Being a monster hunter isn't all fun and games. It's a matter between life and death. Some people question why we hunt these horrible creatures. Personally, I enjoy it. The sudden rush of adrenaline you get when a monster notices you, the feeling of slicing it apart with my great sword. It's an amazing experience. When I was growing up, I studied about all kinds of monsters. The Great Jaggi, the Qurupeco, and especially Lagiacrus. Lagiacrus was my absolute favourite. Its great claws, horns, and dermal spikes were absolutely stunning to see. As terrifying it may be to be in the presence of it, I would have loved to witness its lightning ball. Mind you, given the time I'm writing this, I most definitely have. And it was being fired at me as well. Multiple times. Fighting Lagiacrus was my main goal. Feeling the electricity in the air, I was fuelled by the emitted power of the Lagiacrus itself. But that is for later.

My name is Dariue. I come from a small village in a desert oasis far away from where I currently reside. That is where this story begins.

Chapter 1: Soccer and Monsters

Palm trees were standing tall over the oasis that was our village. Many people were merchandising, marketing, working. Having just turned 16 years of age, my work life was just beginning. My childhood was gone and my life, my FUTURE, was ahead of me. I woke up, doing the usual. Put on my clothes, go out into the kitchen of our home, and ate breakfast, which was some bread and a SMALL bit of imported fish. Was good enough for me. I greeted my mother and then walked out the door to see if my father needed help. He was a merchant, a very famous one at that. As I left our home, I immediately noticed Kyle and Miranda along with their friends, playing soccer.

"Isn't it a little TOO hot today?" I asked my brother, Kyle. He was eleven years old at the time. An amazing offensive player at the game. He was a bit tall and had short, brown hair with blue eyes that shined as the hot sun's rays bounced off of them. I swear, you could feel the reflected heat as well.

"Are you gonna play with us?" He asked, almost completely ignoring what I said. He was always like that, straight to the point. That's the part of his personality that would help him later: to act without hesitation.

"Sorry, bud," I said with a frown. "Again, I can't today. I have to help father out at the post."
"But we need you for defence!"

"You've got Eamon on your side, don't you?" I glanced over at the older boy behind Kyle, Eamon. He was very energetic and had practically the exact same hair as Kyle. His eyes were blue as well, though slightly more gray. Soccer was a great game for him, given his flexibility. The guy was blessed with it. His great reflexes would help him greatly in the future.

"It's kind of one-sided if you ask me," He said, in his usual boastful voice. Though not the bad kind of boasting. Moretheless, proud boasting. "Me and Kyle kick the other side's ass." My brother took the lead, "Yeah, but it's still hard getting the ball past Mir."

I looked over Eamon this time, waving at my sister, Miranda. She was in the goal, which was basically just a line in the dirt. She waved back. Her hair was long, but not too long. It was brown and the style was changed from day to day. You couldn't really pin a solid image of what she really looks like, considering her hair was a big contributing factor to that. In my opinion, at least. She was the greatest goalie in the village, I swear. Everyone agrees.

"Well, I'm off. I'll see you guys near sunset." I said, starting to walk away. Then, suddenly, a deep voice came out from the shadows that were given off by the side by side homes. If you want a picture of the homes, picture the city that Anakin Skywalker came from on Tatooine. Yeah.

"Sixteen already, huh?" The voice was deeper than the shadows. The man stepped out from them, stepping into the sunlight. I turned and looked at him, a grin appearing on my face.

"Indeed," I said, with a happy voice. I knew the man. Everyone knew him. Everyone loved him. He was an idol to us all. His name was Asch. The sun reflected off of the scales of his red armour. The scales of that of a Rathalos. I knew greatly about the Rathalos. I read about it in multiple books. It was a flying wyvern. A flying wyvern is basically like a dragon. It has wings, and two legs instead of four. The Rathalos is a male, red wyvern that shoots fireballs. It has lethal poison on its talons which could severely hurt a monster hunter. "Got new armour, I see?" Asch nodded and then unsheathed his great sword. The great sword was a weapon that was very strong and quite brutal, if wielded correctly. It was the size of a normal man's body. Asch always allowed me to see his equipment. He even let me wield his Ludroth Bone Sword. He had a stronger version of it, but he made a special version just for me to have. He said that I could have it if I ever decided to… you know… become a monster hunter.

The Ludroth and Royal Ludroth is a species that is aquatic and lizard-like. They have an attack that can drench you. That is what we call Waterblight. Waterblight basically means you have difficulty retaining your stamina, considering you're soaked. It becomes difficult to run. The Royal Ludroth is a big monster that has this strange sponge as a mane. It moves very quickly both on land and underwater.

Asch's great sword was recognizable to me. And it also gave me fear at its sight. Only a slight bit of fear though. It was made of materials that came from the one monster that I have witnessed both the roar and attacks of. It was a sand dragon. A great horned dragon. A dragon that merely digs and uses the ground to attack, not its wings. That surprised me the most.

It is the Diablos. Diablos is a greatly feared monster of my home. It was gigantic and wreaked havoc with its tail. Its horrible, horrible tail. Asch's blade was called the Blade of Talos.

I can recall even that memory, given all my fights. However, there is a great reason why. It was the biggest life-changing moment in my life.