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Being a hunter could be considered the best job for young people living outside the city, a job that paid just enough not to make you suffer. The reason it was called hunting dated back to the old wars, the times when demons and humans were “different.” The duty of the hunters back then, as you could understand from the word itself, was to hunt down the other side. If you killed and brought back the head of the corpse, you were paid a hefty sum. That was the purpose. But when peace was made between the two races, even though the name of the job remained the same, its purpose changed. The goal shifted from slaughter to control and suppression, meaning: we will make you suffer through countless tasks, but you won’t earn even a quarter of it. There was no point in rebelling, and with the job reaching this point, some rules were added that did not allow any excuses whatsoever.
Except for slaves who were freed at a young age, no slave could become a hunter
Violence was prohibited unless necessary
Killing was forbidden
Using authority for personal purposes was forbidden
Disobeying orders was forbidden
Excessive drinking was forbidden
Attending festivals outside of duty was forbidden
Using anything containing the powder of the Vitanya flower was strictly forbidden
The Vitanya flower was truly beautiful in appearance and had a pleasant fragrance. It resembled a rose but had a different scent and larger size. When it was first discovered, it was often mistaken for a rose, and for this reason, it was commonly referred to among the people as the “drug rose.” This was because of the effects of the powder obtained when the petals were dried. It could be added to both drinks and foods. The powder was addictive. Its effects at first were headaches and drowsiness, but over time it caused suppression of memories, weakening of the body’s resistance, and emotional numbness. It was used only in some healing houses, but its use among the public was not well regarded, though it was not forbidden either. Since it was not deadly, people thought it was not so bad—of course, as long as they didn’t have someone addicted to it around them. They wouldn’t understand. They couldn’t understand.321Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVf4YMAc4Uk
Because my life was ruined because of them.321Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxbaEDfy2W1
My life was ruined because of beautiful flowers.321Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdS0Lhx9VLh
And like a curse, I remember every day perfectly.
I was seven years old, crouched in the backyard of our house where my father was buried, behind my crying mother. The only thing marking someone was buried there was a stone with a name on it and the flowers my mother had placed. And I was questioning myself if I should be feeling something. I had no bond with my father; I neither hated him nor could I love him. He never even looked at me, and I had gotten used to that. My mother always found an excuse for him anyway. While I was simply watching my mother cry, I was too small to know what would happen after this.
The first month seemed normal. My mother looked more tired; she cried when she thought I didn’t see. The following month could have been the best time of my life—my mother smiled, talked to me more often, and paid attention to me. I was naïve enough to believe everything would get better. By the third month, everything changed faster than I could comprehend. Suddenly, my mother began to act as if I didn’t exist. I would wonder if I had done something wrong.
One evening, two demons came to the house. They ate with my mother, sat for a while, and I didn’t understand what they were talking about. After a while, one of the men gave my mother money, and my mother pointed at me with her eyes. The men stood up, and one of them grabbed me harshly by the arm and dragged me. I was calling to my mother, shouting, crying. And my mother, as if I were not her child but an object, wasn’t looking at me but at the money in her hand. Meanwhile, the demons, still dragging me, were talking about how good a deal it was to sell a child for so little, just for some flower powder. That was the moment my life darkened.
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Jayden.
Thinking he wouldn’t be noticed because he did it while hiding behind the house was both very funny and very stupid. Maybe Zane didn’t realize it, but I understood from his first month here. Every night he gets up and inhales that powder, the bastard. Without caring, every single night without exception, he gets high on it, making both me and Zane look like fools. And yet, they say he has enough heart to bring in a stray hybrid from the streets. He knows better than anyone how that cursed thing intoxicates. Before coming here, he had said he was informed about plant species. I had personally gone and asked him, and he had explained it himself. But as if he didn’t know the effects, he uses that powder.
He is drugging himself mentally, but I will not allow this to harm anyone here.
Not even that hybrid.
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