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 =====  Daemon Hunter - College of Controlling Power  ===== =====  Daemon Hunter - College of Controlling Power  =====
 "I can still remember the fragrance of death; not the smell, but the fragrance left behind as the last living members of my family fell. Abstractly I recall the fragrance of the dry earth stirred up by my Sisters tears and the stench of my father'​s bowels as they oozed their contents into the world to mix there with his blood. What air  I thought would be me with breath for every moment of my life was the taint of the other world, the tang of the Shadowed Lands. Nineteen of them had attacked the village of Harn, nineteen towering killers, bleak and stark against the contrast of a summers day and the gay colours smothering the trees of the Orchards. It was graceful, calm as they descended intent on, as I thought then our death, as I know now our souls, to feed upon or worse still to powers higher up that one day we might become like them. A Daemon, a Dark Fae Man and one day a singer of the slaughter song, bringing death to those that had one day been like me. My short life was over, a boy, a man, a husband, a father all in one were to end. Then she came. "I can still remember the fragrance of death; not the smell, but the fragrance left behind as the last living members of my family fell. Abstractly I recall the fragrance of the dry earth stirred up by my Sisters tears and the stench of my father'​s bowels as they oozed their contents into the world to mix there with his blood. What air  I thought would be me with breath for every moment of my life was the taint of the other world, the tang of the Shadowed Lands. Nineteen of them had attacked the village of Harn, nineteen towering killers, bleak and stark against the contrast of a summers day and the gay colours smothering the trees of the Orchards. It was graceful, calm as they descended intent on, as I thought then our death, as I know now our souls, to feed upon or worse still to powers higher up that one day we might become like them. A Daemon, a Dark Fae Man and one day a singer of the slaughter song, bringing death to those that had one day been like me. My short life was over, a boy, a man, a husband, a father all in one were to end. Then she came.
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 Two words drawn from the heartbeat of the universe cast half of them screaming to the fires of the death and all attention was hers. None had seen her arrive and no Daemon would see her leave again though ten of them pitched their power against hers. I had not then, at fourteen years, nor will I again, see anything as beautiful as that woman with that power. Runes splashed across her skin as she rippled more phrases and strength into the air, pulling a blade made from the hardest places in the world into her hand. Their skin surrendered and shattered into fire and death and she smiled as she walked amongst them cradling their final moments in her grasp. The air screamed and my future danced to life as I watched her complete her oaths and duties, the Colleges beckoned and there in distant days I saw her smile on MY lips and my ending not here but in the Shadowed Lands in war"​\\ ​ Two words drawn from the heartbeat of the universe cast half of them screaming to the fires of the death and all attention was hers. None had seen her arrive and no Daemon would see her leave again though ten of them pitched their power against hers. I had not then, at fourteen years, nor will I again, see anything as beautiful as that woman with that power. Runes splashed across her skin as she rippled more phrases and strength into the air, pulling a blade made from the hardest places in the world into her hand. Their skin surrendered and shattered into fire and death and she smiled as she walked amongst them cradling their final moments in her grasp. The air screamed and my future danced to life as I watched her complete her oaths and duties, the Colleges beckoned and there in distant days I saw her smile on MY lips and my ending not here but in the Shadowed Lands in war"​\\ ​
 //- Cull Trevaski - Daemon Hunter, speaking of Yiris Parithyre who inspired him in his youth, as he died in my arms in the castle of bone.// //- Cull Trevaski - Daemon Hunter, speaking of Yiris Parithyre who inspired him in his youth, as he died in my arms in the castle of bone.//
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