“There is something else that you should know. Or it would if the Council hadn’t been blown to bits.” “No great loss,” Alfred muttered, standing up. He fights evil, so…” Willow shrugged, very happy. “The young man they sent was Giles.” “Yes, it was.” “And Bruce is not evil. He told the Council that the boy was dead and they believed him.” “Giles,” Willow stated, snapping her fingers. I told the Council that he had died during birth, and the young man they sent to confirm my story was also of like mind to me. I could not take the life of an innocent child.
#UULFRED THE UNLIVING FULL#
To kill Bruce when he was born.” “Yes,” Alfred admitted his voice and features full of guilt. “The Council specially trains certain Watchers to keep an eye on the families that could produce Varishi.” Willow gasped suddenly. “How do you know all of this?” “I was trained as a Watcher,” Alfred admitted giving her a sad smile. They are destroyed at birth so they cannot use their inherited power for evil use.” Willow could not believe what she was hearing. That knowledge had been lost some time ago.” “You said that they are not allowed to live very long.” “That is right. His parents didn’t know and I seriously doubt that Martha Wayne’s parents knew about the power in her bloodline either. Why, no one knows, but this male child inherits a certain amount of the Slayer power passed down through his mother’s ancestors.” “And Bruce is one?” Willow asked. But every once in a while, a Varishi is born. They always have daughters, never sons, because a male cannot become a Slayer. The daughters of the family are born Potentials, and even if they are never summoned to fight the power they inherited is passed down. “Some are, but there are a few true Slayer bloodlines. Alfred continued: “A Varishi is a child that is produced at some point of a slayer line, always male.” “But I thought that being a slayer was random, like a roll of the dice,” Willow stated. Or at least, they are not supposed to be allowed to live.” Willow furrowed her brow, not understanding.
It cannot be found in any Watcher’s Diary or Ancient Text, and that is because they don’t exist. “Have you ever heard of a Varishi?” He asked her, staring down at the floor. Willow excepted it and patiently waited for him to tell her what she wanted to know.
Alfred shook his head as he turned from the window and motioned to a chair across from the one he himself was taking a seat in. “What is he?” She asked the man as he gazed out the window in the library. That was why when she was done with her casting, and was secure in the knowledge that all was well with her magic she sought out Alfred, the Wayne family’s loyal butler. She knew that this was not the original mansion that had stood on this site for the last six generations of the Wayne family, but the ground it was built on retained the memories of the past, and she knew there were secrets here. Her magic flowed around her, reaching into every nook and cranny, mapping it in her brain, inculcating her spells into the furniture, rugs, stone, glass, and foundation. Willow had walked the entire mansion twice, a long stick of magic-infusing incense in her hands, whispering the spells to protect the mansion from outside forces. *fingers crossed* Chapter Seventeen: Half to Full Truth in 30 seconds. This chapter, and the explanation that Alfred gives, is totally made up, but I think it fits with the story and answers some questions.
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