A Holiday Story
A bell rung, signaling the day before the turkey hunt. Men and women alike were in their houses, cleaning their guns and practicing. Their mounts, vicious wyverns and gigas preparing for the hunt. Everybody wanted to be the one to kill the super turkey for the feast. One in particular wanted to kill it more than all. He wanted to bring honor to his family name, and what bstter way to do that than killing the super turkey for the feast?