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Pronunciations:

Dariel (dare-eye-elle)

Ebrael (Eb-rayle)

The Acquisition of Hunters

Chapter 1

Dariel sat on a tall stool sipping on water. Her blonde hair draped over her shoulder. Her elbow rested on a stone counter with her head resting in her hand. Everywhere people were talking and playing cards, for that is what most people did in a bar. Dariel was not most people, she was a hunter. A vampire hunter, and was quite widely known. In this town, Ebrael, she was a hero. She had, a while back, saved 2 children from a vampire, who had lived in the town. People remembered her, for a while anyways. She took another sip of water. All the commotion was starting to give her a headache, she had stopped by a week ago intending to stay only a day or two, but she had stayed longer than she had wished. Dariel sighed, she was getting restless, she knew she would need to move on soon.

Dariel immediately turned around as she heard the doors to the bar slam open. "The scouts say there's a dunpeal hunter coming through the valley," a gasp was heard throughout the bar, "he's only about a day away, so we need to be ready when he comes! Men, get your sorry a$$es up and get to your guns!" The man yelled, about a second later all the other men were scrambling and running to pick up their guns and then out the door. The town of Ebrael was a fort, and Dariel, for some reason liked forts. It seemed to her that everyone was always ready for action and that's what she liked.

"Mike," the bartender jumped, "can you get someone to saddle my horse?" Dariel asked the man as she got up from the stool.

"Oh, sure. Vance! Go saddle Dariels' horse!" Mike yelled across the room. A boy appeared and ran outside.

"Your horse should be ready to ride in a minute or so." Mike said.

Dariel nodded, and laid some coins down on the counter. She smoothed her dark olive green, skin tight shirt, and dusted off her very short blue jean shorts. She then picked up her gold and silver sword and strapped it to her back. She then walked up the steps and pushed the door open. The boy stood petting Dariel's black horse. She pressed a coin into the boy's hand and mounted.

Dariel turned the horse around and started to gallop towards the western gate where the said dunpeal was supposedly coming from. She dodged people on her way there, and she came to a sudden halt at the gate.

"Open the gate!" Dariel shouted to the men guarding the gate.

"But this is the way the dunpeal is coming from! Surely you…" the guard was cut off.

"Open it anyways, I need out." Dariel said.

"Alright miss, but it's your misfortune." The man said as he ordered the others to open the gate.

Dariel's horse was just as impatient as she herself was. It shuffled it's feet while trying to turn around, Dariel had to keep it looking straightforward.

The gate opened and Dariel and her horse burst out, with many people cheering, much to Dariel's demise, she didn't like to be noticed much, she liked to blend in.

Her horse kicked up sand and dust as it ran across the desert-like area. The way she was galloping her horse, it wouldn't take long for her to meet up with the dunpeal. It would make the time even shorter depending on if he was galloping. Dariel hoped her guess was right, she hoped that the dunpeal was the one and only, D.

When she was little, she would always hear stories about him, and then always tell her parents she wanted to be a hunter like him someday. They would laugh, and say it impossible, for no one could be as good as D, the dunpeal hunter. Dariel had always wanted to meet him, but their paths had never crossed before. Dariel's family had nothing against vampires personally, so they didn't mind much about Dariel's wild fantasies. But now that she was older, she was, now, one of the most widely known hunters. Her dream was coming true.

The sand was getting wilder. Dariel reached down into one of the saddle bags and pulled out a black scarf and tied it around her nose and mouth, to stop the dust from irritating her as much. Her hair flapped in the wind, and the scar on her eye was stinging. The wound was no longer open, but it still was irritated semi-easily. The scar consisted of three vertical slashes across her left dark olive colored eye. A surprise to everyone, she could still see out of the eye. Only, now, she could see at night as well as she could during the day. Now it only looked pink, but it still hurt every so often.

She was now coming to the top of a hill, and the sand was blowing insanely, it was now a sand storm, and a bad one at that. Dariel could see something black topping the hill opposite the one she was on. She came to a stop and watched the black speck come slowly closer and closer.

Apparently the dunpeal was closer than they said, for this had to be him. Dariel's stomach was filled with butterflies that she wished would go away. She started to walk her horse so as not to make him think her an enemy.

End of Chapter 1 because I'm too lazy to write more

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