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Awakening

(Riverlands, 276 AC)

The Riverlands stretched out before Daemon, its lush expanse cloaked in shades of emerald. The misty rain descended like a veil, its gentle touch soothing the earth and casting a hushed ambience over the land. Hidden amidst a dense thicket, Daemon assumed the mantle of a silent observer, his lithe form blending seamlessly with nature's tapestry.

As the wind whispered through the trees, caressing his cheek, he remained perfectly still. A fleeting moment of tranquillity washed over him, accompanied by the rhythmic beating of his heart, the only sound that dared to disrupt the sacred symphony of nature. His senses attuned, every fibre of his being honed to a singular purpose.

And there, just beyond the arc of his vision, a majestic deer grazed peacefully upon the verdant carpet. Its graceful movements mirrored the ebb and flow of the land, blissfully unaware of the predator lurking in the shadows. Daemon's eyes, sharp as a falcon's gaze, locked onto his quarry with unyielding focus. Time itself seemed to halt, the world narrowing to a singular point of concentration.

With the fluid grace of a seasoned archer, he slowly raised his bow, an extension of his very essence. The bowstring, pulled taut with practised precision, whispered secrets of tension and potential. His fingers danced upon the wood, finding solace in the familiar touch, as his aim aligned with the deer's unknowing silhouette.

In a breathless moment, Daemon's heart stilled. His very essence merged with the bow, his consciousness intertwining with the trajectory of the arrow. It was a dance between man and nature, a communion of purpose and instinct. And as his spirit merged with the ethereal flight of the arrow, it became an extension of his will.

The release was a seamless transition, the bowstring singing its mournful song. The arrow, a testament to the hunter's skill, arched gracefully through the air, propelled by the invisible forces of destiny. Time resumed its course as the shaft found its mark with chilling precision, piercing the deer's eye, forever silencing its innocent gaze.

With measured steps, Daemon emerged from the shelter of the bush, his eyes now gleaming with a mix of triumph and reverence. The spoils of his hunt awaited him.

Daemon was quite tall for someone who was only 13 name days, he stood at 5,10ft, a sign that he would be a tall man once he had grown up. He was quite strong as well as he was able to lift the dear and place it around his neck on his shoulders as he walked back to the cabin he shared with his uncle.

His uncle had not been well for a while, something that weighed heavily on Daemon's mind, his whole life he had been looked after by his uncle and yet now all he could do was watch as he lay in bed deteriorating as his uncle refused to go to Seaguard or Riverrun to see a Maester.

He made the 3-mile walk back to his cabin with the deer still on his shoulders, his muscles were straining and burning by the time he got there, he went around the back of the cabin and hung the deer up by the feet on a rack he had built. Using a dagger he had in his belt he lit the deer's throat and let it bleed out.

Heading to the water barrel he cleans his hands, before washing his face. He looks at his reflection for a moment. His silver hair hung loosely just above his shoulders, he had purple eyes and high cheekbones. Needless to say, he was a handsome lad, with his classic Valyrian features. His uncle had never told him who his parents were just that his mother loved him. It was sad but didn't matter very much, he just assumed he was a dragon seed not that it mattered much anyway.

He opened the door to the cabin, it was completely silent, the only sound being the crackling of the fire Daemon had left lit before he left. Near the fireplace was a large chair where an old man sat, he had grey hair with only a few patches of his original dark hair colour. His eyes were the same colour as Daemons though they looked much more tired.