Samara Morgan - A Hunter X Hunter Fanfiction

Prologue

"What's this?"

Samara, six years old, rummaged through an old trunk in his uncle's study room. Due to her height, she was forced to stand on her tiptoes and reach, her brown hair falling in her forest-green eyes. She frowned as she tried to reach down, wishing her arms were just a bit longer.

Her father has business with her uncle. They were inside the house, having manly talks. They decided to leave the kids, she and her cousin, in his room.

The room still wasn't enough to play around until they landed in their basement.

"What?" Archie, eight years old, having the same brown hair as she was, leaned over next to her. Getting fidgety as seconds go by. He made a last look at their back- supposedly where the door was located, expecting his father might storm inside- before turning his eyes back at the trunk.

Samara tugged out a leather-bound book. It was black, a lot of papers stuck in the pages and starts to fade. The sign on the book cover looked like an infinity symbol- "A book," she said in awe.

Archie exclaimed excitedly, his hazel eyes lighting up. "It's Dad's. He never lets me read it." Mentioning his dad brought back fear. "He forbids anyone entering this room. We should go out before he finds out."

"It's not like we're taking anything. Besides, a book stocked in an expensive-looking old trunk-locked here in a room where he forbids anyone to enter is a big invitation to me."

Her cousin moved his feet nervously. "Well, I understand what you mean. It's his journal."

Samara gave him a sly smile, "Seems like someone's being a bad boy."

"... I was just curious."

"Meh... It runs in the blood." She ignores her cousin's blabbers and undusted the cover carefully. "So, what's in this?"

"It's about his research. His archeological team found some artifacts that they believe dated back hundreds or thousands of years ago." Archie replied.

Samara's eyes twinkled with delight, looking in awe. "Wow. He never mentioned anything about this in his stories."

"Maybe until it's confirmed? Anyway, he went on an expedition on locating it, lead by a Professional Hunter." Archie said proudly with his nose held up high.

But there was one word that got Samara's interest. "Professional Hunter? Is uncle like that as well? A treasure Hunter?"

Archie chuckled as he shook his head. "Dad's a historian and a cryptologist. He searches for artworks and other artifacts but he's not a Pro Hunter."

Samara got confused. Was there a difference? "But he hunts treasures and other things."

"My dad said this to me one time... Hunters are special individuals who proven themselves to be an elite members of humanity. They devote themselves to tracking down priceless items, mystical places, and unseen wonders of the world that only a licensed Pro Hunter got the privilege."

Sam's young green orbs sparkled. She flipped the first few pages and saw a glimpse of the sketched jar.

"You're not supposed to be up here."

Both kids gasped as they turned around, startled by a sudden tall figure behind them. Archie jumped.

"Uncle Liam!" Samara cried.

Archie's father, Liam Morgan eyed them. "Well?" Unlike Archie, he had the same shade of green eye color as Samara. But his hair also shares a common trait passed down by the Morgan family, though a bit messy.

"Told you." Said Archie.

Samara shot her a look before turning back to her uncle. "We just wanted to see." She said.

A smile crept up her uncle's lips at their obvious interest. "But that book..." He trotted towards Sam and extended a hand. Sam pouted, not liking the idea of returning it before she could even take a proper look but nonetheless, she gave it. "Is not for yours to see... yet."

Sam smiled.

He pulled over a chair and sat down, Sam climbing up on his lap like she always does for his stories. Being the older one, Archie stood before them, both he and Sam waiting expectantly for his dad to begin.

"Can you tell us more about Hunters?" Sam asked.

His dad contemplating before giving in. "A Hunter's job is not only that of looking for treasures and hunting animals. True Hunters dedicate themselves to the protection of knowledge, people, and nature. They must preserve culturally precious items or species of animals and plants they can discover." He said. "Furthermore, they must also arrest criminals and in rare cases even fellow Hunters who have committed heinous crimes. A 'hunt' can range from a task to a quest a Hunter goes on of their own volition."

"You mean a suicide profession." Sam's Dad, Berham Morgan came through the door. Her uncle placed the book on top of a desk. "I promised not to bad mouth your profession Liam, but please don't include my child in these nonsense stories about this money, treasures, or even these Hunters, whatever they were."

"They're not nonsense Dad," Sam told him. Berham just made a sigh.

"It's never been about money, Berham." Uncle scoffed.

"Come on Samara, it's time to go. You can say your goodbyes. Just say my regards to Shay if she ever comes home, brother." Her dad said and he went downstairs.

"Which is better, Uncle? A Historian or a Pro Hunter?" Sam asked. Liam put her down.

"Depends on what you want to become. Both are dedicated to search for something." He replied, wearing a knowing smile. Sam nodded.

'Hunter, huh.'

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Seven years later...

"Zaban City," Sam murmured, strolling down the sidewalk. She walked expertly with a stick on her back, whistling, as she avoids crashing into a couple that had just turned to a corner. "Never heard of it."

She wondered if it was a place she'd be able to get to with the little money she had. She had enough cash to buy a boat ticket and a few meals, but little more than that. Certainly, even a bus fare would prove too costly.

She asked someone. Like she suspected, Zaban City is a large metropolitan area on the main continent. It wasn't far from the country she lived in, but there is an ocean between the two bodies of land.

"Damn."

Shrugging, she walked towards the dock and found the ticket master. "Excuse me, sir-"She began, but he interrupted almost immediately.

"Surely you aren't here for that infernal exam?" He asked doubtfully, crossing his arms. "People die in that thing; you know? Most especially for a kid."

Frowning, she crossed her arms. "I am taking the Hunter Exam. Is there a boat that goes to Dolle Harbor?" It was closest to Zaban City, as she heard.

"You will have to ride a boat to Whale Island first. From there, there's a ride to Dolle. We don't get many people taking the hunter examination," The man replied huffily, "so the boat usually skips through our island. However, we had a couple of last years, so I guess popularity has gone up. The boat's coming tomorrow."

Sam took out the fare cost from her wallet, hopeful to have enough. "Tomorrow?" She repeated, handing over the money in exchange for a small ticket.

"Tomorrow morning," He emphasized. "So wake up early and get down here fast."

"That won't be a problem," The girl assured him, striding her feet over to a small tree. Plopping down to the ground, she leaned against the hardwood, breathing deeply.

She heard the ticket master grumble. "Suit yourself. Sleep all night like that and see how you feel in the morning."

So she did.