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It had been a month and the transformation had run its course. I was kept in that cell until they were sure I could control my body. Apparently my transformation took exceptionally long; they don't want to take any chances. I was learning gradually how to control my body. You cannot just sit around for a month without control and not try. The man in the white coat came in to check on me twice a day since the ceremony began. I don't know what the actual process has done to me, but over time I could feel my body change shape. It ages you. I understand now why they do the procedure at such a young age. As the hunters do not age, once in your final form you remain like that until death. You had more of a chance of looking young if you are changed early.

The door to the room was such that I could see my own reflection. My skin was a deep white, my fingernails red and my hair jet black with the ends tipped silver. The transformation changed my body. It changed my muscles, my bones. I was taller, stronger and older. I look 35 at this point and my mind had most likely advanced farther. My cloths are but rags at this point. As the body changes the bones shift. They tear at your shirt. My bones are like steel now. I have lost all texture in my skin. I have no fingerprint left. My shoulder blades have grown longer and now protrude from my skin. The wedjat on my chest still burned with a fiery glow. My eyes were the eyes of a hunter, a deep red, etched with black radiating out from the pupil.

It was a week after my transformation had been completed that he came to see me. He called himself my teacher and said there was no other name was necessary. He unchained me and took me outside. My first time outside that room was a shock. Everything was clear. It was as if someone had taken a picture of the world and sharpened it to the point of perceiving individual molecules.

He brought me to the armory first. It was there that I was given the garb of the hunter class. I was rapped with bandages up to my neck. A plain black shirt was pulled over my head and I donned the like pair of pants he handed me. The black leather jacket he put on me strapped thrice over my breast with a silver buckle for each. The boots were simple leather buckled in a like style. The straps from the belt at my waist entwined themselves around my leg till they met the ground.

He showed me to my quarters and told me that I must appear at the training grounds at sunrise.

I entered my small room with only a bed in it and I fell asleep.