Fanfic:Monster Hunter Legends: Fates Legend

Monster Hunter Legends: Fates Legend

Author:Plexioth- xD

Date Started: 20/7/2010

Date Finished: Unfinished

Fates Legend – Prologue
The year 1, modern times, after the separation of Monsters and Humans.

People screamed in agony as flames burned through their flesh and seared their internal organs. The Black smoke was so thick that it suffocated all who came in contact with it. Sudden gusts of extreme wind tore down the castle wall. Castle Schrade has turned into a battleground. The annual passing of the massive legendary black dragon, the Fatalis, whose very name strikes fear into the bravest men's hearts, had been disturbed by the passing of an equally giant monster, the Lao-Shan Lung. These two elder dragons both fiercely territorial, were locked into mortal combat until a hunter by the name of Drake had slayed the Lao-Shan as to not disturb Fatalis' passing. Fatalis had been critically injured in the battle and with its nesting ground many miles away it began to look for a new home. Castle Schrade.

Drake, also the master of Castle Schrade, surveyed the destruction of Castle Schrade and cursed quietly. He had sent a messenger out to the Guild a week ago. The messenger returned saying that the Guild's reinforcements would take more than a week to arrive due to the distance away from any major outposts of Guild troops. Drake watched as ballista bolts ricochet off the Fatalis' steel like shell, cannons were equally ineffective. Drake was hoping that Fatalis would get near enough to their newly installed secret weapon, the "Dragonator", which could bring down monsters of giant proportions.

A fireball slammed into the castle wall next to Drake rousing him from his thoughts. He looked skyward and saw the Fatalis right on top of him. He dodged another fireball and bought his legendary katana, the "Knockout Dragonsword", forged newly from the Lao-Shan he had just killed out of its sheath. As soon as the Fatalis landed he bought his longsword in a long whirling arc and slashed the Fatalis' eye, blinding it. Angered and half- blind the Fatalis instantly went into rage and with a tail flick faster than any human eye could see, lifted Drake off his feet and slammed him into the castle ledge above him. Drake got up and winced. He'd broken two ribs at least. Wielding his longsword, Drake slashed at the Fatalis' legs repetitively until blood was flowing freely from the wound.

Crap" Drake said as the Fatalis turned on him. The Fatalis' wounds seemed to have no effect on it as it lifted drake up with a clawed talon and threw him into the wall opposite. Drake was barely conscious when he noticed that the operating mechanism for the Dragonator was beside him. Drake picked up the iron pickaxe next to the Dragonator and bashed the operating mechanism with it. "You're finished!" Drake shouted to the Fatalis' as its head turned to face Drake, putting its head in range of the Dragonator. A giant metal spike as long as Fatalis itself drove through Fatalis' head, killing it instantly. Barely registering his victory, Drake blacked out.

Fates Legend – Chapter 1
Drake was standing in the middle of the now ruined Castle Shrade. He looked up and saw the sky was an odd mix between purple, yellow and black.

"What the heck" Drake said as he saw many dark wyvern shadows flying away from the castle. He recognised Tigrex and Rathalos as the two prominent wyverns leading the group. Drake heard heavy breathing behind him and turned around to find another Fatalis staring right at him. However this Fatalis was different to the black Fatalis he had slayed. This one glowed a brilliant white and had red electrical charges flowing through its body. It flew up and dived towards Drake, passing straight through his body. "How the......" Drake exclaimed, confused.

"Hey, get up" a mysterious voice shouted.

Drake jolted out of his nightmare and reached for his throwing knife located in his belt when he realised his hands we tied down on a bed and his belt was missing.

"Couldn't have you accidently stabbing yourself while you were thrashing about" said the mysterious voice, almost jokingly.

"Who are you?" Drake asked, genuinely curious.

"You can call me Michael, I'm a healer" Michael said.

"Is that your real name?" Drake asked.

"That's for you to find out, hang on while I untie you." Michael said, sounding amused again.

Michael walked over to the bed and started untying Drake's arm and leg straps, carefully putting them into his backpack. Drake got a clearer view of the room he was in. It was dimly lit and there was no furniture except for the bed, a chair, that Michael had just sat down in and a shelf stacked with medicines and herbs. Michael was wearing a full set of Chameleos armor which made him blend in with the background. Drake also noticed his Knockout Dragonsword was leaning against the wall opposite. Michael went to the shelf and grabbed a medicine called "Diablos stomach juices".

"Here, drink this" Michael said.

"I'm not drinking that" Drake said disgusted.

"Fine, if you want to spend the next few hours in pain, don't drink it". Michael said, deadly serious.

"This is feral" Drake said.

"Just think of Kut-Ku steak, that always helps" Michael said grinning.

"Shut up" Drake growled, drinking the potion.

