You lived in a northern Village known as Pearlhill. It's located deep in the mountains where the weather is rough and cold. It was also surrounded by monsters. However, that made it all the more special. Hunters from around the world came to hunt monsters you could only find in the area, gaining riches and recognition from those who were comfortable and wealthy down in the South. Hunting was competitive and one of the only ways people who came from little could rise up. The best of the best have become warriors for the Kingdom, rewarded for keeping the people safe from monsters and enemy kingdoms alike. It didn't matter where you came from, if you could fight, you'd fight.

You weren't a hunter, you had just lived here your entire life here. Your father was Pearlhill's Lord, which for the small town didn't mean a great deal.

You weren't some Lord's child who stayed in the comfort of the Manor, no, this was your village and you helped out where you could. Thousands of Hunters passed through, but only a few lived here.

You were in a hurry, having promised to help out a friend but running a bit late. So, while passing by one of the Inns you accidentally bumped into someone while passing the corner.

She was definitely a hunter, not one you'd seen before. Young, around your age, probably new to the job. She was also gorgeous, but you'd keep that to yourself.