Prologue:
The sound of an arrow hitting a log of wood filled the forest air. The archer, a five-year-old boy barely old enough to comprehend a book. But this was no ordinary boy it seemed.
"Boy, I thought we talked about this! No no no you don't just aim, you take your time and look at the target, you nitwit!"
"I'm sorry Father." the boy replied to the bearded monster in front of him with a sorrowful expression.
"Well, you better be! I'm gonna be expecting some squirrel tonight and you know what happens if there ain't any."
"Yes, Father."
The boy who actually had a name, Fletcher stared intently at the real target now a Red Squirrel scavenging at some nuts below. Fletcher steadied himself in the tree and breathed in. The eerie sounds of the forest calmed him, sharpening his senses and calming his mood. *Thwoosh*. The arrow was released. *Thunk*. Straight in the eye right where he had wanted to hit it! Fletcher looked up excitedly… to see his father sleeping in a tree next to him. It had only been a few seconds! How could he have fallen asleep so fast?
"Father, father!" Fletcher shook his guardian ruffly waking up the sluggish man.
"Mmph get away you nitwit! I said stay back!" The old man grumbled to himself. Well, he wasn't getting up anytime soon. Swifter than a five-year-old should move, he jumped down to the ground and walked the mile home. Well kind of a home, more like a hut where he lived by himself. At least I got some food for Father. But what in the world will I eat? Fletcher didn't live with his father (which he thought was perfectly fine). Father wasn't a good man in the slightest but if Fletcher didn't oblige to his demands he would most definitely have to leave this. This amazing forest that he was beginning to love more than family. Father always came back to him with stories about much worse places with no forests like New York City. Fletcher shuddered. He was never EVER going there! No forest! Alaska was much much better. Suddenly a flash of movement caught his eye! Up ahead an unfamiliar silver doe that looked terribly inhuman. Father would be so proud if Fletcher caught this creature! This doe was a bit better at hearing than most animals though. It sensed Fletcher and looked straight at him. But Fletcher instinctively released in less than a second sending the arrow straight at the doe. A blinding glare hit him and he couldn't see if his arrow hit the deer or not. But, when the glare finally stopped, Fletcher saw the arrow laying next to him and the doe gone. Vanished. This is the magic that those Inuit in the closest village told him about! With the thoughts of losing such a rare beast the calmness of the forest had protracted from him. Fletcher's mood was dreadful. He swore that the doe had been there! Either way, Fletcher would most likely have to go back outside to get his own meal but Father's came first. While he walked the long journey home something was watching him. It was not a good thing either. This thing was a watchful beast. While the monster watched, something else, another thing watched. Little did Fletcher know, a constellation in the sky was staring up at him praying to the gods that this boy would be protected.