Story Two - "Pops, Monster Hunter"

May 12, 1963

"Make way, make way!" a herald shouted, ringing bells tied to his staff. The good townspeople of Illumination heard his hollering and backed away, making room for the latest newcomer. Sitting atop his noble steed with his nose high up in the air, this was no ordinary visitor to the town.

This was a certified monster hunter.

"Move back sweetie, the hunter is coming through," a soft female voice spoke. Teenager Pops Basset barely heard his mother as he stared at the passing visitor. He would have been trampled by the newcomer's horse had his mom not pulled him out of the way. "Sweetie, didn't you hear me?" she scolded her son, "I told you to move out of the way."

"Sorry Mama," Pops apologized, dipping his head respectfully to his parental figure. Turning to watch the hunter as he rode out of town towards the woods, the basset hound couldn't help but wish he could go along. Monster hunters were known for the fame they received. They went on adventures and took on powerful foes. He wanted to be just like them. He wanted to be one of them. Pops closed his eyes, imagining the crowds cheering his name.

One way or another, he would make his dream come true.