Monster Hunter: Dawn of the Hunter

Prologue

A young man in dented and worn knights armor stumbled out of the small wooden boat he had been sailing and onto the wet sand. He gripped his left shoulder, blood seeping past his fingers. He stumbled to the right and had to catch himself to not fall. He looked around himself and saw that he had landed in a place that only held sand as far as the eye could see. He whipped blood from his face and looked around again.

I must be in some sort of....desert. He thought to himself.

He stumbled forward and failed to catch himself this time. He fell face first into the sand. He let out a scream of pain as sand snuck it's way into the scar on his face. Because of the scar, he couldn't see out of his left eye. After the pain faded, the young man stood back up and muttered to himself before continuing on.

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The young man woke up on a small cot in a unfamiliar room. He sat up and winced. His shoulder still badly hurt but it wasn't bleeding anymore, nor was his scar. He looked to see a small old wyverian sitting next to his cot, reading a book. The wyverian looked up and removed his glasses.

"So you're awake." He said calmly. "I was wondering when you'd come to."

"W-w-where am I?" the young man asked.

"Why you're in my humble abode. My name is Farla. I found you passed out on the verge of death in the Dunes. I'm surprised you weren't eaten by a Cephadrome or attacked by a Barroth."

"T-thank you."

"Don't mention it. Now, how is your shoulder? Your eye?"

"They still hurt, but not as much."

"That's good, that's good. I do say, you have yet to tell me your name. Care to share?"

"It's...Zakrin."

"Zakrin, hmm. Don't think I've heard that one before."

"I need to...leave." Zakrin said as he tried to stand up.

"Not so fast. You still need to sit and wait for at least your shoulder to heal. Head out too soon and you won't stand a chance against anything stronger than a Vespoid. Rest. You'll need it for your coming journey."

Zakrin nodded as he lay back down and promptly fell asleep.

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Zakrin waved to the old wyverian as he walked off into the desert.

"Take care!" Farla called to him.

"I will! I hope to see you again, Elder." Zakrin replied.

It had been several months that Zakrin had spent with Farla, waiting for his shoulder to heal. He had learned many things from the old wyverian, the most important, he thought, was to help anyone he came across who needed it. Zakrin would remember that for many years to come.

As he continued his journey through the desert, he wondered how he would make it all the way to the Flooded Forest, where he was headed. He didn't know how, but he knew he would, one way or another.