As told by Shadowteal, Dark Hunter himself:

"My name was Nylan as a child. I remember my father little, and my mother even less. I grew up on a farm with my father in Ashwood. He farmed and raised cows. As a child, I would hunt with my father. We would go and hunt bears within Ashwood. I grew up with bows all my life. I believe I held a good childhood with my father. I had little friends outside, Moorgate was almost a myth.

"One day, my father went out to hunt for us. He took one of his bows, and travelled into the shadows of the night. Once out I assumed he hunted. I woke up later the night to find my father wasn't there. I frowned deeply. Outside I heard noises, I heard wolves howl and some strange grunt afterwards. My father limped back through the trees. I ran to him and helped him into the house. He was very badly wounded. Blood soaked through his cloak and his leather jerkin was shredded. He shuddered and lay still, but still breathed.

"For three weeks he lay ill, he was delirious and had trouble eating food. Finally, two days after the attack, he woke to tell his story. He was attacked by a pack of wolves. He saw at least 4 and maybe 5. They attacked him. He was able to kill 3 when the other 2 left, but he was already severely wounded. He told me that he crawled through the brush. He came upon a large, bulky shape. It grunted and moved with fluid motions. My father had seen an Eye Demon before. This close, it was almost impossible to escape him. He was attack as badly as the wolves. My dad could not take much longer. In the end, the eye demon sulked away to nurse wounds that would heal in time. My father was not so wounded. He was poisoned in numerous places and was seared with fire.

"My father lasted only 4 weeks after the attack. He died of poison and other burns on his body. I did my best to save him. He left me his 4 best bows, the rest I buried. This was his legacy to me. This was all I had.

"I took my name Shadowteal, from how I remembered my father. He was sleek and fast, I remember when he came back how he almost blended with shadows. My name is for my father.

"I left my fathers house and packed up his horse. I packed provisions and water for a long journey. I left my house and walked into the forest. I was lonely and was sad from my dad’s death. It left me empty. I journeyed through the lands, visiting places I only dreamed of. I accumulated gold and other trinkets through simple monsters I was able to kill. I could not use my father's bows until it felt right. The first thing I did was get a sword. From there I was able to get an axe.

"Some months after I left, I came upon the city of Moorgate. It was a monstrous city of towers and pillars. It was a city that has withstood years of battles and the walls were remade multiple times. I entered the city through the gates. Guards stood milling around talking quietly and watching the roads. I made my way to the town square.

"Some days afterward, I reached a towering place of majesty. It was a monstrous fortress with large gates. I walked up to the gate but was not admitted entrance. One of the guards murmured something of a viper spirit. I questioned around town and found it was in the catacombs. I ventured in to the dark where I am best.

"Since than, it has been over 8 years. I have matured and grown through the fighter’s guild. I have grown into the man I am now. I have forsaken my old axe and shield, and have taken up my father's bows. I feel better to know I still have a part of my father within me. I am who I have become.

-- "This is my childhood story. Of how I have grown and gone away. I have visited my house once, and found it empty with the forest retaking the land. This is my story."