"Do you swear to uphold the rights of the innocent. To secure the sanctuary of the weak. To act as an ambassador for structure, loyalty, and peace. Do you swear to place the lives of your fellow hunters ahead of your own. To protect them, their families, and their purity. Do you Valcry Freya Corset on this day swear to the hunters gathered before you and those who have passed on- to do all these things and more to the best of your physical and mental ability lest you suffer the consequences. Do you swear?"
His words were spoken with the authority that which was due him. After all he was the Shadow Caster. Such a title was not given lightly. Argor stood over her nearly seeming to loom like a tower threatening to topple. The woman who knelt before him with her back to the crowed of well embodied men and woman did not look up to meet his icy gaze.
"I do swear upon my mother, Freya - The Valkyrie's grave." She did not stutter. She did not shake. Silence fell over those gathered in the cavern which had been known for many years as the Tavern Under the Bridge. Argor nodded his ceremonial silken black robes making a crisp sound as he turned to lift the short arching blade from its perch on a stool to his right. With one swift flick of his wrist the blade was turned its deadly point facing his abdomen as he offered the hilt to Valcry.
Never before had a woman led the Hunters forward into a new age. Until today. As she rested her small hand on the worn hilt and lifted her own mossy green gaze to lock on his icy blue one he spoke the words that would change history forever-
"Then as your Shadow Caster I declare you to be the new Shadow Hunter of our district of hunters. Valcry Freya Corset - our leader."
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Strangled by Angels
FantasyWhen a young Valcry found herself faced with tribulations she did not ask for due to a wild mother and an unknown father - she took to the hunter's ways and molded their ancient group to alter history forever. < < A very contorted Supernatur...
