When I first heard of the Hunter I had thought that he was nothing more than a creature pretending to be a hero, killing the guilty without any justice. A monster that hides among the ponies that hunts down the guilty without any mercy, deceiving the innocent to believe that he’s a hero. I couldn’t stand hearing reports of the bodies of dead criminal, reading the letters from my ponies that pleads for his existence to be put behind bars, and imagining what motives that the Hunter had. A leader I am that the ponies sees our kind as. What would father think of us if he was ever here living among us, would he be disappointed?

I remember the day when father once ruled Equestria. father had always been an inspiration for me ever since I was brought into this world, but with the country, at peace with its neighboring kingdoms, I’m starting to say that father was no more than a monster, worse than what the Hunter had done. Thinking of father as a monster is heartbreaking to say because how he brought me into this world gave me lessons on ruling a kingdom with my sister, taught me how to fight, and fought for this land to protect our subjects and us. However, those wars centuries back were mostly father’s cause, he starts more than the other kingdoms had done wanting to show that ponies weren’t weak. father didn’t die in a battle, he didn’t return from the frozen north. The soldiers that were with him said that he just disappeared in front of their eyes as if he never existed.

History was changed, books were rewritten, tales of my father was forgotten, and the only beings that knew of his existence was Luna and me. I am not sure if the Hunter knows anything about father. He may be centuries old, or a few years, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting the Hunter to stop with these killings. Death is not the answer for everything, yet we are at war with an enemy that knows how to fight for centuries better than most of the soldiers that sworn to protect Equestria and its ponies.

“He’ll say no princess,” Crow repeated what he said, this was the fourth time I had to hear him say it. ‘You know that a man like that won’t join you because of gold, fame, honor, or for your ponies. He has a life as a free being, if you try to force him then you’ll be facing the griffins in Griff Glade. No, you will be facing the Griffin Empire for forcing one of the Empire’s citizens to fight for your battles.”

“Sir Crow, I wish not to force the Hunter to fight for my battles I want his help in this war Equestria has against the wolves near the Crystal Empire’s borders. Can you please tell me where he lives so I could speak with him. My subjects do not know of this war except for the Crystal Empire and those that I trust.” What I said made me regret telling the Mayor. His soft stare turned into a glare, he rose from his seat and set both his claws on his desk leaning forward a bit. One of the Dawnbreakers nearly retaliate with violence at the Mayor’s response, but thankfully he didn’t.

“Keeping a war a secret should never be hidden they should be known to the citizens so they could help any way they could, not hide it from them and take heavy casualties on the battlefield because they didn’t get enough supplies of food and weapons. Your citizens should know about this, but instead, you keep it behind their backs. What a childish mistake you made princess.” The mayor leaned back and stood on all fours, his eyes were still glaring daggers of disappointment. The same Daybreaker didn’t like the way the mayor spoke to me, he threatens the mayor that if he used that same tone that he would make him sorry. The mayor’s response was a chuckle and a shake of his head before he looked out his window.

I gave my guard a disappointed look causing the same Daybreaker ears to flatten on the side of his head. What the mayor had to say was true but letting my subjects know that there is a war between us and the wolves in the frozen north would cause a panic. Centuries of peace is what I wanted but the fate had another way of disrupting peace.

“Mayor, I know that you do not agree with my actions on asking the Hunter to help my ponies, and it’s wrong for me to hide keep the existence of war a secret to my ponies, but they would panic when they hear the news that we’re in a war. My subjects haven’t experienced war like how some others do, I never had any intention on causing hate and destruction I only wanted forever peace among my ponies so they don’t have to worry about hearing the news that something terrible happened to their love ones.” I walked around the mayor’s desk and stood by his side. We were both looking outside seeing his nieces, which I thought was his daughters, playing around in the backyard. “I wish for the Hunter’s help, his aid would save ponies lives. The creatures we fight tore through Luna’s and mine army as if they were nothing. Those creatures know their terrains and are suited for the cold winter they call home as for my ponies they’re not used to the cold they have to wear heavy winter coats just to stay warm. We’re struggling to keep them away from the Crystal Empire’s borders.”

I waited for the mayor’s response to hear what he now have to say after telling him. I know that asking the Hunter to help would cause a commotion among the guards and the soldiers fighting in the north, but it doesn’t matter that he murder guilty beings he is a valuable ally to have in this war. After what felt like five minutes the mayor looked up to me, his eyes still had that disappointed look on them.