As soon as he drank it drake started retching, it was the worst thing he had ever drank. Michael was killing himself laughing, however the pain in Drakes ribs began to recede.

"You hurt yourself pretty badly, I nearly wasn't able to save you" Michael told him, seriously now.

"Thanks" Drake grunted, sounding like his usual self.

"You rest up now and in the morning you're free to go." Michael told him.

"I thought I was the one to give out orders" Drake said.

"Yeah," Michael said "but I don't work for you" With that on his mind Drake fell asleep, the hidden sleeping drugs in the Diablos stomach juices taking effect.

Drake woke up the next morning to find Michael wasn't there. It was then Drake noticed a dark pile of armor and a weapon he had never seen before on the floor next to his bed. The armor was black and foreboding and had spikes running along the spine. The weapon, a longsword by the looks of it also had the same design. It was then Michael walked into the room and noticed Drake staring at the pile of equipment.

"Hey, there all yours" Michael said "I took the liberty of forging the Fatalis armor and Legendary Fatalis Sickle for the Fatalis Warrior". Drake looked up at Michael, noticing something wasn't quite right.

"Umm... Where's my Knockout Dragonsword?" he asked.

"You won't need that anymore, not with the equipment you've got there" Michael said nodding to the equipment pile. "And trust me; Lao-Shan equipment does have funny side effects when training you to be the Fatalis Warrior".

"What did you just call me?" Drake asked, cynically.

Michael was grinning when he said it "The Fatalis Warrior, come with me."

Fates Legend – Chapter 2
Drake followed Michael out of the room and out into the castle courtyard, fully geared up in his brand new Fatalis equipment.

“You said you don’t work for me” Drake said “What do you mean by that and what’s this Fatalis Warrior business?”

“I don’t work for you because arrived at your castle late yesterday in pursuit of that Fatalis. I belong to a group of people called the “Dragon Slayers". We are a group devoted to wiping out all of the dangerous Elder Dragons now roaming free and there are none more dangerous than the Fatalis. That was the last surviving male Fatalis in existence but we know there is still a female Fatalis left and we are also led to believe that this one has a white colouring and also, that it has mated with the big boy you just killed a few days ago. We need to exterminate it and its eggs before they can get out and I was only healing your wounds cause your healer died in the battle and I know a thing or two about it” Michael told him “And in answer to your second question. I had just arrived to see your sword burst into flames and slice through a part of that Fatalis that is normally impenetrable by any weapon. You were half dead at the time and fighting for your life so it was only that the awakened those powers inside you. But that power is what’s called Fury, one of the three skills of the Fatalis Warrior. The other two are: One, Longevity or the ability to live up to five times a normal lifetime and two, Reaper or the ability to know the exact time of people’s deaths. Like yours in the year 211.”

“How could you possibly know that?” Drake asked

“Because I too am a Fatalis Warrior, I am also the leader of the Dragon Slayers. You are to train with me for the next 30 years and hone your skills but first we must kill the White Fatalis.”

“Oooo-kaaay” Drake said not buying it.

“You will see soon enough” Michael replied.

They were now in the market section of Castle Schrade. Michael was obviously leading Drake to the gate and out of castle grounds when one of the store owners called to him. “Lord Drake!” he called panicked.

“You’re Jake, aren’t you?” Drake said.

“Yes Lord” Jake replied anxiously.

“Tell me what’s happened” Drake said wearily.

“The Kut-Ku that you keep locked up for when the circus comes to town has been unlocked from its cage and it took a liking to Alphie’s drug store, eating all the demondrugs and armorskins he had. It’s running a riot at those Dragon Slayers camp out there” “Crap” Drake said “And I suppose I’ll be the one that has to kill it”

“My Dragon Slayers should take care of it. They’ll be enough to handle it.” Michael said, and then realising something started grinning “Let’s get some free Kut-Ku materials”.

Drake and Michael ran towards the gates of the castle, seeing trails of smoke rising from the general direction of the Slayers camp. They were stopped briefly by a gate guard, who, then realising that his Lord was in hurry, quickly let them through. As the pair sprinted out the gates they saw their quarry. A Yian Kut-Ku drugged up on demondrugs and armorskins was throwing fireballs everywhere and flailing around in a wild rage. Many of the Slayers tent had caught fire, hence the smoke trails.

Michael’s Dragon Slayers were locked in combat with the Kut-Ku. One was dead and another three were severely injured. One of the men still fighting noticed Michael and ran over, dodging a savage kick from the Kut-Ku on the way past. “Commander, our attacks aren’t working on it and it seems stronger than any Kut-Ku I’ve seen before” the man told Michael.

“That would be the demondrugs and armorskins” Michael said and then “All Dragon Slayers, back away... I’ll handle this”. Michael threw open the long coat he was wearing and produced a pair of dual blades from his hip. As Michael ran into the fray and all the Slayers backed away from the raging monster the man who had told Drake and Michael of the Kut-Ku’s strange strength felt a hand on the back of his shoulder.

