AN: This isn't my first fanfic, but I feel like it's good to start a new story every now and then. It's been on my mind for a while and I think it's about time to put some use to my new laptop too! Okay, here we go.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story. I don't own Arrow but if i did, well let's just say that this story is what I would have done.
As I run through the forest, I feel the wind flying over me. I look up at the sky, it's getting really cloudy. I'm guessing the time is almost around noon. As I keep running, climbing up a small, rock mountain, I see a boat a little way off shore. I stand and continue running to where my Conrad is crouched down. When I reach him, he just smiles.
"It's show time." Is all he says as he hands me the bow he was hovering over. I reach for an arrow and scratch the head on the rock beneath us. I put the arrow on the draw-string of the bow and slowly bring the string back until my hand is resting slightly on the side of my face. I aim. Then let out a breath, and I let go.
"Nice shot." My friend says as a pile of tree branches and sticks combust because of the arrow I shot over at it. I look at him and just nod my head once in response. I look back out past the shore line and watch as the two men on the boat signal each other and start to turn their fishing boat towards the island.
The name of the island we are marooned on is called Lian Yu. It's Mandarin, for "Purgatory". We've been stranded here for 5 years and dreamt of our rescue every cold black night since then. For 5 years, we've had only one thought, one goal: survive. Survive, and one day, return home.
As my companion and I make our way down the rock and towards the shore, the men on the boat step onto the shore and just stare at us, confused and startled by the fact that we must have been marooned here for a while, considering the facial hair and the hair on our head grown out so long that it's all knotted and dirty. I fall to my knees and remove the hood that's on my head, resting just below my hairline. My best friend helps me to my feet and the fishermen lead us over to their boat. As the men help us get comfortable on their little old boat, one of them comes over and offers me a cup of water. I accept it with a small half-nod. We're going to be back home soon.
The island held many dangers. To live, we had to make myself more than what we were, to forge ourselves into weapons. We are returning. Not the boys who were shipwrecked, but the men will bring justice to those who have poisoned our city. Our names are Oliver Queen and Thomas Merlyn.