Fanfic:The Deepest Storm

Arien could not help but sympathize with the lagiacrus who had been thoroughly entangled in the culling net, and was writhing dementedly along a swathe of the beach. The creature could not figure out that the more it struggled the tighter the dragonite fibres of the netting closed along it's body, and that it would eventually suffocate to it's own defiance. The brilliant green netting cut into it's lustrous blue plates which were turning pink from exposure to the sun, it was as if the poor animal was being cooked alive. Around Arien are eight other cullers, they are clad in slippery blue wet suits, the likes of which he is also wearing. They hold their mettallic gray spears at length from their body, a gesture of fear, as if the beached lagiacrus could harm them in any way. They were only capable of fear, taught from a young age to fear the natural world, doctrinated that all creatures were evil mindless beings, who were born for the sole reason of being exploited for monetary gain, and Arien agreed, he did not know any better for it was how he was educated from a young age. He did not know about the time before his generation or his father's generation, a time when men and monsters fought against eachother as equals.It was a time when a monster's claws were tested against the steel of human innovation. However those times were put to sleep by shadowy figures and the memories of that time wiped from archival records. Only elder dragons know that hunters used to exist.

It was sun down when the lagiacrus stopped struggling. Its pink bleached plates were burnt to crisps by the many hours of exposure to the sun, and peeled off easily from its great body. Noticing that the leviathan was dead the cullers approached it and begun shaving off huge chunks of blubber and flesh from it's flank. While it's meat was loaded into large crates, the claws and hide of the lagiacrus, as well as the shell shocker's severed from it's back were placed together in a huge pile, and were washed away in the tide. No one had use for them. As Arien was cutting into the belly of the beast he noticed a turquoise gleam. Curiously he approached it shielding it's blue light with the shadow of his hand so the other cullers could not see it. It resembled a water droplet and looked too delicate to be solid, but as he curled his fingers around it he felt it's hardness. Pulling it out from the lagiacrus's dense Belly fat, Arien realized that it was more beautiful than any thing he had ever seen, and was immediatedly humbled by the intense mystery that it gave off. A soft breeze causes Arien to look up and he notices the waves churning beneath the moonlight. Intuitively he reverted his gaze back to the droplet substance cradled in his palms and realized that it was an identical colour to the sea. The sea never looked more beautiful.