The White Hunter
Prologue
Areos was a great land with many cities, lush forests, and high mountains. On one of the mountains, lived an archer by the name of Taithirin. He was of average height, and had Brown eyes and black hair. He knew his mountain; Greyback, well. It was so called because of a side of the mountain, was covered by huge rocks, big enough to live on... which, by the way, is where Taithirin's cabin was located.
Chapter 1
Taithirin woke up from his straw bed. The sound of cheering had woken him up. Cheering? He thought, I've never seen three people together on Greyback, how can all this noise be caused? He quickly got dressed, slung his quiver over his shoulder, and bow over the other, attached his longsword to his belt, and walked out the door. It was summer, and the snow was only ankle-deep. He was wearing a white hooded cloak, white pants and a white shirt. He was in his camo gear. The leather his quiver was made out of was dyed white, and his bow was made of white ash. Anyone who didn't know him by name, (very few, if none did.) would know him as The White Hunter.
He moved quickly, but silently, to the source of the sound. He found it was a competition, between the best archers in the land. There where wooden risers, seating about five rows of nobles, all who where huddled up in their cloaks. Taithirin took note and shook his head. Its summer people, it really doesn't get too much warmer than this. On the opposite side of the competitors where the targets, and behind them was a large, hay wall.
Near him, in the woods, was a group of black cloaked people, surely not competitors. Though some had arrows loaded at their bows, and others had their swords drawn. The competitors obviously didn't know about them, which became even more apparent when the competitors released their arrows at the targets.
The black cloaked men charged, releasing their arrows and swinging their swords, killing many competitors quickly. The ones left alive struggled to nock their arrows, shot, and missed. One hit a tree right next to Taithirin, and another grazed his cloak. These are the best archers in the land? Those who can't even fight?
Taithirin loaded his bow, aimed and fired all in less than two seconds. The arrow hit the attacker in the chest. He shot another, hitting the same person in the head. He was dead before the first drop of blood fell to the ground. Taithirin then swung his bow over his shoulder and drew his sword. He charged another man, knocking him to the ground. Taithirin jabbed at him, but the man rolled over. Hearing the footsteps of another man, Taithirin released his own sword, hopping back. The man above him swung and hit the other man, killing him. He did not get him in the throat, though, and an ear piercing scream was let out. Taithirin dealt a spinning kick to the man that was still alive, knocking him out. He leaned over to pick up his sword and received a blow to the head by the pommel of another man's sword. Blackness consumed him.