The Chosen One, Again
Buffy looked around, confused by her surroundings. She was definitely not in Sunnydale, or for that matter California, anymore. She heard people talking outside in a language she didn't understand. She got up and walked outside, only to be blinded by the sun.
She turned back around to see where she came out of. It was one of the tents from her dream... the exact same tent of the executed family. She took in her environment and saw someone suspicious, kind of like Merrick did when he first came to Hemery High, out of place. Buffy decided to approach the man.
"Excuse me, but do you speak English?"
The odd man replied with hardly an accent, "Yes."
Buffy asked, "Can you please tell me where the hell I am?"
He answered, "Yes, you are in Egypt. Are you Ms. Buffy Summers?"
Buffy began to grow suspicious and answered cautiously, "Yes."
"May I please speak with you in private?"
At this, the man started to walk away. Realizing she was supposed to follow, she jogged until she caught up with him.
"Who are you," she questioned.
"I will explain everything in due time, but we need to get somewhere safe first," the man said.
This signified the conversation was over for now. They traveled for a few more minutes before entering a tent and climbing down into a secret hole covered by a rug and sand.
Buffy thought it was time to continue talking and waited patiently until he turned around to face her.
"Okay, so tell me who you are, what I am doing here, how did I get here-"
He cut her off. "All in due time. The first thing you need to know is that you are not here by accident. You are the greatest Slayer in history and will remain as such. You are in Egypt 3000 BC while the Goa'uld are in control of Earth. You, Ms. Summers, are the Slayer chosen by the Powers That Be, out of all the Slayers through the existence of time, to defeat the enemy of the planet."
While Buffy heard this, all she could do was stand there with her jaw dropped open, staring at him in disbelief. How could what he was saying be true? She knew she was a good Slayer, but this? This was... almost incomprehensible. The greatest Slayer in history? She was speechless.
"So basically, I'm the chosen one of the chosen ones," Buffy inquired.
The man laughed. "I guess you could say that. Back to the matter at hand. You have been sent back into the past by magic. While you are here, you will not be able to age."
Before he could say anything else, she said, "Sweet!"
The man was starting to get annoyed. "I wasn't finished. You will fight and destroy the oppressors. Now, to whom I am. My name is unimportant, and while you are here, I am your Watcher."
Buffy put her hand up to stop him from saying anything else.
"Okay, hold on for just a second. So you're my watcher for now?" He nodded his head. "Okay, so you just want me to say, 'Hey, you,' the whole time?"
The man sighed. "No, you will call me Watcher, and I will call you Slayer, unless in public. Then we say no names."
"Alright. Now explain who the Goa'uld are."
The Watcher pulled out an alien device and held it in front of Buffy.
"This will explain everything."
The Watcher held the device up to Buffy's eye level.
"Look directly into the light, Slayer."
Buffy did as her new watcher instructed. The light drew her eyes more towards the center, having her eyes focus on just that point, and held her dazed stare. The alien device flashed.
Buffy collapsed onto the floor. The Watcher gave a big smile to the unconscious body on the floor.