SoS B1 C9 X3: Ancestry

It had been a cold winter when Crow's father had taken him off into the woods to learn to hunt. It was a skill he had only use a handful of times since, but to this day he could remember how to draw a bow and fell a deer - if one could be found anymore.
"You are the seventh and final Crow," his father said as they cleaned the steaming carcass of the buck and rolled the hide to cure at home. "There were six before you, each with a deed to their name. The commander, Andrei, forger of the mask; the churchwright, Kohliya, savior of secrets; the warrior, Nikolei, slayer of the beasts; the tyrant, Nikitia, scourge of the west; the pariah, Yral, digger of the graves; and myself, Atrik, the slayer of ghosts."
They sat in silence for a long time. Crow was more quiet back then, back when... when the fear of speaking was fresh in his mind. It was the first time he had heard his father's name.
"You, fledgling, are just Crow, the doctor. You need no name because you will be the last..."

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