“He lives in the forest, I’ll send word to have a hunter escort you to his house.” I didn’t let my excited look show, I kept my blank look, but this was good he finally told me where the Hunter was. “But I know he won’t help you, he’ll probably turn you down.”

‘I can convince him to help, no being can’t turn away from a ruler that request aid from them the feeling of guilt would convince them.’ I thanked the mayor and exited out the room, the Dawnguards followed close behind me doing what they have sworn to do. Mother’s may be answering my prayers giving me the chance to speak with him to finally see what he looks like.

Walking down the stairs I felt somepony, or a little griffin bumped into my leg. When I looked down I saw the same little griffins that I saw outside. The yellow one looked terrified that her little sister had accidentally run into me without looking. I heard on of my Dawnguards moved, but I stopped them with a raised hoof.

It’s been a while since I last had another species youngling run into me with guards being cautious. The feeling of being at ease was great to feel again, I can’t really remember when was the last time I felt this calm after the war had started. I patted the young griffin’s head, causing her to giggle, before walking past her.

Near the entrance doors stood a griffin armed with a long rifle and a flintlock pistol. He was eying one of my guards poking at them slightly trying to agitate one of them, but he didn’t have much success in doing so. When he heard me approached he turned his head in my direction. The griffin had no reaction to me, he just gave me a blank stare as if he was not really surprised to see me.

“Are you ready to go princess? I’m ready to go and get this job as a babysitting done,” He said sounding a bit annoyed. I nodded my head before standing beside the griffin. “Then let us not waste any more time.”

The walked through the forest was something I did not use to, it was nothing like the Everfree Forest in Equestria the creatures that lurked here kept themselves away from us, watching from where they hide. I can’t really shake off the feeling of being watched during the walk, it felt like something was close and it was breathing down my neck but every time I looked around nothing was there other than a few falling leaves. I wasn’t sure if the forest had the same magic that the Everfree did, but I can say that both have different creatures living within.

The guide that leads us through the forest wasn’t much of a talker. He stayed silent for the entire walk in the forest not minding the bushes near us moving or the branches above us shaking, he doesn’t seem to care about having a word with me or the Dawnguards around. The griffin must know something about the Hunter or the forest we were walking through.

I tried to have a simple conversation with the griffin asking him about the forest before the Hunter, but he didn’t respond. Gaining knowledge of what the Forest it was a lost, and what the Hunter is was also another. I had nothing to go with about the Hunter other than what my sister had described him of his appearance.

The Dawnguard thought I wasn’t listening to them during our walk through the forest. I managed to hear what they were saying but it was mostly of the Hunter and the griffins how they all act the same, I would have stopped the Dawnguards from saying anymore but if I were to do that then they would never whispering to each other around me. I pray that my time here wouldn’t be a waste.

When we arrived at the Hunter’s house I was expecting it to be a cabin but instead, it was a small mansion. How could the Hunter be able to afford a mansion, and all else why would it be in a forest? I can’t sense any magic around her as if something was blocking it out, was there some type of magic jammer?

“Here is where the Hunter lives,” The griffin said as he turned back. “Now you know where he lives I highly don’t you need me.”

With that, the griffin left us. I know that griffins don’t respect us, except for the King, because we’re not their rulers nor are we a griffin but this is just rude to leave a ruler from another kingdom like that. Griffins have changed so much after they lost their kingdom idol, the golden statue was the only thing that made them nice to outsiders but after it being stolen it made them a bit anti-social with other species. I never that had happened to them or else I would have sent help to assist in the search.

“Is this really the place he lives? I expected it to be more of a woods pony only living in a cabin,” One of the Dawnguards said sounding surprised. To be honest I never thought the Hunter would live in a house like this but I guess you can’t judge them by their names.

“A creature like him should be living in a cave than a mansion,” Another one said sounding displease on that fact that the Hunter lives in a cozy home that many would be jealous of. The others around agreed with him.

Silently I sighed to myself knowing that I had the same thought as them, but after the meeting with the griffin king, I can say that I can’t hate the Hunter for who he is. I knocked on the door and stepped back. Nothing had happened after waiting for a few minutes, there was no sound on the other side of the door, none of the windows’ curtains moved, and the door was locked. The whole place gives off a strange feeling that nothing was supposed to be here but the Hunter lives here, right?

I shook off the strange feeling and started looking around. There had to be something around that I haven’t noticed, something that can help me know if the Hunter is here.

