You were at the top of your game. Your name mentioned at every dining table, and stories of your heroic hunts almost weaved into song by the travelers that bring shipment back and forth to the humble town of Zerethria.
No monster nor foe has ever given you more than you can handle; you seem to treat it like a sport, and the town loved you for it—for you carried out their traditions; monsters are not to be feared.
Your town has heard of places like Astera that capture their monsters, study them, nurse them back to health and set into the wild. That they only hunt to bring balance to the ecosystem. You were raised in a tradition that scoffs at this foolish kindness—for it is a sign of weakness to give in to the monsters' rule.
And one day, fate would make you believe otherwise.
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I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this, but do let me know!
Also would you want a first person or third person pov? (If ever I get to continue this)
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Her Heart Asunder | Monster Hunter World fanfic |
FanfictionLittle did she know that the King of the Skies would also be the king of her heart. Disclaimer: I'm not that knowledgeable about the MH lore, and I will insert some headcanons into the story. I just want to see how far this idea can go... :P Sorry...
