The Life of a Hunter

Prologue

This is the story of my life. I am Kurako, a high level Hunter. I am a HUmar, but I would have preferred to be a FOmar. I am alone, I have been for over a year now. I miss my friend, I miss Jon. My father left on Pioneer 1, he was one of the top 10 hunters. He was a FOmar, and a very powerful one at that. He told me when I was three, he was proud of the way my skill was growing, even at that young age. I would go to him on Pioneer 2, with my mother and my sister. Since he left I trained myself to be a great warrior, just like him.

Chapter One

First School

When I was six we boarded Pioneer 2. This was a new time for me. There were a lot of other kids in the residential block I lived in, but I wanted nothing to do with them. It seemed they wanted to avoid me too, although it may have been the wooden saber on my back. That saber was my prize possession, and I trained myself with it everyday.

One week after Pioneer 2 departed it was time for my first social challenge, school. I had been home-schooled before, but now my mother had to work, meaning my sister and I had to go to public school. The thing that really bothered me was I couldn't bring my wooden saber with me, only the police, army, and full-fledged hunters could bring their weapons anywhere.

Before I left I got myself ready. By brown hair was gelled into its usual spikes. My sister a came in, her blonde hair in pig-tails. We were ready for our first day of public school.

I was a second grader at West Side Elementary. At first things seemed to be going well. The first kid I met was friendly. His long red hair went down to his black trouser waist. The school had a uniform that consisted of black pants and white shirt. We also had a badge with out name and grade. This kid was in the next grade but he actually treated me as an equal. His face was kind, not the cruel one of the older grades. I don't know why but I liked this guy.

Later during the lunch break I sat a table by myself. The first, second, and third grades ate at the same time, but I wanted nothing to do with them. I had looked around for that kid from earlier, but I guess he hadn't shown. I saw my first grade sister come in, looking nervous. Who could blame her, we had lived pretty isolated before this.

I turned back to my food, and my book on swords I had found in the school library. This place may not be so bad I thought. Then suddenly I heard a crashing sound. Then I heard my sister scream. Great, just great I thought. When I turned around I saw a bunch of third graders at the table my sister had been at. I was close enough to hear what they were saying. "Little girl, when I say we want to sit here you move," the biggest of them said. My sister was on the floor, with a big bruise on her forehead. I looked back up at the bully as he kicked my sister, "We rule this place." Then the bully started to laugh.

I couldn't just watch as my sister was beaten up. I stood up and yelled o the bullies, "Leave her alone!" The bully then looked at me.

"You got a lot of guts kid. But I am afraid your out of your league," The bully said. Then he kicked her again. "I said leave her alone!" I yelled back. I clenched both my fists and walked straight in front of him. He was a good six inches taller then me.

The bully clenched his fists and punched his hand. "This little punk has a death wish. Should I turn him inside out, or just put his lights ou…" That was far as he got. I hit him, I hit him right in the face. Blood came out his nose as he fell to the ground. "Anyone else want to mess with my sister?" I asked.

The other bullies ran. I smiled, my first battle was won with one blow. Next thing I knew there was a strong hand that picked me up by the back of my shirt. "Come on young man, your going to the principal," a teacher said.

Great, just great. Here I am defending my sister and already I'm in trouble. Looks like school may not be such an okay place after all. As I'm carried out of the lunch room I saw that red-head come in and help my sister. "At least he's not so bad," I thought to myself. Just as I leave the room I saw him concentrating hard and muttering something.

The teacher carries me to the office and I think that this is going to be my last day alive. What about when my mother finds out…