[u][b]Puppet of the Bow[/b][/u]

Well, shit.

That was the first thought that came to its mind. The second thought:
What a mess.

It didn't know how it got here, or what "it" even was. It felt strangely misdirected, floating upside down in the primoridal nothingness despite the absence of orientation. Any attempt at recall only came up with blank anachronisms. It was truly untethered from the chains of causality, only to keep its own voice of thought to keep it company.
But if it knew one thing, it was that being nothing was boring as hell. Maybe it could recite poetry or some pretentious songs of love, if it had a mouth or even a poem to recite. But it had neither, so it kept floating, floating, floating...

When the light spoke, its train of thought immediately latched unto the new source of change. It would take anything as long as it was not 'boredom'. The light moulded into something material, concept grounding down to being.

Instinctively, it raised a hand to grab the object. Just as fast, it stared, startled at the fact that it was 'seeing', and that the fleshy apendage that it had was a hand. 
Neat.
It decided to grab the object, curiousity greedily taking in the object's every detail. The It ran its fingers on the side where it tapered off into nothingness, then silently yelled as the object 'bit' it. A blade.
Great, as soon as it found out that it had a hand, it was about to chop it off.
It wondered if the blade would bite it again if it touched the other side, but primordial logic kicked in place to stop its stupidity from spiraling out of control. If it had a sarcastic clap function then it would do it to congratulate its own stupidity, but it didn't know if it had a second hand.
Wait, it did.
The second hand reached out, then while on its way to the first, it bumped into something new.
This time, it was not a blade, but a curve. Then a sharp downwards turn looping back to the first.
A word formed in its mind. A bow. Curious, as it didn't even know its own name - yet it knew that the bow and blade was to be together, and that the blade was to sing through the air when the bow decided to fly it so.

Right. It had a bow.
What next?