dressing for the day. She would go out in search of the green eyed stranger, she had many questions to ask.
As Elizabeth entered the kitchen, she was greeted with the smell of roast pork and flagons of grape wine.
She took her seat at the table, eager to eat and begin her search. She waited impatiently as the rest of her family finally joined her at the table. Her father was the first to receive his food, then her mother, her brother, and finally her.
“Charles, do be more polite to your sister.” Elizabeth’s mother reprimanded Charles as he pushed the loaf of bread angrily at his sister.
“What is wrong Charles?” Elizabeth asked quietly, leaning in to her brother.
“I didn’t get to say happy birthday.” Charles replied gruffly, trying to appear manly.
“Oh!” Elizabeth smiled at her brother, taking his hand in hers. She had forgotten that her brother was with their uncle the previous day, trading food and potions to a family in the nearby village.
“Happy birthday.” he whispered, smiling and kissing her quickly on the cheek. He slipped a parcel to her underneath the table, giving her a meaningful look. She nodded in response, keeping the parcel in her lap, and mentally remembering to not open it until she was alone.
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Elizabeth sat on the edge of her wooden bed, staring at the parcel her brother had given her. It was cylinder shaped, and tied with a slim piece of leather.
She untied the leather string, letting the parcel unfold. There was a beautiful portrait of herself inside. Her brother had drawn her standing on the edge of a cliff, with water pulsing with life below her, around jagged rocks.
She recognized the spot as the place that she and her brother had done their first ritual together, without the help of their parents.
It had been a simple rain ritual. The village had been going through a long period of drought, and Charles and Elizabeth decided it was time to end it.
They had gathered all the necessary ingredients and chants and set out on their quest. That had been five years ago.
Elizabeth and her brother had always been close. He was her constant protector, from as far back as she could remember.
As she re-submerged from her memories, she found herself unable to ebb the flow of tears streaming down her face. The fear and anxiety, the severity of what Geoffrey had told her, finally sank in.
She would probably never be able to do all the everyday, tedious things in her life again. Rituals with Charles, helping her mother, long talks with a father that adored her.
The emotional turmoil tired her mind and soul, and she found herself in sleeps intoxicating grasp.
As she slept, she dreamed dreams that she was not yet ready to remember. Dreams about a different kind of destiny.
***
Geoffrey woke with a gasp, beads of sweat clinging to his trembling flesh as though holding on to their very life force.
He quickly moved to get dressed, needing desperately to go to Elizabeth and warn her of her future. He wanted to explain everything to her, and help soothe her worries and confusion.
He seemed to be moving increasingly slowly as he finished dressing, and walked out into the bustling street.
A cart full of supplies for the village square nearly pushed him to the ground as it came hurrying by. A shadow of dread clouded his thoughts as he walked mechanically to where he had been informed she lived. What to do? He couldn’t just walk in and ask for her, that would lead to too many questions. But his plight was quickly solved, as Elizabeth herself walked out her front door.
“Elizabeth!” Geoffrey shouted to her from across the cobblestone pathway.
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Elizabeth slowly rose her eyes to meet the face of her Watcher. It was time to ask her questions. To discover the secrets of the Slayers.
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Sorry this took so long to post! I had a very busy weekend! I hope you enjoy, and I promise to get some longer chapters out there for you soon! (unless you like the shorter format?) Read and Review, I'll return the favor! And thanks for reading! -Marissa
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