A Day in the Life of a Monster Hunter.
“This should be the place,” Garrett would exclaim, “it looks like a Witch would live here.” Garrett put away his map and looked forward. An old, run down house would sit in front of him. It was painted black, and must’ve been built in the 1900s. The place was an antique, though Garrett couldn’t care less. Garrett kicked down the door, and drew his blade. The sword was silver, polished and had a silver wolf head engraved into the hilt. “This should be fun.” He exclaimed, his voice cold and lifeless.
The fight was long and hard, and at the end Garret was covered head to toe in blood and potions. Once the witch had died, the body evaporated into air. All that was left was a tiny glass container called a ‘Grief Seed.’ Garrett picked up the seed and pocketed it. “Reparto!” He chanted. Suddenly, the blood on his clothing disappeared and his suit looked brand new. Garrett pulled out his dusty old map again and started tramping to his home.
While Garrett was walking, he encountered many hostile creatures that were hungry for blood. Monster hunter blood. By the time Garrett was home, he was covered in different coloured bloods. His pockets were full of wolf pelts and he was already heading to his carving knife. He was going to make a fur bag, and he was going to cover it in animal blood for water proofing.
By the time he was finished, night was already dawning on the wooden shack. The woods sounded peaceful for once, if you don’t count the billions of crickets screaming their lungs out. Garrett new that this day had been a productive one. Garrett headed over to his bed, and slept.