Arrow to Bow
Disclaimer: I do not own MapleStory. And I wish I was Level 21 already…Levels 15-21 were always MY hell levels xD
A/N: Ok, I put it up for one day and I got one review. Thank you WilltheGreat! You always review and make me happy! ….Lol…. So yay!!!!!!! I'll continue 8D
The bow was still blue. That sort of made him sad. He had imagined every job in his mind before, and for bowman he had imagined a giant shining bow, covered with emeralds, diamonds, soft leather, and many other things. Not a nondescript blue bow with wooden guiding pieces and a simple string made of who-knows-what...
But he felt new power within him, power that seemed to course through his veins, power that suddenly felt completely normal to him, although he had only had it for a few minutes. It was simply...amazing.
A/N: OMG I just noticed I wrote this in 2nd point of view..and I'm too lazy to change it now xD Anyone who reads this, just ignore weird changes I make and differences in my writing style, I always tend to write with my mood. BAD HABIT
Athena (the shopkeeper had told him she was Athena, not elf lady) had given him a simple book of skills. Simple, yes, but he had not yet tried them out. He would now.
He stepped out onto the hunting ground and fit a arrow to his bow.
Arrow to bow, and life to live.
A course of adrenaline swept through his body and he felt dizzy. What was it that strange voice had said? Arrow...to bow..and..and...
He could not remember.
But he somehow knew that that phrase would be important to him throughout his life.
[flashback-flashback-flashback-flashback/
"I let someone die...I let someone die! I let someone die...I should have thrown him a potion...I should have protected him!"
Don't be like that...
"Why? Why shouldn't I grieve, why shouldn't I simply let myself die?
Your arrow must stay upon its bow...and you still have a life to live...
"A life...ha...what could a life possibly be if I simply let people die? WHAT COULD IT BE?"
[flashback-flashback-flashback-flashback/
He flitted in between the snails of the field, climbing up ladders and ropes. He didn't want to kill snails like he had before, rather, he wanted to kill something that he had never seen or killed before. Something strong.
Suddenly he heard screams above him, and various profanities at a certain person. He eagerly climbed up to see what was happening, and came face to face with the strongest thing he had ever seen.
The thing had dark red wings and a horn mask covering its face. It's fangs leered horribly at him as its red eyes glared him down. Gauntlets that adorned its hands swung threateningly at him. He was completely and utterly petrified with fear.
ARROW TO BOW, AND YOUR LIFE...IT MUST BE LIVED!
The voice woke him up, and he fitted an arrow to his bow, and the arrow flew true.
The beast dropped,dead, to the ground, and there was only silence in the air.
A/N: Well, that's the best cliffie this little writing nub can do. By the way, as a little hint, no, he is not a "Chosen Kid" ok? xD It's something else. If you wanna see where this plot that I suddenly thought up while I was writing it goes, please read and review!