Everyone was in a panic. The citizens of Esteredge were all running amok without a clue of what to do or where to go. With one fell swoop the fire breathing wyvern lowered its talons and hoisted an unsuspecting villager to his demise. The wyvern, known as a Rathalos continued to terrorize the village. It's fireballs that spewed from its mouth tore the village apart mercilessly. Houses were singed; shops ablaze.
Suddenly a shot was heard as the Rathalos came plummeting down from its flight. Then another shot. Pow! The wyvern was weakened but not dead. It staggered back to its feet and let out a massive roar so loud it shattered glass. In the midst of all the destruction a man came forth and shot again. "Miss." he said to himself. He was out of shots and needed to reload. The Rathalos, seizing the opportunity spit a fireball at the man. Direct hit! The man tumbled uncontrollably backward. As he came to the wyvern was lunging straight for him. With a quick flick of his arm he threw his weapon over his shoulder and rolled out of the way. "Pesky little thing aren't you?" he said under his breath. As the wyvern was coming in for a second pass the man lined up his shot and pow! Right between the eyes. The Rathalos was slain!
That was what the boy remembered ten years ago. He was only eight then but his father, Zevin left a big impression on him that day. Ever since he saw that, Alexander wanted to be a monster hunter just like his dad. His mother of course had some reservations. She didn't want her only son leaving her to become some monster hunter. "There's enough in the world. They can do without you." she would tell Alex. But he was set on becoming a monster hunter. The best monster hunter the world had ever seen.