roars sounded off in the distance, calls and shrieks and clicks all from the domed off forest, the thick chain mail covering the entire forest rattled as a small, maybe 6ft long wyvern tried to fly out, only to shriek and hiss when it flew right into the chains and was shot down.

Price winced at the sight, but waited until the gates opened, tuning out the people running the entire thing as they explained safety rules and all that.

Draconian hunts had become a sport, of sorts. People like price would come in, pass a punch of tests, both written and practical before they could enter the ‘Wyvern den’ as it was called. People could hunt the beasts, using either lethal or non lethal rounds, price was using the latter. He wanted a dragon, or Wyvern, for his taskforce, thinking it could be a good asset to have on the field.

After around half an hour, the gates finally opened and price, along with twenty or so other people walked inside. Price stayed close to the fence, as others did until he was on his own, wandering through the forest, keeping a lookout for anything.

He kept his gun close, a sniper rifle loaded with tranquilizers that would make an elephant pass out in minutes.

He found a spot, hidden under a few rocks and leaves. He set up his gun, overlooking one of the few creeks in the forest. Everything needed to drink, after all.

He laid there for nearly an hour before he saw a Wyvern/dragon, probably the largest one he’d every seen, starting to approach the river to drink from it.. just a few more steps.. he thought, watching the beast as it started to drink.

Then prices shot rang out, hitting the wyvern/dragon right in the neck… the beast roared, but instead of being put unconscious, its head shot exactly to where price was hiding..