What if? drabble
You don't remember your parents. You have no friends. Only a Watcher. He calls you a Potential and tells you that you may be called upon to save the world one day. You train endlessly while he lectures about duty and sacrifice. Then one day he says that your time has passed and you'll never be called to be a Slayer.
"Regrettable." he says. "Thank you for your service. You are dismissed."
Your one skill is death. You know there is a market for it. You start by putting a crossbow bolt through your Watcher's heart. You don't regret it.
"Regrettable." he says. "Thank you for your service. You are dismissed."
Your one skill is death. You know there is a market for it. You start by putting a crossbow bolt through your Watcher's heart. You don't regret it.