The high sun had already started its downward travels, as a normaly busy Urbanius began slowing its pace. Kyle carried his mentor's carves, a varied collection of parts from the rock-wyvern gravios, including a large part of his wing, and some of his tough skin, fused with valued minerals. Kyle, still young, struggled to carry the heavy boulder-like body parts. He almost wished he hadn't taking this apprenticeship so readily. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate his teacher, but he could have had a chance to work with his father.
Days after he left Pokke to Urbanius on his training, he recieved word that his father had joined the trade. Already a blossoming monster hunter, Kyle stayed with Mike, who already had became somewhat of a mentor. Kyle mostly just carried his luggage, but he'd managed to kill some smaller game, such as velociprey, and bullfango.
His caddy like chores usualy bored him to the point of depression. Today however, nothing could upset him. He had recieved a letter from his father, who had just purchased a house in Urbanius. Even better, was the fact that Mike lived close to this new house, and had already given him permission to stay with his parents.
After arriving at Mike's house, the sun had began to set, and another day was crossed of on Kyle's calendar. Kyle then went to wash the blood out of his clothes, and prepared to let sweet dreams of his homecoming visit him.
Katamar arose from his slumber, to an empty house. Once again his wife had beaten him to consiousness. Katamar was just glad to have a good night's rest. Although he sill had the nightmares, Katamar had grown more accustomed to them the more he hunted. Eventualy he didn't mind them at all, it was like dreams didn't exist for him anymore.
"All our bags are packed, I think we'll make it to Urbanius by tomarrow. The day after at the latest." said his beautiful, smiling wife. No matter how cold Katamar became, that smile always managed to melt him.
More important to him today though, was his son. Katamar got letters from Mike often, telling of his student's bravery, and dedication. In the past, these were things Katamar never understood, but knew the importance of them anyways. Now a quickly rising monster hunter himself, Katamar was even more proud of his son, who far surpased himself in courage.
"I'm off to finish the payment!" Katamar hollered to Kait, who was feeding Edgar. "I'll be back withing the hour."
Katamar reached for his door handle, when he heard three knocks. He opened the door to see two hunters.
"Good'ay, fellas. Can I help you?" he asked.
"We've heard of your skills at killing wyverns, we'd like you to come with us." said the smaller hunter.
"Oh, I see. Ya'll are a bit late. I just bought a house in Urbanius, and I plan on dropping hunting altogether." replied the almost flattered Katamar. "I appreciate your visit, but I gotta lot of work to do today, and my wife wouldn't appreciate it if I just up and left with you folks."
"I think she'd prefer it, actually."
Katamar spun around to see a man in knight-like armor, standing in front of an open window, and holding an unconcious Kait in his arms.
"Why you..." Katamar trailed of. He rolled up his sleeve, and took a step forward when he was grabbed by two hands, one on each shoulder. They spun him around, and he was met by another hand in the shape of a fist, which made painful contact with his face. Katamar hit the ground, but not for long. From his lowered position, he rammed his shoulder into the larger hunter's gut, all the while rising to his feet. The effect sent the larger hunter fumbling backwards, untill his bulky body landed on its back.
Clanging away at Katamar's old sword, 'shark', Trevor attempted to improve it. Katamar announced his retirement, and gave the blade back to him, along with some useful fangs he could use to make it more deadly.
"Beautiful!" he sighed, looking at his new blade, which he instantly named 'dragon'.
Trevor's admiration of the katana was cut short, as he heard what sounded like his pal shouting in rage. Trevor grabbed the nearest object, other than the precious sword, and darted out of his shop.
Two more hands, this time metalic, grabbed his shoulder. Katamar couldn't free himself, and the smaller hunter slowly made his way towards him. The man smirked, then raised his fist.
CLANG!!!
The small hunter hit the floor, as Trevor stood over him, a dull fire-poker in his hands.
"Behind you Trev-" Katamar was cut of as the metalic hands slammed him to the ground.
Trevor turned around in an instant, and in one fluid motion sent the larger hunter back on the ground.
"Get Kait." Katamar mumbled, trying to regain the wind that was knocked out of him.
Katamar couldn't see if his blacksmith buddy had heard the message, or even if he'd seen the recovering larger hunter. Instead, he saw a large metal boot come towards his face, then... nothing...
Two days later, Kyle paced impatiently on his parents new porch. They should have been there, he constantly thought. Were they in trouble? What could have possibly happened on their way here?
"Kyle! Bad knews!" shouted a large man, with an even large sword strapped to his back. It was Mike, and he didn't look terribly joyful.
"Is it my parents? What happened?"
"I don't know about your parents, but I have just been told that hunters within the city limits are being recruited to join the militia." explained Mike. "As a hunter, I am obligated to register."
"But, I need you. What if my parents are in trouble? How would I get to them?"
"Relax, you have the choice. You're to young be a registered hunter, so joining the militia is optional for you." replied Mike.
Faced with a dilemna, Kyle went back to pacing. He could join the militia and serve his town, and his mentor, or... he could try and find his parents. He remembered everything he'd been taught. He remembered reading a letter from his father telling about how much Mike bragged on him. "Bravery, and dedication" were the words. Dedication. The word echoed threw Kyle's mind. The echoes started turning into synonyms. Kyle picked one out. Loyalty. That was what it came down to.
"Were can I register?" said solemn Kyle, suddenly less childish. It was a rash move he thought, but he knew Katamar would be more proud of this than a futile search and rescue.