This is the tale of an extraordinary man who is more than willing to do what it takes to get what he was robbed of to the point of insanity looming just over him staring with animosity. He would always use his overwhelming strength and determination to completely eradicate those he deems his foe. The man in question who is capable of such feats is a war hero who chose the quiet life over anything else. His name or at least what those call him is known to be 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 or Hunter ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖.

 Our veteran's tale starts off tragic as a thunderstorm across the skies above with lightning raining down to the overworld which is more formally known as Earth. Dark and cold as freezing ice the moon was at it's absolute peak signaling midnight with a figure coming into view atop a small hill right on the edge. Snow creeped down hitting the already building up snow around the land. Everything nearby etched in white flakes showing that this hero lived inside a snowy forest. His legs dangled from the hill he was sitting at getting a long look at the scenery just ahead of him. Stars illuminated the skies almost watching over him with the darkness above even that staring at the rest. He had blue wavy hair that was long enough to cover both his ears entirely with ruby eyes of doom for eyeballs. That wasn't the end though his eyes carried a mesmerizing cosmic background just behind the iris seemingly revealing a galaxy suppressed inside his cosmic gaze. His body was well-built, muscular with hints of scarring from the openings of his clothes when revealed. He was taller than most men being right at six foot five with a gloomy expression on his face. The clothes he wore very much fit the setting as it was freezing where he was. A bear coat, gloves, and boots with either brown or grey as the colors of the clothes. The very first thing he does is take out a book of sort and opens it up from the top using just one of his hands with the other reaching into his pocket and taking out a pen to write which was not a book but a diary. With a depressing glare that would melt the hearts of many he wrote gently scribbling down a small story to say the least. The diary looked old, run down and yet it still was holding on strongly. This story name is shown to be..

 "𝓜𝔂 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝓙𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝔂."

 The only thing to help him write in the cold night of the forest was the moon's light keeping him from stopping there. Shockingly for each words written down on the page he was placing his thoughts on a tear would fall down toward the snow from face. In grief he reaches once more but this time behind him taking out a photo from his back pocket showing a woman presumably to be his lover. Without muttering a single word Hunter removes himself away from the portrait placing it back to where he had it originally. He wrote on the diary till his emotions could no longer take it and proceeded to put it back where he had it. Finally he took a stand removing his legs from dangling on the hill he was on and marched down the hill leaving the light of the moon. The tree's hid his presence from the moon as he was encompassed all around by the greenery covered in snow. Eventually he reached a certain point inside the forest he spoke for the first time with a sad tone.

 "Ice Forest.. I've returned again."

 It was as if he had done something like that before and was well accustomed to the place. He strolled onward following a path that had already been paved with detail. Each step taken gave off a crinkle sound or the feeling of stepping in sand as he showed no concern until he spotted a large well constructed log cabin. He brazenly entered as if it was his own abode and carefully cleared each section of the home until he knew there was nothing inside the place that he found dangerous.

 "Nothing once again.. I think it's time I start to travel farther away from the area."

 He scurried over to a wool woven surface which was clearly the bed he slept on which looked terrible to even lay on but nonetheless he plopped himself onto it without care and slowly dozed off till he shut down for the night. From there the story begins to be set in stone with another ready to change the fates of others. In fact it was three instead of only a single person. Once morning hit the focus shifted over to three boys inside a fairly large sized establishment. The inside was well cleaned but old most likely to how long the place had been around for. A bell had rung as children from different rooms scurried out and into the main lobby area as if it was a daily occurrence. A woman in plain clothes scolded the children reminding them they needed to play nice if they wished to eat well and not to be sickly in the future. The kids ranged from three years of age all the way up to fifteen. With the oldest kids being out of place due to the situation. The place they resided in was an orphanage where children were either abandoned or forgotten. Truly sad but that is how the world is, despicable. While breakfast was served the children showed little manners chowing on their food as if it was their last. The woman kindly told a simple children's tale about the world itself as the kids swallowed their food with great speeds.

 "Listen up kids! I will be telling you all a story while you enjoy your meals. Everyone understand?"

 The kids replied enthusiastically but in reality were only saying that so they wouldn't get scolded later for not paying attention. Only the oldest ones were really showing their respect wanting to prove their worth.

 "𝓛𝓸𝓷𝓰~ 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓰𝓸.. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓯𝓪𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓼. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓮𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝓯𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼. 𝓞𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓮𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓪. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓷𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓼𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱. 𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓲𝓽𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻."

 A boy from the far back of the main lobby raised his head peaked by the tale. She called out for him wondering what he wanted answered. His voice was rather stale and monotone, his appearance was most certainly unique compared to the other children around him. Black hair with purple at the ends of it with his eye color being violet. For a fourteen year old he was more thin than the others with his height being at five foot eight. The care taker calls out to him.

 "Royal? What is it? Are you still curious about the tale I told?"

 "Yes. You said that the moon had so much but what was that?"

 ".. Well remember that this is a tale that was told all the way back before I was even born Royal. If I had to say though it would be the stars. The constellations that kept the moon accompany."

