In every generation, there is a chosen one. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.
It's a story I know all too well. The one girl in all the world, with immense power, strength, and abilities that measure beyond all the men in the world. The Chosen One. Me.
Unfortunately, being the 'Chosen One' doesn't mean that I get to choose anything. I was chosen. My father was an elf, the key elf used for spreading the seed of the slayers, mated with my mother, a thus creating me. I never met either one of them. The moment I was born, I was handed over to a watcher, Lauxely, for training and preparation, in case I was to be called.
I was barely three hundred when the slayer of my time passed. I was called, and Lauxely was thrilled. He immediately began preparing me for what I was born to do: standing alone against the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness.
These creatures of darkness have roamed Middle Earth since its origin. They feast on the blood of the living, torment those brave enough to venture out of their homes when the sun goes down, and disrupt the lives of all the living, good or evil. These are the vampires, the undead. Representatives of hell itself.
But as long as there have been vampires, there have been Slayers. One at a time, usually. The girl who's job it is to kill the bad boys. And, on occasion, save the world.
I died trying to save the world. But in every death, there is life. Life that can be born again. And in every life, there is a story.
This is my story.
It's a story I know all too well. The one girl in all the world, with immense power, strength, and abilities that measure beyond all the men in the world. The Chosen One. Me.
Unfortunately, being the 'Chosen One' doesn't mean that I get to choose anything. I was chosen. My father was an elf, the key elf used for spreading the seed of the slayers, mated with my mother, a thus creating me. I never met either one of them. The moment I was born, I was handed over to a watcher, Lauxely, for training and preparation, in case I was to be called.
I was barely three hundred when the slayer of my time passed. I was called, and Lauxely was thrilled. He immediately began preparing me for what I was born to do: standing alone against the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness.
These creatures of darkness have roamed Middle Earth since its origin. They feast on the blood of the living, torment those brave enough to venture out of their homes when the sun goes down, and disrupt the lives of all the living, good or evil. These are the vampires, the undead. Representatives of hell itself.
But as long as there have been vampires, there have been Slayers. One at a time, usually. The girl who's job it is to kill the bad boys. And, on occasion, save the world.
I died trying to save the world. But in every death, there is life. Life that can be born again. And in every life, there is a story.
This is my story.