Cazador POV

Black blood runs through my veins like poison. No matter how many times I try to ignore the fact that I’m cursed it would always remind me of my mistake of being so careless thinking that the Wendigo wouldn’t be faster than an infected cheetah. Usually, they’re not that fast but I can’t say anything about it. I must focus on the present and find a good tailor that’ll make Cynder a good pair of clothes than forcing her to wear a blanket as a dress. Women I still can’t understand them nor do I ever want to.

Those times I spent with my fellow hunters enjoying each others company as we relax by the fire and tell false stories of what we made up. I missed those days where I don’t have to worry about the black blood, but I can’t go back not because they’ll kill me because now I’m stuck here. What would they think of me now knowing that I’m a cursed one and the medallion is what kept Wyndbain and me normal? Knowing Gehrman I would probably be dead right now lying in my own cursed blood seeing him looking down at me with pity.

“Cazador!? Hello!?” I blinked a bit as Cynder waved her claw in front of my face. She doesn’t seem so happy now that we’re back in the town looking for a tailor to make some clothes for her.

“Yes?” I bluntly said not caring if Cynder gives me the death stare.

“How long will we take to find a tailor?” She whined sounding like a child being bored with the same toys she plays with. I sighed and shook my head. Looking at Cynder I can tell that she’s quickly growing bored of wandering the streets.

“I don’t know probably longer if you don’t stop whining like a spoiled child.” Cynder’s cheeks puffed up a bit as she looked away pouting from how I called her a spoiled child. She muttered something under her breath that I couldn’t understand or couldn’t hear clearly.

We walked through the town’s street market hoping to find a tailor out here that would do a custom order that’s within my price range. The griffins and other creatures around weren’t afraid of a dragon, a cursed hunter, and a cursed wolf walking their town’s street, it made it a lot easier than taking alternative paths that don’t involve being seen by the ponies. I don’t have to worry about guards wanting me behind bars, ponies wanting to see me, and an awkward conversation with the ones I saved. Everyone here didn’t care who I was or what I am which I am glad to know that no one in the Griffon Empire doesn’t see me as a hero to its citizens, they just see me as another creature living among them.

I kept myself close to Wyndbain, so that I don’t lose him in the crowd of griffins and animals. Exotic creatures are actually captured by trappers and hunters, but I wasn’t sure if Wyndbain’s kin live in this world as an animal, not as an intelligent creature like the cows and diamond hounds. There was never a time when we ever encountered another hunter in Equestria; however, this place is one of the eight places I know on the map of the Empire that has hunters and trappers within its walls. I always kept myself armed no matter what the condition it is I would always have one firearm with me at all times.

Turning around the corner Cynder bumped into me when someone pushed. I didn’t get the chance to see who did it but I did manage to catch Cynder without touching her injured wing. Cynder, who was in my arms, looked up at me her scaly cheeks turned a bright shade of pink before she began to panic flaring her arms like a child.

“Put me down! Put me down!” She yelled, well demanded actually, as she tried to use her feet, or is it paws, to pull herself out of my grasp. I shook my head thinking about how I’m supposed to train her if she keeps on acting like a child.

I slightly pushed Cynder up to her feet and looked down at Wyndbain to see him staring up at me with a raised eyebrow. He looked at over at Cynder then up at me.

‘Making a move on the dragoness already Cazador, what would she think if she knew that you were hitting on her? Would she be one of those types of girls to instantly fall in love with you?’ I slightly swiped my foot under Wyndbain’s forelegs causing the wolf to fall face first in the dirt. The griffins that we walking by paid little attention to us as they walked by, but the little ones giggled as they followed their family.

Ignoring Wyndbain’s threats of payback I looked over at Cynder’s direction. The dragoness was already gone and I didn’t even hear her because of the noisy crowd around us. Where could a dragoness like her have gone I know nothing about her only the fact that she acts like a child and is a dragon? I looked around the sea of griffins searching for a five-foot dragon that stands out of the crowd easily as I do.

FInding the dragoness was easier than finding a mimic hiding among a group of people. The second I looked back I spotted Cynder staring at a platter full of breadsticks. She didn’t take her eyes off the plate when I called out her name or when I stood by her. The bread gave off a sweet aroma, I could say that they’re some type of sweet bread made by a skilled baker.

