[hider=Context]Jon Tyrell, 21, never wanted to be the heir to the throne of Arynguard. His Uncle, Eddard Tyrell, had just tragically died in a battle with the Rebels in the Riverlands. Due to the tragic and untimely death of his Uncle, Jon's Father, Robbert Tyrell, is now King. Jon was now the heir to the throne. His Father was always reckless and a bit of a drunk, so Jon believed it was inevitable for his Father to die soon. Jon acted quickly the night his Father was crowned. Jon packed his weapons, bow and arrows, tent, stole food from the castle, and got on his horse and rode off. Where he would go, Jon had no idea. He made South to Starksport, ruled by Robbert Stark who never got along with his father. Jon knew they would never look there. Staying in the tavern for nights on end Jon drank through the night. Unfortunately, Jon got a little too friendly with a lady one night and let it slip he was heir to the throne of Arynguard. Jon had to flee Starksport. He decided it would be best if he cut his hair, so he stopped for the night at a river and cut his hair. He looked almost unrecognizable. As food ran low, Jon had to ride North to the Great Forest in The Reach, where elves were rumored to live.[/hider]

Jon was hunting when he heard it. There was a rustle behind him. He let an arrow loose and heard a small squeak in the thicket behind him. "Just a rabbit." Jon said in a sigh of relief. Jon pulled his arrow out, put it back in his quiver, put the rabbit in his bag, and started to track the buck he was looking for. He followed the tracks into a clearing, where he saw the buck. While knocking an arrow, Jon heard a rustle. He accidentally let the arrow go and looked behind. Nothing, however the clearing was filled with the buck's screams of pain, as the arrow hit it's leg. "Thank the Gods." Jon thought, he would now be able to track the buck easier. He followed the trail of blood until he came across the buck again. After knocking an arrow, Jon let it fly. It penetrated the buck straight through the brain. There was a loud thunk as the buck hit the ground. Jon ran over to it, pulled his arrows out, and picked it up, throwing it over his shoulders. He needed to get back to camp where he could skin the buck. Jon was very hungry. This hunting expedition took him 2 days. At this point, Jon was starving.

Jon laid the buck down as soon as he got to camp and immediately got to work skinning it. His mouth was watering just looking at it. The skinning took a good two hours. He finally cut the good parts of the meat off. Jon lit a fire and started to cook it. He was going to have a big feast in honor of his first and hopefully last forest. Something felt off to him. As if he shouldn't be here. Jon passed it off and went back to tending his cooking buck.