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The tattoo of the West Wind which got the additional power of water to those who bear it. It will be handed down within the same family but always to the person who proved themselves worthy.  The tattoo of the North Wind which brings additional earth powers to its bearer has been passed down from parent to child. It doesn’t necessarily mean the oldest child will get it but most of the time it works this way. 

[Picture ID: A close up of burning wood logs with a orange box in the middle reading “The burning South Wind is mine. Its fire will burn inside me. My name being Nuriel. My fire will banish the evil.] The tattoos of the East Wind brings additional wind powers to its bearer and has been handed down from mentor to mentee over the centuries.  The tattoo of the South Wind with its additional fire powers has been passed from mother to the oldest daughter since the beginning of the keepers. 

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“Jacob,” he said finally, “you’re looking at Jacob.” He took his ballpoint and opened the file in front of him, more so to add to his exasperated father look than to actually do something he’d not done the first five or so minutes of their meeting. “Jacob Derane. Firefighter. My nephew. Single, as far as I know – just in case you wanted the information.”

No figure of speech. There were dead bodies. To be more specific, parts of dead bodies stuffed into garbage bags with rocks inside. Otherwise, they’d float, and the view would falter, as so would the overall smell of their surroundings. But these were drunken realizations for you – or rather, memories coming back to get him. He found it funny in a twisted way; just another thing that distanced him from his companion: his life had been dedicated to getting those bodies inside. Forget happiness and definitely forget love. But don’t forget the corpses.