Okay, first thing's first. If this is posted in the wrong place, mods, please remove this. I know the Transformers Fan Fic forum is for TRANSFORMERS fan fics, but still, it was the best place i could find fitting to put this in. Or should I not even post this on this website? Anyways, a friend of mind has requested a Monster Hunter fan fic for the game Monster Hunter and its continuities. I'm playing that game as well, so I thought, what the heck. Might as well cave in and do this while continuing my 'The Bludgeon of Vector Sigma' fan fic. Don't worry, I'm still doing that one, it's just that I'm focusing on this one a bit more, cuz my friend needs it real bad, and I might as well post this up for the world to see. Now, on to my fan fic : Chapter one The Trainee part 1 The sun peeked out of the horizon, slowly but surely rising up to occupy much space in the sky. As dawn slowly became over, the sun’s rays shone brightly, engulfing the world it looks upon. It shone, brighter than any gem, or any light. Brighter than any flames, or any torch. It was the most natural light source. The mightiest, brightest light source. Ever. It looked upon the planet Earth, its bright, gleaming smile unseen by the tiny, insignificant beings of the world. It made no sound as birds of the air whirled across the lit sky, chirping as they went. It made no sound when nothing on the planet seemed to appreciate its light. It made no sound, even when the beings howled and growled vigorously in each their own language when it gave drought upon the unappreciative world. It just rose from the sky at one direction, giving light, and left the sky at another, taking its light with it. Day after day was the same routine. It was ever silent, ever quiet. It made no sound. Clangs of steel were heard through the air. As morning broke, so did the sword of Jake Connor. Currently eighteen, Jake was a fine young man, with dark brown hair growing on the top of his head, and a tanned, slightly dark, skin tone. He was a muscular teenager, with the skills to prove it. Jake sighed as he looked at the fifth sword he broke that week. Instead of being in despair, he chuckled. Its blade had chipped off, and was now struck vertically into the ground. “Go get it,” said the man in front of him. That was Master Henry, Connor’s trainer and beloved uncle. He was an old man, around the age of fifty-five, and had moves like a thirty year old. Listening to his master’s orders, Jake jumped off of the log that he and Henry were practicing fighting on and grabbed the tip of the blade. “That’s the fifth one this week,” Henry said, with a hoarse tone to his voice. “You gonna’ learn or not?” “I can’t learn if you keep beating me in each fight, uncle,” Connor said, with humor in his voice. This time, Henry laughed out loud. “Do you know why I retired from being a hunter?” “Why? Cuz dad was the new craze?” “Nah!” he snorted. “It’s because I was forced into retirement by the most fearsome creature of all!” “What’s that?” “It was a wyvern,” Henry said. “Of course it was a wyvern,” Jake said, jumping back up onto the log. What was a wyvern you might ask? Well, wyverns were these big, horrible reptilian creatures with forelimbs that turned into wings through evolution, and hind legs that were so powerful, most wyverns ran around on them, while others preferred walking on all fours. A wyvern was a term to describe a group of species of animals, and wasn’t just one. “What type?” “It was the Rathalos,” Henry replied.