thread starter maplestory1212 Aug 19 2010
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| "Are you sure you want to take the path of the bowman?" Athena Pierce eyed the young, dark-haired boy standing in front of her, eagerly. "Yeah." He nodded fervently, literally bouncing on the balls of his feet. "It's not going to be easy, you know." Her knowing eyes rested on him for a moment. "The skills of a bowman are much more difficult to master than those of the other classes. You'll have to work extremely hard if you want to reach your ultimate goal." "Yeah, yeah. I know." he spluttered impatiently. She raised an eyebrow. He'll go to pieces, this one. But at least he's got determination. "Very well." she sighed. "Please give me your hand." He quickly held out his sweaty palm. She curled her fingers around his and murmured a few lines of ancient text, as she'd done so many times before. There was a brilliant but small flash of golden light, and the mark of the archer was then imprinted on the young boy's palm. "Use your gift wisely." she admonished him. He ran out without another word, no doubt to get his hands on his first bow and some arrows. Her knowing eyes followed him balefully. Somehow, something didn't rest easily with her. Whenever something didn't rest easily with the founder of Henesys, something was really wrong. An eleven-year old Gault Isentryx ran out onto the beautiful fields of Henesys, his shoes gliding swiftly across the ground as he fervently clutched his beautiful blue War Bow in hand. A quiver of arrows was attached to his back. Gault was a short, dark-haired youth, his hair hanging slightly past his shoulders. His pupils were a gentle shade of garnet, but could- and often did- turn dark crimson with emotion. After receiving the blessing from Athena Pierce herself, he'd felt totally on top of the world. Only Level 10, but a legend in the making. "I'll be the best archer in the world someday." he smiled to himself, taking out an arrow and nocking it to his bowstring. Fanciful words, those. Every single prospective archer had eagerly said those very same words, right after receiving their blessing from the bowmaster that ruled over Henesys, clutching a blue bow and a handful of arrows. But none had actually ever reached that goal. No matter how hard and how tirelessly you strived, there was always someone far more skilled than you. That was the unspoken law of the world. Most people realized this in their midlives, put away their weapons, and settled down into a quiet, secluded life, raising crops or making tools for a living and raising families. Something like that. Gault was not one of them. His raven-black hair and dark eyes glittered eagerly, amost maniacally, in the sunlight. He was determined, at all costs, to make a name for himself in the beautiful world of Bera. He pulled the string back and released the arrow. It flew through the air with a satisfying whirr and planted itself in the back of a Stump. The creature turned around to see who had fired the arrow, but too late. With lightning speed, Gault had whipped |
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