"What do you want?" he snapped, hunched over the Book of Dragons. He was studying the pages, updating old information. His wrist was haphazardly bandaged from a fight with a monsterous nightmare.

There was this look in his eyes. Like he was slipping. He was getting crueler, more quick to kill. Even the meanest of the other hunters didn't want to hang out with him. His once shy presence had evolved into a confident, nearly sadistic boy. That's what it took to earn his father's love and the village's approval.