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Vethen Meets Eileen

He is cautious: silent, as when he hunts the beasts. The figure at the edge of the balcony is turned sideways. He believes that the crow mask blocks the peripheral image of his approach because he must. Because if he is wrong, he has already lost this fight. He thinks the figure may be a Hunter. He does not know what will happen to him if he is killed by one of his kind. Would it be the end? His final death.

“Oh, a Hunter are ya?” He freezes. A female voice. A thick accent. His eyes are wide. His pulse is hammering. “And an outsider? What a mess you’ve been caught up in. And tonight, of all nights.” The hollow eyes turn to regard him. He says nothing, shifting his weight in a way that is almost more mental than physical. He tells himself preparedness will make all the difference. “What’s this? No words? Not a Hunter, then. Perhaps a scared little bird.” Is he going to let her speak to him like that? For a moment he is not sure. The woman does intimidate him. She has been here far longer than he has: he can feel the Dream on her. It is like the thick smoke that lingers at the Lanterns.

“What you think of me won’t matter after I’ve killed you.” Silence…and then the woman is laughing.

“So you’ve a bite to ya!” She turns to face him, chuckling softly, “Here pup. A gift, to welcome the new Hunter.” In her outstretched hand she holds four small pieces of charred paper, each with a rune singed into it. The giant axe is shifted to one palm, the other held out for the marks. The woman lets them fall into his possession. He studies them closely, and is struck with the sensation of memory. He doesn’t know why this rune is familiar to him, but a quiet voice in his mind whispers rebirth.

“Vethen.” As he slips the papers into a pouch on his belt.

“Vethen the pup. I’m Eileen the Crow.” The Hunter raises an eyebrow.

“Did that come before or after the outfit?” He glances down to indicate the feathers all over her garb. She laughs again.

“With it. A Hunter of Hunters wears feathers, so that we honor our kills with sky burials.” Immediately the axe is in both of his hands again, ready to fulfill its role of executioner.

“You hunt Hunters.” It is not a question. He does not need to ask if this woman means what she says.

“Those who have gone drunk on the Hunt,” she lets out a lengthy sigh, “prepare yourself for the worst, pup. There are no humans left. They’re all flesh-hungry beasts now.”

“There’s you. There’s me.” She shakes her head slowly.

“Not human. A crow, and a pup.”

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