 "Constellations? What are those?"

 Unexpectedly another person spoke up interrupting what the caretaker was about to say.

 "Really Royal? I thought she explained this the other time. Oh well I'll have to tell you."

 He scoffed with a oozing confidence all around him. His name is Nick he can be a pile of explosives if you rile him up far too much. He had blonde hair with light blue eyes. Age being thirteen and his height was much shorter compared to even children standing right at four foot eleven. Most kids stay away from him due to his overextending nature and aggressive personality.

 "Constellations are stars linked together forming a person or creature. Supposedly these stars were once people who lived lives similar to ours. But that's nothing more than a myth."

 "That's correct Nick great job on explaining that."

 "It was easy!"

 Royal thanked Nick for quenching his curiosity patting him on the back. Nick looked away seemingly a little flustered telling him that it wasn't a problem. Just after a third person came along wrapping his arms around the two.

 "Heeyo~ just finished my meal lets head out for chores soon."

 The two looked back a little surprised and shouted his name.

 "Cloudy!"

 Cloudy was a very eccentric person but logical. Most consider him to be out of place but Nick and Royal consider one another as brothers and he was not left out. Together they were family in their own way. The color of his skin was brown with hair being black and curly as can be. They loved one another and it showed through their bonds. He is the tallest of the three at five foot ten and only at age thirteen at that. He was certainly different from the rest. Right at the door the three turned back waving their goodbyes knowing they would return in a few hours. The caretaker reminded them to be back before the sunset or else they would be punished later for it. The three excitedly nodded their heads in response whilst running outside the building. Cloudy questioned where they would be heading this time, Nick smacked his backside with the palm of his hand saying they would need to grab a carriage and deliver cargo to a nearby village a few miles out.

 "With that we can continue paying for the rent for the building. Understand nitwit?"

 "Shut it Nick. Can you not call me that~."

 "Make me then~."

 Cloudy and Nick were about to have a straight up brawl until Royal turned back with a menacing smile pretty much tired of their little scuffles already. The two quickly zipped their mouths shut not wanting Royal to come into the picture. After thirty minutes they finally managed to haggle a carriage from a local worker for a cheap price and stocked up the cargo onto the carriage. Royal asked for Cloudy to ride the carriage while they stay on the ground to keep it safe. At first he nagged right up until he took a good look at Royal seeing his eerie smile again. He jumped toward the horse in front of the carriage and told them to be prepared with sweat dripping down his neck. Nick placed himself at the back in case something were to come from the flank while Royal hopped onto the top of the carriage to watch their sides. Cloudy loved to carry spears with Royal not minding using any weapon as long as it benefitted the situation but did lean toward a rapier. Which is what he is currently equipped with. Nick was different in that regard, carrying a massive one handed ax with clear detail and craftsmanship put into it. Somehow even more unbelievable he was able to lift it looking to be around at least around hundred to two hundred pounds. He personally calls it Cherry Blossom for unknown reasons. Possibly just to satisfy his little fantasies he has from time to time. Time passed and after two hours of hiking they reached their destination and handed over the goods inside. The man who requested the items gave them their pay and sent them on their way. Once far away Nick exploded in anger.

 "Are you kidding me?! One silver and twenty bronze?! That trip alone should pay five damn silver!!"

 Royal hushed him but didn't scold him in the slightest knowing he was just being upset for them. Cloudy also spoke up on the matter.

 "That isn't right~. You know this too Royal."

 "We have no choice but to comply Cloudy. We need whatever we can get. We can't haggle customers or our orphanage will be done for by the guilds associations."

 "I know that but it's just infuriating."

 Trying to quell his rage Nick kicked a nearby bush and threw rocks into the nearby snowy forest as he screamed his lungs out.

 "Those dogs even kept the motherf-.. the carriage!? I swear that guy is in cahoots with the bastard in our town!"

 Abruptly from the forest side they watched as a pack of wolves leaped in the air denying their way forward. Nick squealed like a girl for a moment before rushing to hide behind Cloudy in a hurry. Afraid Royal and Cloudy did what they could to intimidate the pack from advancing further. Those feral fangs that had pierced flesh with drool coming from their mouths like a faucet. Cold glares and desperate growls meaning they were starving and would do what it took to get food for survival. They were all at a stand still not wanting to make the first move causing a devastating loss in which failure means their deaths. They would swing their weapons trying to keep the wolves from thinking of doing anything but in the end it was doing nothing but delaying the inevitable battle. Their survival instincts were in overdrive compared to their minds thinking things out and meticulous. The sense of kill or be killed suddenly arise for the three never actually killing anything before. You could see the level of fear in their eyes from each one. Nick was the most fearful while Cloudy was in second. Royal had a sense of dread but nothing more and nothing less. His arms did not quiver like Nick's nor Cloudy's. His legs did not falter and neither did his mind. He was mostly calm figuring out a way to get out unscathed. The first thing he knew he had to do was get the two away safety and to do that he lunged at the pack without a second thought.

 "Royal!?"

 The two shouted in disbelief.