"Some thrive in peace, the few moments where battle stops and you rejoice in the tranquility of your family and loved ones. Those select few bemoan war when she returns. They try and find peace and they may succeed for a time but eventually the war the war they fought tirelessly against will return and she strikes even harder than before making the warriors of peace become hounds of war, all falling against each other regardless of relation, familial or otherwise.

Others thrive in war, carnage, and bloodlust, among the screams of the dying, the thrill of facing your opponent, locking blades and pitting skill against luck. They search for war, will even create it if needed. They constantly hunt for their next battle never resting until the men of war become blood lusting demons with an unquenchable thirst for blood, losing their humanity to war's siren call.

Then there are the ones of apathy, cold business killing. These are the few who can hold their own against demons of war and live with warriors of peace or vice versa. They are truly the ones to fear.

One such man was Trystyn of the Izangayes. He lived and breathed slaughter, a favorite of Morrighan's but he never fell to a demon. He was as silent as death with wolf's eyes and raven feathers adorning his head. He was the only Hunter amongst the so called Knights and they feared him for it, a human who is a better killer than demons what could they do but fear him. He served 15 long years against the Saxon demons under Arturious Kuran, Pureblood King. Trystyn fell to the King of the Saxon but not before taking it with him. They released his horse and scattered his ashes to the East wind, allowing him to return to his homeland one final time.

They never knew Trystyn was the first son of Attila the Hun, royalty and Heir to the vast Hun Empire. No one knew whether he had a son but our Clan, the Kiryuu, are born of his daughter, his firstborn. We carry the legacy of the Hunter who saved our people, the Scout of the Knights. We will never follow another of anything but our choice, remember that.

We are the ones who stand when others cannot, kill where others run. Kiryuu are not like the others and you, son, aren't either. Your twin is like Dagonet, the healer, not a man of war of apathy but a warrior of peace. I have seen that familiar light in your eye. You will be a true Kiryuu.

You will be feared. You will be mocked. You will be hunted. Remember who you are, my son. You bear our line for all to see same as Trystyn once did. It is a standard you will be held to but I believe you can overcome it. Veni. Vidi. Vici.