Back story of Rayal Fenrir

Rayal Fenrir was born on September 7th, 826 AD, in the country of Hetlyl. His family was neither rich nor poor—just an ordinary household in the underground city, struggling to survive in a world where Hollow Dragons ruled the surface. His father, Varian Fenrir, was a respected warrior in the Hetlyl army, while his mother, Elina Fenrir, was a healer who tended to the wounded soldiers.

From a young age, Rayal idolized his father, watching him train tirelessly. Varian was known as the "Unyielding Fang", a warrior who had survived countless battles against the Hollow Dragons. Rayal would often sit by the training grounds, watching in awe as his father sparred with soldiers, his blade cutting through the air like a force of nature.

But there was one rule his father always emphasized: "Never step outside the underground city. The surface is death itself."

Rayal was only nine years old when his life shattered.

The Night of the Raid

It was a quiet night in Hetlyl. Rayal was helping his mother sort out medicinal herbs when the bells rang—an emergency signal.

The dragons had found a way underground.

The first explosion shook the entire city. The air filled with the screams of people, the wailing of children, and the deep, deafening roars of the Hollow Dragons. The city was under siege. Buildings crumbled as flames spread through the streets.

Rayal's mother grabbed his wrist. "Rayal, we have to run! We need to find your father!" she said, her voice trembling.

But when they reached the main plaza, what Rayal saw would haunt him for the rest of his life.

A massive Hollow Dragon, its body covered in dark crimson scales, its four glowing eyes scanning the battlefield, stood towering over the fallen soldiers. And at its feet—

His father.

Varian Fenrir was on his knees, blood pouring from his mouth, his sword broken in half. Yet, even in his final moments, he did not look afraid. He was staring straight at the dragon, his expression unwavering.

Rayal screamed, "FATHER!" and tried to run to him, but his mother held him back, her grip tightening.

Varian turned his head slightly toward them. His eyes softened when he saw Rayal. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything—

The dragon bit down, its massive jaws crushing Varian in an instant.

A deafening silence followed. Rayal's mind went blank. His legs gave out beneath him.

His father—his hero—was gone. Just like that.

His mother covered his eyes, whispering, "Don't look, Rayal… Please, don't look." But it was too late. The image was already burned into his mind.

The dragon turned its gaze toward them. Elina gasped, shoving Rayal toward an alley. "Run, Rayal! Don't stop! Run and don't look back!"

Rayal's body was moving before his mind could catch up. He sprinted through the burning city, his lungs screaming for air, his ears filled with the sound of destruction.

And then—he heard his mother scream.

He turned around just in time to see the dragon's claws impale her body.

She reached out toward Rayal, her eyes filled with love and sorrow. "Keep… running…"

Then, with a swift motion, the dragon tore her apart.

A Boy Without a Home

Rayal ran until his legs collapsed. He hid in the rubble, his body shaking violently. He couldn't scream. He couldn't cry. His entire world had turned to ashes in a single night.

By morning, the raid was over. Hetlyl had suffered immense losses, but they had managed to drive the dragons back—at the cost of thousands of lives. Rayal wandered the ruins of the city, stepping over the charred remains of homes, bodies of fallen warriors, and the thick scent of death in the air.

He returned to what was once his home, only to find nothing but debris and bloodstains.

Rayal had nothing left. No family. No home. No purpose.

But amidst the silence, he found something. His father's broken sword, half-buried in the dirt. He picked it up, gripping the hilt so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He vowed in that moment.

He would kill them all.

For the next few years, Rayal lived as a street orphan, surviving on scraps. He learned how cruel the world could be—not just because of the dragons, but because of humans themselves. People ignored him. Some beat him. Others tried to sell him as a slave. The world did not care about a weak, starving boy.

So he forced himself to change.

He trained. Day and night. He swung his father's broken sword until his hands bled, until his body collapsed from exhaustion. He joined underground fights for scraps of food, taking brutal beatings until he finally learned how to win. He sharpened his mind, observing how warriors fought, memorizing every move.

At age 16, he finally gained recognition. With his new friends Layla and Elric and dain he went out to the surface a hollow dragon swallow dain and became the first tamed dragon named dragonista yet Rayal was deeply injured at the loss of his friend but the tame dragon sided with humans and let them ride him to reach other dragon and kill them this made the hollow hunter association . But Rayal was not like the others.

He never smiled. Never laughed. He did not care about glory or honor

When he met Elric and Layla, they tried to get him to open up. Layla especially—she always joked around, tried to make him smile.. She mostly succeed.

For the first time in years, he felt like he had a family again. Layla, Elric, and the others became his reason to keep going.

Yet, fate was cruel.

The Loss of Layla

The day Layla died, Rayal felt like he was nine years old again. Helpless. Weak. Unable to stop the ones he loved from dying.

As he watched her body explode mid-air, something inside him snapped.

When the squad blamed him for her death, he didn't argue. He didn't defend himself. He simply accepted it.

Because they were right.

He was the leader. He should have done something. He should have saved her.

And so, the boy who once dreamed of being a hero became a man who only knew war.

He stopped laughing. Stopped trusting. He trained harder, fought harder, killed more dragons than anyone else. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw his father's last stand. His mother's outstretched hand. Layla's final words.

"I had a happy life."

Rayal also wanted a happy life.

He wanted revenge.

Even if it meant becoming a monster himself.