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[h2]Puppet of Bow[/h2][b][color=darkred]Chapter 0 - Birth of a Hunter[/color][/b][hr]
"[i]What next?[/i]" you asked inwardly. You have a bow, and there is a path of light strewn before you. You pondered long and hard about this. And in the end, you thought, "[i]Eh, why not go with the flow? There's nothing in here anyway[/i]"

Whilst for the others the light was merely a guide, to you it is your saviour. Not only does it actively drive the darkness away from you, its brilliance had reminded you of the sensations you thought you have lost. The cold of mist, the delicious smell of moss and dew; they are all returning to you.

A forest. A word entered your mind. Just as you recognized the bow almost instinctively, you realized where you are in. A deep, verdant forest filled to the brim with an air of joy and festivity. You spy with your eyes, small animals playing jovially - jumping from trees to trees. Birds are flying overhead, and deers are frolicking around under the bright moonlit sky.

It is a beautiful sight to behold, though you cannot help but feel like something is off. Voice. There are none. Not the breaking of branches, not the whistling of wind through the leaves. None.

Instinctively, you raised your bow and draw on its string. You hone your newly restored senses, and tried your best to notice what exactly that make you feel so restless. It was then that you noticed something. The golden moon - no, moons - that shone upon the forest, was no moon at all. They are a pair of eyes. [i]The king of the forest[/i], its identity registered into your head.

It is a massive beast that towers above even the tallest of trees. Two great horns adorn the head as a crown adorn a king's. And feather coveres its body as a royal cape would a Monarch.

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You are stunned. You know for a fact that your meager arrow would not be able to reach the being. And then a voice rang inside your head; melodious, airy voice, reverberating serenely and clearly as the ring of a wind chime. "Mortal being, is it you who summoned me?"

Should you run? Or stay to converse with it?

... What will you do?