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The sun was beginning to come up over the horizon. My father and I were stranded on a life boat in the middle of the ocean. We were the only two survivors of the demon attack. I was exhausted. It had been a rough night, but I didn't have time to sleep, I had to keep rowing. I had to get my father some help.

"Tassik," whispered my father. "Kill me, Tassik."

I looked at him. He was badly injured and it wasn't looking good. I knew what had to be done, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.  Killing demons was one thing, but my own father was another story. As a stared at him, I couldn't help but think about how this all began. It had started off as the best day of my life and then turned into a living nightmare.


The Demon Hunter

It was in my fifteenth year of childhood when it all happened. I woke up late in the morning. I was so excited the night before that I had trouble sleeping and it caused me to wake up later than I had wanted. I quickly hoped out of bed and got dressed. As soon as I was ready, I ran down the stairs. My mother had breakfast ready. However, I didn't have much time; I had to hurry down to the harbor.

My mother said, "I made your favorite, Wouffles covered in Maxwi sauce."

"Sorry mom," I responded. "No time, I've got to hurry if I'm still going to catch the Demon Hunters."

"You're already running late, why don't you just wait until next time to go?"

I looked at her. I thought she was being so silly. "Listen mom, we've talked about this last night. If I don't go today, there is no telling when I'll get another chance."

"It's just that I have a bad feeling about it."

"Don't worry about it. I'm going with dad. But just in case, I'll be extra careful."

She sighed, and responded, "Very well. At least take some Wouffles with you."

A grabbed a handful and ran out the door. I can still remember her face, she was so worried. However, I didn't worry too much about it. I figured she was just a mom worried about her only child. The harbor was on the other side of town and I knew I would be cutting it close. However, I was determined to make it.

As I ran through the streets, I heard someone call my name. I stopped to see who had called. It was Enthia. She was my betrothed. There were definitely some feelings between us, but I wasn't sure how strong they were. However, tradition dictated that the two of us had to get married. "Enthia, I didn't expect to see you."

"Tassik, I was hoping to catch you before you left."

"Did something happen?"

"I had a dream about you last night. Your journey was filled with death and despair. I think it may have been a premonition."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Listen. I'm going to be just fine. It was only a small band of demons. The crew of the Thundercutter is more than capable of handling it. However, I need to go along for the experience. I'll return safe and sound. Try not to worry, okay?"

She pulled out a crystal from her pocket. It was attached to a string that she tied around my neck. "It will protect you from harm. Wear it and think of me."

"I'll never take it off." I kissed her gently on the forehead and continued toward the harbor.

When I got to the harbor, I could see the ship still being loaded with supplies. I was out of breath, but I made it in time. My father was the first to greet me. "Welcome, Tassik. Glad you could make it. We were getting worried."

"Wouldn't have missed it for the world," I said as I tried to catch my breath.

"Come aboard and I'll introduce you to the captain."

I smiled at him. The two of us boarded the ship as it finished loading the supplies. It was getting ready to take off. My father introduced me to the crew. I never really got to know any of them, but they all seemed pleasant enough. It was a shame what was about to happen.

When we left the dock, we headed south. That was the direction that the demons fled. The night before, the demons had attacked an Eltaran village and now we were going to make them pay for it. The ship was one of the fastest in all of Eltara and the winds were favorable. We caught up with the horde at sunset. The demons attacked the ship. The crew was prepared and battle quickly ensued. Victory for us seemed assured when everything went so horribly wrong.

A magical portal formed above the Thundercutter. Hundreds of demons swarmed out and attacked. The crew fought valiantly, but the odds were just too overwhelming. My father knew that we were all about to be slaughtered at the talons of these demons. He pushed me into one of the lifeboats. I remember yelling at him, "I won't leave! A Demon Hunter never runs from a battle."

"Listen, you're not a Demon Hunter. Perhaps one day you may become one, but not if you're dead. Now go!"

I was stubborn and refused to leave. "I'm not going. I'll stand by your side. We'll face death together, side by side."

Before my father could respond, a demon slashed him deeply in the chest with one of their claws. He fell into the life boat. Then, one of the other Demon Hunters cut the ropes to the lifeboats. We fell into the waters. I took one last look at the vessel and left. I rowed as fast as my body would allow. I had to save my father and the only way to do that was to get him to a healer. I rowed all night and into the morning. My arms felt like rubber, but I continued onward. I had to save my father; I couldn't let him die like the rest.

"Kill me, Tassik. Please kill me." He had been begging me the whole night. "If you don't, I'll become one of the demon servants. Don't let that happen to me. Tassik, kill me."

