When Theo saw the flash, a shape materialised next to him, it was in the shape of brush turkey, and in an instant it was a hissing rattle snake and agin in an instant it was whimpering  wolf pup. A shape shifter. All Daemons were a shape, but Pantamilions could shape shift. And even then, no one had had a Daemon since the final darkness. But now as his friend Rucci came around the corner he noticed that a Golden Kestral was perched on his shoulder.
Now everybody has Daemons.
Every person.
Everywhere.