The dragoness seemed to be in a trance of some sort, but was it caused by the bread? Sure the bread smell sweet and the prices on the breadsticks were four for two breadsticks. Prices in the Griffin Empire were doubled than the regular prices in Equestria. The reason why the prices were double was that of their mines running low or something like that.

“Hungry Cynder?” I asked, but this time I shook her shoulder to gain her attention since yelling out her name before didn’t break her out of the trance she was in.

“Hmmm? What?” Cynder said confused about what I said or didn’t hear what I said, it was one or the other. I repeated what I said causing the dragoness’ eyes to sparkle and look down at the breadsticks, I could see a bit of drool flowing out of the corner of her mouth. Seeing how she’s so interested in these treats I bought a bag of twelve and kept them close.

We continued on with the search for a tailor, but with Cynder pestering me about the breadsticks. I knew she would be wanting to ask for them during the entire search, however, I didn’t buy these just to give them to her for doing nothing no I was planning on using these as a way to motivate her. It’s like when a child asks for a cookie but they never touched their vegetables, so in order to get the child to eat the vegetables would be holding the cookie as a reward for eating his vegetables. This whole idea of reward may seem like I was treating her as a dog, but don’t get the wrong idea I wanted her to remember that what she does good she will be rewarded.

I don’t know how long time has passed during our search for a simple tailor, the streets markets were becoming less populated and the merchants around were closing shop for today. Cynder had stopped asking for me about the breadsticks a while back, and for that, I rewarded her with a breadstick. I never thought I get the chance to see a dragon or dragoness to happily nibble on her breadstick as if it were a piece of jerky. Still, don’t know the reason why she follows me, but I don’t really care as she made it clear that she wants to become a hunter and I was her trainer.

“What do you mean that you can’t sew up a pair of pants out of cloth? I came here to get four simple requests that wouldn’t take much time out of your claws and you’re telling me that you can’t make a pair of pants just because of the material is cloth? What can of excuse is that?” One that pretty much wanted to get you away from the shop so they could continue with their business. The griffin kept her straight face not showing a single sign of discomfort.

“Sir, like I said I can’t sew you a pair of ‘pants’ because cloth isn’t the best materials to use. It’s easy to rip and to have a dragon wear one would be treating her as a slave. I’m sorry, but I can’t take that order.” How could someone think that a dragon wearing regular clothes made out of cloth to be seen as a slave, why would anyone think of that? We spent nearly the whole afternoon on finding a tailor only to be turned down just by the request itself for wanting cloth clothes, but no the tailor won’t take in a custom order because of species thing something like that.

I can’t say that I haven’t anything stupider than that, but I witness stupid and this doesn’t even deserve to be written on a list of stupidity I’ve seen. Why can’t I at least have someone that’s wearing clothes that covers more than the top half of their body?

“What if I gather some materials for you,” I said catching the griffin’s interest, “something like a wolf pelt or a dire ursa’s grey fur. Then would you be able to take my request then?”

The griffin rubbed her beak, under it like rubbing your chin, and looked over at Cynder, who was petting Wyndbain. She then looked up at me with a smirk on her lips.

“If you can hunt me six wolves or four dire ursas then I’ll be able to make more than one single pair of clothing.under the right price of course.” I nodded my head now knowing that number of pelts I needed to get the custom order. Hunting the wolves up here would be like hunting an omega werewolf and the dire ursas would be like tiny versions of the ursa major, which silver and physical objects barely scratch its hide only magic or enchanted weapons can pierce through its hide. I never got a chance to hunt one down because how using arcane, or magic, feels like it’s taking the fun out of hunting; the point of hunting is to work for it and learn from your prey, not the opposite!

Turning around I patted my side for Cynder and Wyndbain to follow then exited out the store. This entire afternoon has been one wasteful time of searching for a tailor in the street market than looking for an actual store, I wanted to find a tailor faster with no excuse but didn’t get that wish. Now I had to go back to the forest and hunt, but I can see the good side on this because how I could help train Cynder at the same time gather to collect the pelts.

Back on walking through the streets, Cynder kept on asking me of what the purpose of training her as a hunter. She may only think that hunters in this world are just what you expect hunting safe-ish games, but for my world’s hunter we hunted down a monster and corrupted souls of that were unfortunate to be tainted with the black blood. I gave her a safe answer of what hunters do, the “child” version. That barely did anything to tell the difference between this world hunter and mine, Cynder was still confused on what was different again. This time I gave her the most common way of saying it in my world that we kill everything that’s curse even intelligent beings that have lost control of their bodies. That done the trick on telling the difference, but also scared Cynder a bit about the monsters we face. Thinking about it now just makes me wish I was still back on my world without worry of the black blood within me.

