Bronze Age Watchers
Lester Jardine walked confidently down the streets of Irondale. When he had first found himself stuck in 1250 BC, he had considered it his duty as a Watcher to find out what mystical elements caused the horrible Event that had stranded the island of Nantucket here in the Bronze Age. Then he had cursed his own decision to take a vacation in America; what was wrong with Ireland, or the Continent?
But now, after the Battle of the Downs and marrying a lovely smart Fiernan girl who was a potential Slayer if he ever saw one, he knew there was a purpose to everything.
There had always been a Council of Watchers in England, and there always would be.
Even if he had to build it himself.
He smiled at the old ginsu over his fireplace, kept as a souvenir from his time in the army. He might limp for the rest of his life, but he could teach. He had time.
And there was plenty of darkness in this new world to fight.
Lester Jardine walked confidently down the streets of Irondale. When he had first found himself stuck in 1250 BC, he had considered it his duty as a Watcher to find out what mystical elements caused the horrible Event that had stranded the island of Nantucket here in the Bronze Age. Then he had cursed his own decision to take a vacation in America; what was wrong with Ireland, or the Continent?
But now, after the Battle of the Downs and marrying a lovely smart Fiernan girl who was a potential Slayer if he ever saw one, he knew there was a purpose to everything.
There had always been a Council of Watchers in England, and there always would be.
Even if he had to build it himself.
He smiled at the old ginsu over his fireplace, kept as a souvenir from his time in the army. He might limp for the rest of his life, but he could teach. He had time.
And there was plenty of darkness in this new world to fight.