A/N:

Water:Hey everybody!^^ Waterfall13 again!

Snow: I'm snowflake1814. Water and I started our first collab together ^^

Water:yup! I think it looks pretty good so far. I think you guys will like it!^^ And wouldn't you know the main character's a kid?o.o Again...o.O what is with that?

Snow: No idea water, (Lol, sounds like a sport's show X3) ANYWAYS!

Water:Oh, right! As William Shakespeare once said...enjoy! Well, I'm pretty sure he did at least once in his life...Raed and Rievew psleae!X)

It was a rather nice autumn morning outside for Michigan if you ignored the slight chill. The leaves of the trees in the park had brilliant shades of red, orange, and brown with a few yellow in some places. Hundreds of leaves and a few early morning joggers lined the streets and sidewalk. Among them, A young 11-year old boy was currently on his way out for target practice by himself.

Really, it was just a way for him to get away from the stupid foster house he could barely call a home. His "parents" didn't like him going out. Not that they really cared about him. They didn't even notice when he left, and he knew the only reason they had kept him around was because they were friends of his parents. Were. As in, not anymore because his parents were gone.

He passed by the bakery/book shop owned by a young African American couple. The Walters. The owner's wife was sweeping up out front getting ready to open up.

She looked up and smiled warmly at him.

"Good morning, Jordan. How have you been?"

Jordan smiled at her. She was one of the nice adults that actually cared about him.

"Hi Mrs. Catherine. I'm okay, I guess."

"That's good to hear. Going to the lake today? I hear this is around the time of year the monarchs fly over. It's quite a site to see."

Before Jordan could answer, a strong, man's voice came from inside.

"Catherine, is that Jordan?"

"It's me Mr. Derek!"

A tall man wearing a blue shirt and pants came outside. He smiled and handed Jordan a paper bag with a few fresh baked treats. Jordan opened it and could smell the aroma of cinnamon and vanilla. Cinnamon buns.

"Mm..."

"Hello, Jordan. It's good seeing you again. Where have you been?"

"Around." Seeing the look that Derek gave him, he sighed. "Getting away from family."

Derek and Catherine knew Jordan well enough and long enough that this wasn't a surprise to them. "Well, you better be getting along then."

Jordan nodded. "Yes, and thanks!"

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Walking down the street again, he opened the bag and took in the fresh scent. "Ahhh..."

Closing the bag back up, Jordan started to jog down the street until he reached the woods.

Running into the woods, he soon found exactly what he was looking for.

A small space, surrounded by trees, but easily had lots of sunlight come through the leaves and branches, was where he first came every morning.

One one of the trees at the edge of the space had a well-used target on it. Jordan used this target to practice every morning so he could get even better at his aiming, and to warm up for shooting the next few hours.

Setting the food by his feet, he walked over to a spot under the same three that had the target, and digging his hands into the earth, he pulled out a big piece of grass, and under it was a box. A fairly large box.

Jordan opened the cover of the box, revealing a compound bow and 5 sharp arrows in a quiver.

Pulling out the bow and quiver, he set the cover back on the box and then carefully replaced the grass back to where it had been, looking like it had never been touched.

Walking back a ways, Jordan slung his quiver over his shoulder and grabbed an arrow out of it.

Taking a stance, Jordan put the arrow in his bow, and pulled back.

His black hair fell into his eyes right before he had the time to shoot.

Shaking his head while still holding the bow, the hair left his sight and he sighed. 'I need to get my hair cut.'

Jordan let go of the string and the arrow gave out a whizzing sound as it flew in the air, and into the target. His arrow hit the edge of the small center ring.

"Almost...cmon..."

He shot again. However, a sudden strong gust of wind picked up and blew the arrow off course, missing the target completely, and flying into some bushes far behind the tree.

Jordan frowned. "Hey! Ugh..."

Jordan ran over to retrieve his lost arrow. He was pulled his first one out of the target, before going over to the bushes he'd lost his arrow in. The area in fact was thickly covered in bushes that came up to his waist. Some even had a few thorns. Jordan sighed.

"Great...how am I gonna find it in this?"

He didn't want to just leave it- he'd only gotten them a few months ago and it had taken even longer just to earn the money for them. He decided to at least try and find the arrow.

Jordan put his quiver and bow down-he didn't want to loose those too- and started to make his way into the low, dense forest of shrubs. He plodded and worked through the area of bushes he thought his arrow to be in for about half an hour.

"Where is it?" Jordan exclaimed in frustration.

Jordan made his way deeper into the thicket. Suddenly he tripped on something, and scrapped his arm a sharp branch, leaving a scratch mark.

"Ow..."

Jordan dug down and tried to figure out what he had slipped on. On the ground, a silver cylinder sat seemingly untouched for awhile. He touched it, then picked it up and held it in his hands. It was cold, sturdy, and not all that big.

It didn't do anything, so he slipped it under his arm.

Looking for his arrow again, he realized it had landed next to the silver thing. Picking it up, he headed back to his target. 'Let's try this again...'

Jordan walked home, leaves crunching under his feet and the evening wind howling.

He had left his bow and arrows in his usual spot, but he had brought home the silver cylinder. 'What does it do? It has to do something. Or does it? Maybe it's just metal...'

So distracted in his thoughts, Jordan had nearly walked right past his own house. But luckily, he looked up in time, and turned towards the large foster home that he lived at.

The large house full of thirty-six kids- including himself- ranging from babies to teenagers was more than they could really handle with new kids coming in monthly.

Waling in the door, he immediately ran into someone.

"Exactly where have you been young man?" His 'Father' asked, obviously mad.

"Out." He hated his foster father.

His father growled. He didn't know where his 'son' went, but he didn't care. He just didn't want him to leave.

"You will be staying in here for the rest of the night young man! Until you learn exactly to tell us when you are going out!"

His farther closed the door and Jordan groaned. His room which he shared with 5 other boys was a cramped room, with just barely enough space for them all.

There was nothing good to do, so he laid on his mattress. 'I'll show you who's the boss of ME dad...'

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