Cynder POV

We’re back in the forest after the whole hour of walking through the town to here in the forest that surrounds the town. I thought I wouldn’t have to do so much walking after we found a tailor to take a custom order but no the griffin had to deny Cazador to make me a pair of cloth clothing. We searched for one only to be turned down at first, but then Cazador managed to make a deal with the griffin by gathering some pelts from wolves or hides from a dire ursa. All this walking was starting to hurt my paws.

I thought at first during our walk that I should know what the hunters were and why do I have to be trained by him to become a hunter. From what I’ve heard from Cazador, his type of hunters were monster slayers that kill anything that is cursed by black blood, now I don’t know what is the curse of this black blood but from the name of it, I can imagine the blood to actually look black. I can’t really imagine killing a family just because they are cursed with the black blood. Will I be able to really kill someone that hadn’t done anything just because they have black blood?

There was a question I wanted to ask Cazador about, but I was afraid that he would mad if I ever asked him about who was the first hunter and why was he known to be the true hunter. I could have asked him if I could read the book he had in his bag during our time on the airship so that ask him that. I should have asked instead of reading the book without his permission.

“Hey, Cazador, how did you get Wyndbain, and what is he?” I may not be able to ask him about the first hunter, but I was able to ask him about Wyndbain.

“Wyndbain is a wolf that Gehrman gave me when I finally learned how the animals out in the wild acts like. The old wolf wasn’t this big when I got him, hell he was smaller than what he looks now than before. He was a little brat back then, I had to make sure that he didn’t piss in the house while I slept and keep him near me whenever I tried to show him how to hunt.” I was beginning to be interested in Wyndbain since now I know that the first hunter gave Cazador the puppy wolf. Sure Wyndbain may be an unintelligent animal that I mostly see around the volcano, but he acts like one from how well he listens and how he doesn’t usually bark to get Cazador’s attention as if Cazador already knew what he was thinking.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Wyndbain glaring up at Cazador as if it was personal to him and embarrassing to have it mention to someone. Does Wyndbain actually have a mind of his own knowing what Cazador was saying the entire time? And if so then does that mean Wyndbain could take care of himself and think like us?

“Oh, is this how you showed him how to hunt?” I bluntly asked not thinking an actual question to ask him of.

“Yeah, well yours is going to be different because how you are already standing on two legs, have hands, and could learn how to shoot a gun than wielding a sword. However since your wing is still healing and the predators we’re hunter are different than Equestria’s, Wyndbain and I are gonna be the ones hunting them down. As for you…” Cazador suddenly stopped, nearly causing me to bump into him, and looked up at the sky. “You’re just gonna be hiding for most of the time. Predator would go for easy kills than doing hard work to waste more of their energy.”

“So you’re gonna do all the work while I hide like a pony, no I want to be a part of this Cazador.” I know talking back to someone who’s going to train you was a worse thing to do, but I want to prove that I am no coward and even with an injured wing I can still fight. “If I can’t prove to you that even when I’m in the weak state that I can’t fight. I don’t want to be those little bitch ponies that just hides from danger and use their princess to fight for them. My race is the dragon race and we don’t back down until we draw out last breath.”

I waited for Cazador to say something, but nothing came out of his only a sigh and a shake of his head. He mumbled something that I couldn’t understand. Wyndbain just looked up at Cazador before looking at me.

“Here..” Cazador tossed something me, which surprised me at first. The thing he tossed me was the same thing I saw him used against the other dragons. I barely managed to catch the thing before it could bounce out of my hand. “You need to learn how to shoot a gun than trusting your claws. A hunter must know how to use a ranged weapon, a close-range weapon won’t do any good if their prey is far from them. That will be your first training.”

To be honest, I was afraid of using the gun I didn’t know how to fire this or how to handle it correctly, but thankfully Cazador showed me how to hold the gun properly. Even though I couldn’t feel Cazador’s hands without the gloves I enjoyed the time how he taught me how to fire the gun, hold it correctly, and the warning of the kick it has. If dragons were to create such devastating weapons that Cazador has then no one would be safe from the dragon race.

