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// Chapter 1: Running away 
// Story: My Little Monster Hunter: The Death Trio 
// by Poisonian 
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Poke' Village, A quaint town with a warm atmosphere but a cold environment. Huts, houses, farms, and even the occasional tent all aligned with the villages exit to it's hunting grounds: The Cold mountains. It's most important building, the guild hub, was the center for all hunter gatherings in Poke' village. But the thing was, there were no hunters to gather around the guild, at least not since the last Fatalis slaying. All was right with the world for everypony in the village...Except for one young colt named, Poison Fire. As a young foal his mother left his father, and soon married Poison's step dad, but to Poison this was the worst decision that his mother could make. She was blinded by "love" and did not see a single bad bone in his body, but Poison saw every bone in his body was bad, not only did he constantly abuse him but Poison's step father would even make fun of him and even JOIN IN with any fellow colts making fun of Poison.
Poison woke up like any normal day with his step father, loud beat, a big strong pegasus who could lift a great sword with extreeme ease, rudely and abruptly woke up Poison in the middle of a dream he was having about hunting in warm environments. "Beat!?! What the heck!"
"You do not adress me as Beat!" Loud Beat grapped Poison by the back of his neck like a (And i use this term factually) Bitch carries her pup by the neck. "You adress me as sir! You got that punk?"
"Yes...Sir." Poison said with anger in his voice.
"Now go make your mother and I some food." He kicked Poison in his back hoof joint.
"Ah! But isn't that the feline's jobs? I mean we hired five of them for a reason."
"I know..." Beat got a smug look on his face. "But i feel like you need some more work on your skills if you ever want to be a "chef" In this village."
"I don't want to be a-"
"YOU WILL BE ONE WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!" That was it, Poison had, had it with this, this, this maniac. He had to run, run away, far far from Poke' village. To places uncharted even, even if it meant leaving his mother he had to run. So he did just that, after a few curses, hoof burns, and a few punches from left to right, he ran but not before he got stopped by a veteran hunter who had been spying on the colt for his entire time in Poke' Village. He knelt down oh his right hooves and whispered to Poison. "Run to the mountains, and don't come back." Poison nodded and ran, no sprinted to the mountains, he didn't stop to rest at the base camp, he ignored the giaprey screeching at him, and he even tried to ignore the sheer cold that was hitting him with every piece of frozen rain coming from the night sky. Eveuntally he gave out and curled up in a ball, where a pack of popo saw the poor pony and formed a sort of circle of insulated heat around him. That is until he came...