“Is that my longsword” Drake asked as the man turned around.

“Well, I got it as a gift from Commander Michael yesterday”

“Did you now” Drake replied “Well I’m going to have to have a talk with your dear commander Michael when this is finished”.

Meanwhile Michael had his hands full with the drugged up Kut-Ku. Using demonization he could cut through quite easily but the monster was oblivious to the pain. Just then the Kut-K’s tail flicked around, sending him flying back a few meters. As Michael got up a hand was thrust in front of him.

“Leave this to me” Drake said drawing his Legendary Fatalis Sickle in one smooth motion. Michael nodded his head and took a pace back allowing Drake to fight. This will show me what he’s got Michael thought to himself.

Drake stepped forward. If I really am a Fatalis Warrior I should be able to do that thing again he thought. Drake grinned and charged at the expectant monster.

“Fury” he whispered and his sword burst out into a black flame.

Fates Legend – Chapter 3
The enhanced Kut-Ku charged at Drake and aimed a powerful kick at him. Drake sidestepped with ease and in return bought his Legendary Fatalis Sickle down in a vicious slash across the Bird-Wyvern’s beak. The Kut-Ku howled in pain as the black fire of Drake’s Fury seared the flesh and sinew around its beak and face. Both combatants then jumped back and readied themselves to attack again. Drake feinted to the right. The enhanced Kut-Ku, its brain fizzled by the amount of drugs it had taken, took the bait almost too easily. Drake’s Longsword danced in the early sunshine, moving almost quicker than the eye could see from the left hand feint into the right hand slice, a wisp of black fire trailing behind it. The magnificent blow opened a deep gash in the Kut-Ku’s chest, the black fire charring the wound.

Michael watched as Drake handled the Kut-Ku. Drake’s Fury attacks were dominating the battle. Very impressive Michael though, sheathing his Dual Blades. He defiantly has what it takes to be the next Fatalis Warrior. The Kut-Ku doubled over in pain as the black flames burned away in its wounds. And after one, final screech, if fell over, dead. Michael walked over to where Drake stood with his head bowed.

“That was excellent” Michael praised “I can see that already, without my teachings, you have almost mastered the Fury aspect of the Fatalis Warrior’s skills. All that on instinct!”

“Thanks” Drake grunted in reply.

“Hmm” Michael mused “yes I think it’ll be enough. I could defiantly use your help.

“Help for what?” questioned Drake.

“Bringing down the White Fatalis of course” Michael said, looking skyward. Drake followed his gaze for a moment then looked back at Michael, “Let’s do it he said”

Drake followed Michael silently into his tent on the outskirts of Castle Schrade, maybe an hour after the battle with the Kut-Ku, after the whole mess was cleaned up.

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet,” voiced Michael “An old friend of mine...” As they entered Michael’s tent a man got up from sitting crossed legged on the ground.

“You do realise there’s a chair to sit on” Michael scrutinised.

The man just shrugged and replied “Eh, it’s what I’m used to”

“Mmm... Michael mused “Anyway, Drake, this is the Guardian. You may have heard of him.” The pair shook hands.

“Yes, I’ve heard of him and his job. Its Yama season now... So why are you here?” Drake asked.

“Well yes, it is normally Yama season but the White Fatalis has now made the ancient Tower hunting ground its new home.”

“Oh” Drake gawked “Then we need to get the Tower pronto”

“Hold your horses” The Guardian replied “I have other information. That is, the White Fatalis seems to be sleeping a lot and it’s become quite lethargic.

“I can answer that one” Michael said “We know the Fatalis is in the process of hatching its eggs, right? So there’s your answer. It can’t do too much because all of its energy is being sucked up by the hatching of its eggs, which, by the way Drake takes a full month to complete”

“So now’s our perfect opportunity then” Drake said excitedly “We can take it down while it’s not at full strength!” Just then Drake noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye in the shadows at the very back of the tent. He made out the silhouette of a small human figure. Appearing casual he rested his hand on the hilt of his longsword. After a few more seconds of also ‘appearing’ to be in deep thought he swished his longsword around and pointed it at the dark figure.

“Show yourself, imposter!” Drake demanded.

“Oh put that down!” shouted the Guardian. “It’s just my apprentice. She’s a bit shy” He said and then turning to his hidden apprentice said in a more comforting tone “It’s all right Snow, you can come out now”

“What kinda name is Snow” Drake asked no one in particular.

MHL Timeline
Year 1 - Fates Legend

Year 171 - Rathalos Red

Year 173 - Requiem of Fire

Year 183 - Knights of the Tundra

Year 198 - The Tigrex Samurai

Year 208 - The Tigrex's Rage

Year 210 - The Grand Trio