We started out small by tracking down the wolves, the pawprint they made were similar to an alpha diamond dog, however, they were bigger. The trail we followed led to an abandon trail weapon that seen better days before it fell apart, on the wood, there were claw marks bigger than my claws. Cazador talked me through on what to expect when seeing claw marks around certain areas it either meant that the creature marked their territory or it’s a warning for other kin to be wary of the area for other predators. I can’t truly understand how Cazador could easily know which tracks to belongs to which animals, he makes it all seem so.

My wing was killing me from the lack of movement in it, the damn thing was starting to stiffen up as if my wing was replaced with a metal bar. I wasn’t sure how long it will take for my wing to heal. Walking around was becoming a bothersome to my paws as some of the times I would step on a sharp stick or a thorn.

I don’t know what my family would think of me now since I’ve left home without them knowing. My father would be furious if he were to learn of the reason why I left them, he would kill Cazador. Mother would be curious like the fucking dragoness she was, I wouldn’t hear the end of it from her if she ever finds me. I don’t know what my sisters would think, I never cared for them when they left the family.

Being a hunter I thought was going to be easy but from what I was witnessing Cazador doing I thought wrong. The way that Cazador tracks down the wolves without a problem made me felt like I wasn’t going to be able to become a hunter, to know Cazador more than just the book then that’s about him. That feeling of regret was something I didn’t expect myself to feel like that when training with Cazador.

‘What were you thinking Cynder!? Did you honestly think that it would be that simple to just become a hunter and be trained by Cazador that wanted you to leave!? Why? Why must I be so blunt and not care about the consequences!?’ I knew whining in my head won’t give me any answers and doubting myself was making it worse.

“Cynder.” I shook my head of the bad thoughts and looked down at Cazador. He had his arms crossed with his rifle between his chest and his arms.

“Yes?” Cazador shook his head before pointing his finger to my left. When I turned my head in that direction my eyes widen from seeing a bigger diamond dog that had dark gray fur covering its entire body with markings on its arms. I’ve never seen anything that looked so terrifying, like a monster in a dragonling fairy tales.

“It’s time for you to take a shot.” My blood froze as I heard him say that. I looked at him with wide eyes not believing that I would have to shoot the gun now than shooting it later where I could learn more how to aim, but Cazador made me take aim. My claws were shaking a bit, it’s not because of the weight it has no it was because how I am afraid how the gun would recoil back and smack me in the muzzle.

Thankfully Cazador wasn’t a heartless being. He set down his rifle up against a tree and walked around me. I can’t really believe it at first when I felt his body pressed up against mine, his chest rubbing my scaley back as his hands hold onto my arms. This was the first time I’ve ever had someone that’s a male press up so close to my back that I had to move my tail just so he could stand close behind me. My face felt like I had hot burning coal pressed up against my cheeks, I thought to fire the gun was what was causing me to continue to shake now, but no it was Cazador.

“Cynder, I want you to follow my instructions…” How could I follow his instruction if I am shaking like a pony, I couldn’t really get a grip on myself. “Take a deep breath in, and relax your mind. Focus on the predator and see it as your prey…” I followed both of his instruction. When I breathed in through my maw I felt like a weight of something was lifted off my shoulder, and when I focused on the predator and thought of it as nothing more as a prey I felt my body stop shaking. “The hunt is all that matters, distractions must be ignored. A hunter must be the apex predator that all creatures should fear.”

I never thought of myself as an apex predator being feared by everything. The dragon race may seem to most fear, but they’re not the dragons are afraid of another species that can take down a guardian. To think of myself in the top food chain would be like a child’s dream.

With my mind set on the prey, I squeeze the trigger. The event was fast, the wolf that was standing around went down as if it just died by poison. My ears ring from how loud the gun was like last time when Cazador fire this into a dragon’s leg.

I felt Cazador’s hands lift off of my arms letting them down to my sides. I couldn’t say a word on how it felt to fire a gun, how it was to kill something that was new to you. If I had a book filled with a different definition of amazing then I would say every word in that book.

Looking down at the gun I lift my claw up and squeeze the handle. Now I felt like I could actually be a hunter to know more about Cazador and to be his friend than just be a dragoness that owes a creature a debt for saying her. I ran my other claw over the barrel feeling the cool metal against my scales.

Doubts are just something I have to ignore. If I continue to do this ignore my doubts and be the hunter that Cazador want then I can do it. I can be that hunter!

Author's Note

Sorry everyone for the long days of waiting for another chapter to come out. I've been busy with life choices on my end, but with summer out and some time on my hands, I can expect myself making more chapters easier than feeling rushed.