User blog:Wyvern Queen Kym/MH3 Lessons Part 1.

Before we begin: This fanfic mixes elements of other things, like modern fantasy. It also comes with my general idea that many of my fanfics seem to carry- the fact that hunters and wyverns can live and work together.

 Preface 

Every day can be a good day, but none are in the fields of the kingdom of Zharis. Many a hunter has tried and failed to resolve the issues the prince has had, but few have even had the slightest hint of luck in this endeavor. Ever since the king has fallen ill, the surrounding areas have turned into mass chaos and hysteria. Wyverns—hundreds among thousands—have appeared in the fields where there were once few. Food has been ravaged, livestock been eaten. The royal knights have all but succeeded in slaying, and the same goes for hunters. However, where our story begins, a huntress is about to get a calling card she never saw coming in her life…

 

 Chapter 1 

“Agh, god darn it…Fatalis help me, I’m having problems here…” She had studied this book several times over, trying to find an answer in the royal library to this crisis that had befallen their lovely kingdom. A normal hunter—huntress, actually—using books to solve problems. Well, I suppose this girl never actually tried to use brute force to begin with. After all, Zaria had always captured any wyvern she had ever met, befriending them to work at her ranch. She understood that wyverns could live together with humans in peace…too bad nobody in the kingdom understood her logic behind such an irrational idea. Zaria hid secrets that the rest of kingdom didn’t know about, though; her family was dead, and she hid her secrets behind a mask. A black cloth mask, which covered her mouth and nose, jutted out peculiarly. People were drawn away from the strange cloth by the orange and silver pair of eyes she possessed, which were currently plastered to a book on Zharis Myths and Legends.

“This book is useless! I took weeks to decode the meaning of the ancient language, and there is nothing in here to help me figure out what in Alatreon’s name is going on right now!” She slammed her fist down on the table, using her free hand to smooth out her long, pointed ears which were trying to curl again. She stood up from her desk, sighing heavily. “Even with years of knowledge and experience, I have no clue why there’s this sudden population boom…at this rate, we can’t live here much longer.”

Zaria wrapped her black cloak around her person, pulling up the hood as she began her walk towards the door. “Excuse me, madam!” The tiny voice stopped the elf in her tracks, taking a quick glance around to notice a small, armored Melynx on the ground, staring up at her. “I have a message for you…I don’t know who, exactly, but I was informed you would be here to receive it.”

“But I didn’t ask for—“ She didn’t get much say in the matter, the Melynx putting down the package on the ground before digging the ground, revealing the trapdoor and leaving through the mail delivery system. She was a bit flabbergasted; nobody, and I mean nobody, ever wanted to be near her! Who could of possibly sent her a package of any sort? It made no sense to her at all. A lone huntress on her own with her own separate ideals about life…getting a package out of thin air with no notice whatsoever…it seemed kind of off to her.

A soft, gentle touch pulled at the ribbons on the package, unfurling it. Inside the wrappings was a leather-covered book…or at least, it appeared to be leather. On top of the book was a note, which she promptly began to read.  Zaria  Losephene, 

' I have been watching you and your attempts at unscrambling this mess for quite some time now. I have studied your…unique way of life and looking at things. I have a feeling that you shall have use come from this tome which I have sent to you. I also implore you to decide to join the Royal Legion... in fact, by the time you are done reading this note and trying to figure out who sent it, you will be greeted by the captain who I have informed of your progress and potential as a privileged lady knight. If you ever need any help, just pray to the gods and I shall see what I can come up with. After all, the Melynx have gotten quite fast at their deliveries by now. '

 Signed,                        

' A friend. '  

Zaria was…puzzled, to say the least. Who had sent her this book, and why did they want her in the Royal Legion? She didn’t understand much of any of this, and as she bent down to pick up the book, she saw two feet in front of her. “So YOU are Zaria, huh? You’re a sight for sore eyes, you know that?”

Zaria sighed, eyes beginning to close as she rose up with the book in hand. ''I suppose I did pray to you, Fatalis. Maybe whatever is happening, I’ll be able to find that answer here in the Legion.''