ELROS: High Elven Swordsman
Not skilled
The morning sun filtered the canopy of the ancient woods, casting golden streaks on the forest floor.Birds sang their dawn chorus, and the breeze carried the sweet scent of pine and moss. This was the domain of the high elves, a place of beauty and elegance.
In a clearing, young Elros stood with a bow in hand, his brow furrowed in frustration. His fingers trembled as he drew the bowstring back, aiming at a distant target—a simple straw dummy placed against an oak tree. His father, Arion, watched from a few paces behind, his face a mask of patience, though his eyes betrayed a hint of concern.
Arion instructed, his voice calm but firm.
Arion
Feel the wind, the tension in the bow. Trust in your instincts, and let the arrow fly true.
Elros nodded, though doubt gnawed at him. He had heard those words a thousand times before. His father, one of the finest archers in all of Elfrim, had mastered the bow as though it were an extension of his very soul.
Every elf was expected to possess some degree of proficiency with the bow, but for the high elves, it was more than just a weapon—it was an art form. And yet, for Elros, it felt like nothing but a burden.
He loosed the arrow. It whistled through the air, striking the dirt far from its intended mark. Elros cursed under his breath. Again. Always the same. Despite years of training, he could hardly hit a stationary target. His friends were already out hunting, proving their worth to the tribe, but here he was, still struggling with the basics.
Arion walked to his son’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Arion
You’re holding too much tension in your arm,
Arion
Let the bow become a part of you. Don’t force it.
Elros(mc)
I’ve tried, father,I’ve tried everything
Arion’s gaze softened, though there was an unspoken disappointment behind his kind expression.
Arion
Every elf has their path, Elros. Some take longer to find it. But you cannot give up
Elros nodded, though his heart wasn’t in it. He admired his father more than anyone else in the world, and the thought of failing him weighed heavily on his shoulders.
It wasn’t just about learning a skill; it was about living up to expectations, not only of his family but of his entire people.
Elros knew He wasn’t like the others. Where his father’s movements with the bow were graceful and precise, his own were clumsy and awkward. Every time he nocked an arrow, he felt like an imposter, an elf out of place.
Arion suggested, sensing his son’s frustration.
Arion
Sometimes clarity comes when you least expect it.
Elros hesitated, then nodded. He handed the bow back to his father and wandered toward the edge of the clearing, his mind racing with self-doubt. How could he ever hope to live up to the legacy of his kin when he couldn’t even hit a simple target? His father always said that archery was in their blood, but Elros felt like a stranger in his own body.
As he walked deeper into the forest, his thoughts were interrupted by a glowing little ball of light
the ball of light circles elros and goes deeper to the woods
Elros(mc)
Do you want me to follow you?.
Elros followed the ball of light into the deep woods
After walking a while the ball of ligth stops and lands on something
Elros(mc)
what do you have there little thing
elros said while walking closer to it
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2024-09-08
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