I knew what he was saying was true. When a demon's claw cuts the skin, the wound becomes infected with the Demon's Curse. Unless a healer can purify the wound, the victim will turn into a demon servant. The demon servant is faithful to its demon lords and has a powerful bloodlust for those who were once close. However, I couldn't bring myself to kill him. I held onto hope that we would be rescued, that we would find a healer before it was too late.

I continued trying to find land for the next four days, but there was no luck. What little rations were in the boat were gone. I used most of them trying to keep my father going. However, he was slipping further and further away. He was beginning to mumble and I could no longer understand him. The infection was finally beginning to win. If I was going to do something, it had to be now.

I looked into my father's eyes. He was almost completely gone. I picked up the blade of my father, Uckstamar. The handle was crafted like the head of a demon with holes for eyes. This was the same as all Demon Hunter blades, though each had its own subtle differences.

I looked at him one last time. I couldn't let the infection win. My father was too proud a man to ever lose to something so insignificant. He had held it at bay for four long days, which was longer than anyone would expect. It was my duty to help him win this final battle. I raised Uckstamar above my head and ended all of his troubles in one strike. It pained me to do so, but it had to be done. He was finally at peace. As I stabbed him into my father's heart, Uckstamar cried tears of blood.

The next day, I was lying in the lifeboat and staring into the sky. I was weak from the days of rowing. I had barely eaten or drunken anything in the past five days. Until that point, the determination to save my father had sustained me. However, with him gone, I was prepared to give up. That's when the Eltaran vessel Windrider found me.

A small boat was sent out to retrieve me. I wasn't exactly what they had expected. They had been searching for survivors of the crew, not some half dead boy who had just killed his own father. They tied a line to my boat and pulled it back to the main ship. They were preparing to take me onboard when I asked them, "What are you going to do with him?" I looked toward my father.

One of the crewmen answered, "We'll send the boat out to sea and give him a warrior's funeral."

I leaned over my father one last time. I dipped my fingers into his blood and drew two slashes across my neck. With that, I picked up his blade and boarded the ship with the others. The captain was the first to greet me. He asked one of the crewmen, "Is he the only one?"

The crewman responded, "The other was already slain. He had been infected by the Demon's Curse."

The captain turned to me. "Were you two the only survivors?"

I nodded in response.

"I see. So why is it you were in a lifeboat, did you flee from the combat?"

I looked at the captain. I was filled with anger. "I would never run from a fight!" Though I shouted it, my parched voice did not carry far.

The captain looked at my neck. He followed the slashes with one of his fingers. "The Blood Oath of a Demon Hunter. The other must have been someone special."

"He was my father."

"I see. A Blood Oath is a very sacred vow. You have sworn to avenge the death of your father, even at the cost of your own life. Are you prepared to fulfill that oath?"

I began to pick up my father's sword. My arm was weak and my hand trembled. By force of will alone, I raised the blade and responded, "He was a great man and deserves to be honored. Even if it is with my last dying breath, he will be avenged."

"That sword -- that is Uckstamar. You must be the son of Renmar. The last time I saw you was ten years ago, you were a boy of only five. You're not old enough to take the Demon Hunter trail of initiation. This quest must have been a training exercise."

He took my father's sword from my hands. I didn't respond. I didn't know what to say. I wasn't a true Demon Hunter and, therefore, I had no right to claim my father's blade. It would be reserved for a proven Demon Hunter.

"You are the only survivor of a fierce demon attack and you hold your father's blade in your hand." While these things would bring honor to a Demon Hunter, nothing but shame would be brought to me. The captain continued, "You have taken a sacred Blood Oath. I officially proclaim you an honorary Demon Hunter. Rightfully claim your father's sword."

I looked at the captain. He was giving me a great honor. I spoke the rite of passage, "Renmar, wielder of Uckstamar and champion of Amara, has fallen in battle. I, Tassik, claim his blade as my own."

"I, Quelnaw, captain of the Windrider and champion of Alsara, grant this blade to Tassik. Take the blade Uckstasik."

As I grabbed the handle of the sword, the captain let go. With all of my strength, I lifted the sword above my head. I had claimed my father's sword and was now ready to begin a new journey.

After that moment, I fell to my knees. Had the two men not been supporting me, I would have surely collapsed. Holding the blade had taken all of my strength and I had nothing left to give. My vision started to blur and the room began to spin. Before I passed out, I could hear Quelnaw order, "Bring the healer, he may have been infected by the Demon's Curse as well."