The Call of War: The Watchers Chronicles

      Life seems so mundane when you have lived for as long as I have, well not really long, but have had multiple past lives. Let me explain, my name is Ianna Foster, I am average built, 5’7” with long dark brown hair, and maple brown eyes and I am eighteen. I am a Watcher to the Crimson Star Coven and in every previous life I was the Atlantean Battle Warrior. It’s kind of messed up going from a celebrated warrior to a pencil pushing, recorder taking desk jockey, but it is what it is.      I was a nomad in my former lives, right from the very beginning and kept the ways of my people. I was originally born in 1253 BCE, on the island of Crete. After I died, the gods saw it as a reward for my sacrifice to be reborn. Another life was during the Battle of Thermopylae in 480 BCE, and again I had spent the previous 5 years before traveling, learning, and becoming a warrior again. I learned very quickly to hide my Atlantean made weapons in a place only I would find, and each time I came back I made sure to have them again. With each life I moved my way up the continent, so that I would not be in one place for too long. By the time I died in 1510 ADE, I was in Canada and living in the wilds, with one of the many tribes of indigenous people. This time around, I had left my weapons at Stonehenge, a druid gave me information on a hidden compartment in the alter stone, so I left them there hoping I would never need them again.      Every time I was reborn, I would take the same path; get an education, travel, train and run headfirst into battle. I had spent so many years fighting, that only once did I look to another way of life, just to have the gods take it way almost immediately. That is how I got my title, The Atlantean Battle Warrior. Some may think it was a title of honor, but it wasn’t. For the most part I was sought out to aid one side or the other in battle against a great enemy and each time I was given the title. The rewards were sometime great, a rich piece of land to call my own or gold, jewels, and materials worth more than some kingdoms, but the losses were just as bad, and my heart closed off earlier and earlier each time I was reborn.      Now you may be wondering why I am telling you all this. Well I thought it would be nice to get firsthand knowledge of the facts, rather than sit through this absolutely riveting Ancient history lesson Mr. Tessler is giving. Yep and since a warrior of my caliber is no longer needed, now I am destined to sit through the most enlightening hour of history, so that I can take my place as a Watcher of the Crimson Star Vampire Coven. Yea for me! Note how heavily laced with sarcasm that was and there was an eye roll too.