Prologue: Cometh the Black Shroud
"Just a little closer." The hunter muttered under his breath.
He couldn't believe it, a three day stake out in its territory, and only just now was the party getting a chance at killing it. And now, the damn thing wasn't even going close enough to the bait to fall in the trap! He was really starting to get pissed about this. Here we have an extremely aggressive Diablos, already killed ten people in a week, yet the damn thing wasn't even brazen enough to just go for the meat!
"If he doesn't go for the bait," He whispered to the others, all of them huddled behind a large boulder," I'm gonna go out there and chop its damn head off myself!"
"Shhh! He's going for it..."his fellow hunter spoke.
Just then the Diablos took a cautious step toward the conveniently placed piece of meat before him. He slowly lowered his head to take the meat when...
WHAM! The metal rope tightened around his leg, pulling him off balance and slamming him hard onto the ground.
Then the hunters struck, charging in, attacking on all sides of the creature. One cut deep into its tail, quickly severing it and sending the Blos into a new wave of pain and further preventing it from regaining its footing.
The Blos struggled on the ground, feeling pain like it had never felt before in its long life. In a last ditch attempt to scare off its attackers, it let out a long, deafening screech.
The attackers immediately stopped...all except for one. The angry hunter walked up to its head, taking care to cover his ears with one hand and his shoulder. The Blos stopped screeching...its eyes widened in fear, as it saw the Great Sword falling towards its throat.
The hunters were ecstatic, this had to be one of the most well executed kills they had done in months, and now they had scales, spine bones, plates, bones, and two giant horns to show for it. Not to mention the large sums of Diablos meat that they were now feasting on under the moonlight.
"You see! I told you that patience would let us bring down that monster with ease; much better than just hacking at it!" he stated in an excited tone.
"I guess so...but it's just not as fun," stated the angry hunter. It bothered him, such a powerful beast, slain so easily, "he didn't even get a fighting chance."
"Who cares! As long as the wretched beast is dead!" shouted another hunter cheerfully.
Just then, a sudden burst of wind came over them, easily putting out the blazing fire they had burning. The wind blew for another few seconds then just stopped.
"What the hell...?" the angry man asked aloud.
Then another gust of wind came, stronger than the first, but it too died off quickly. Then another, and another, they just kept coming each one stronger than the last, and each one having less and less time between them, until it was like a hurricane, never letting up.
Then they saw it, a great figure in the sky, flying overhead...looking down at them. It became larger and larger, until it enveloped the sky from them. That was the last thing any of them saw: the great black wings of the legendary monster, blocking out even the stars...