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Name: Hurst
(English meaning either 'thicket of trees' or 'forest')
Gender:Male
Hurst has always grown up watching his parents. He would watch as they left for work each day, gazing sadly to the door when his father was hunting and he would patiently wait by the door each day for his mother's return. He loves his parents very much, but there were many days when he just wanted his family to take a day off so they could spend time together. He never spoke this request. His parents jobs were very important, not only to them but to the people that they assist. To keep them from their jobs would be selfish and cruel, even in the younger child's eyes. No. Instead, the child did the best to keep himself happy and optimistic for his parents sake. He would smile and play, always greeting them when they come back and simply would act like the child he should be rather than the lonely individual he really is.
There are some parts of his parents jobs that young Hurst absolutely adores. He loves when his father comes home, weary and tired after battling the hollows and still puts together the energy to tell Hurst about his newest adventures. He smiles as his mother enters the door with an extra pep in her step because, on that day, she had saved someones life. Their occupations meant that, when there was a good day... it would be a very good day. He treasures each good day, using them as a goal to reach towards on those days where the sky turns overcast. After all, those days hold the true joy within himself brought by seeing his parents happy.
Still, those good days are one in a million. His parents jobs are not to be taken lightly. There are many days when everything seems to fall apart. Days when his father would return, limping as his mother raced towards him with the first aid kit and Hurst could do nothing but watch on with concern. There are days when his mother would return, tears in her eyes and heart heavy as they lost someone, someone she had failed to save. These days were far too common for the child's liking, pushing him to make a decision. He wants to help. His parents have sacrificed so much to help others, giving up large portions of their days and their thoughts to saving lives and protecting the general population. Hurst admires this greatly, from their passion to their determination. One day, Hurst wants to save lives, too.
Then comes the question, How? Hurst wasn't anything special. He wasn't as strong as his father, nor was he as smart as his mother. He didn't necessarily have the patience to do anything near to what she did. He began to experiment, studying different things in an effort to find something where he would actually be able to help with. Then, one day, he came across her. Injured and bleeding, he found Artemis alone. Surprised, he quickly did the best he could to patch up her wounds and to help her until his mother would come home. He did his best to drag the older viscet to his house, keeping her out of the weather as he tried to help her yet was unable to truly do anything other than wait. As time for his mother to return came nearer, the viscling became nervous. He jumped as the stranger began to awaken. Confused and in pain, Artemis explained how she'd come from a world where demons were taking over. She had fled the final battle when it had turned sour, as the lead guardian had fallen. She was determined to keep running, afraid that the others would soon catch up to her.
Hurst refused to let her leave. Just like his parents, he had a drive to help others and he could see that Artemis truly did need help. At first, he convinced her to stay until her injuries healed. Then he helped her get a small house and job in a nearby town until she would have enough money to travel comfortably. As time went by, Hurst managed time and time again to talk her into staying. Artemis became one of his closest friends. She began to teach him about skills from her world, too. She would tell him the stories of the crystal guardian while his favorite story she would tell was that of the wolf like forest guardian. The guardian was clever, though he wasn't always the smartest. He certainly wasn't the strongest. Hurst would sit on the edge of his seat as Artemis told him about how Lupine could take on an entire army of shadow beasts, rarely breaking a sweat as he would use his speed and trickery to defeat them. Lupine's passion for his team, and later his mate, would bring him to become a hero within the guardians, a hero with all the humbleness he could have.
This was what he wanted to be. It isn't a job that Hurst was looking for, it's a person. He wants to be strong, just like his parents... just like Lupine. So Hurst asks his father to train him. He wants to learn not to kill, but to protect. He wants to help people like Artemis who end up in simply the wrong place at the wrong time. Artemis began teaching him minor magic, skills she brought over from her world. Hurst started to become a hero in his own way. One day, he hopes to join his father on the hunt. One day, he wants to help Artemis become braver and stronger, so that eventually she could join them. As far he was concerned, she had become a big sister to him. She scared away the loneliness within Hurst and she inspired him. He wants to do the same for her by becoming even better than the heroes in her stories. Some day, he will.
