The dragon hunters were once a clan of proud knights that followed the king into battle against the dreaded dragons. Even though the stories made it seem like the king rode valiantly into battle alone he did not. They followed him into every encounter, every life-threatening situation. It was their tradition and their calling to slay the foul beasts so the world could be a much safer place to live. And they succeeded. By the king's side, they killed the last of the terrible dragons, and they were heroes as always. For about a few minutes more. Then the king denounced them. He did not have any use for them anymore. He started going after their leaders, killing them or driving them out of his lands. Why no one never really understood.<br/><br/>From that time on the dragon-hunters were destroyed. From Knights to outlaws to just a vague memory. There still existed dragon hunters, and some of them were even descended from the proud knights. Some always lived with the old stories of the time when people like them were seen as heroes. Some were still loyal to the throne. However, now most of the people calling themselves for dragon-hunters were people from the forests, or dangerous people looking for hazardous work. It was to protect their home, to feel the thrill of the hunt or because they had nothing else to do with their lives. There was no cooperation. It was every hunter for themselves, or at least not as in the old times. They had to work together to kill a dragon, no one could do that alone, but the spoils would never be shared between everybody.<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2Fcd%2F8b%2F02%2Fcd8b02b4e1ea5ea89be68b7f152ea9c1.jpg&amp;hash=fd79ae8f26d2c7177c8e75318c29cd41" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cd/8b/02/cd8b02b4e1ea5ea89be68b7f152ea9c1.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Claretta Teréz Greer </a>had been raised as a hunter by her mother deep in the forest. Not a dragon-hunter, even though her mother told her many tales about her own, and her ancestors fight against the dragons, but a hunter of normal animals. One of the first things she remembered from her childhood is her father coming home from one of his many adventures. He had a gold neckless with his as a gift for her, and she could show him the rabbit she had slain. Throughout her childhood, her father was always the one going on adventures, being gone for months at the time, while her mother stayed with her at the little cabin in the woods that were their home. As a child, she never met any other people than her mother, her father and the people her father sometimes traveled with. From the age of three until the age of eighteen she might have met three other people that weren't her parents. It wasn't really before the age of eighteen she understood why that was either. However, now, six years later she completely understood why her parents had hidden her from the rest of the world. Sometimes she wished she could go back to the old cabin again and stay there. But that was sadly not possible.<br/><br/>At the age of 21 Clara had been a dragon-hunter for almost five years and she had already slain a dragon. Or, she had been in the area of when the last dragon went down, their heart priced and destroyed. Most of the hunters said that she was the least experienced on the field that day, but Clara would argue that since it was over a hundred years since the last dragon was slain everyone was as experienced. Only two months after it was proven that the dragon they thought was the last one was not that at all. A new dragon had been seen. The hunt was on again. Now, a year after the previous was killed the hunters were yet still ready to try and kill the beast. They had been unsuccessful two months ago, but to spring had arrived and Clara was sure they would sucseed this time.