Flaming Arrows

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Summary

There was a time, when all there was was a village, a time of peace. Nothing ever changed, nobody aged, no such thing as death. It was place where time stops and you just remain young, or old, or an adult, --ageless. But all good things never last long, well in this case it did, but it was short compared to the years they'd have to go through. "What happened?", the little children asked. Well you see, this one lumberjack in the village got curious, and then ACCIDENTALLY burnt the entire village down.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

Tacos

What a lovely day, the birds were chirping, the animals were running around, and the sun was so bright and gorgeous. Oh look, there's our protagonist, the happy bearded man whistling with an axe in his hand. Let's see what he's going to do today,

He has a straw chewing in his mouth again, and a missing front tooth. If you zoom in closer, you could see a bit of the cheese stuck in his thick mustache and some nose hair, but let's not.

He continues to whistle all the way to the market, walking down the stone path and occasionally saying hi to some of the merchants. Finally, he arrives in front of a shop that sells tacos and decides to buy two of them for lunch. Picking out 5 golden coins from his pocket, he gave it to the blind woman and headed to the woods.

He began his day by visiting the river, washing his face and having stuff cleaned out from his beard. The cheese was gone, thankfully, oh look at that, there was also chips...please tell me that was chocolate.

Anyhow, he got to work, chopping trees and carrying them back to the village one by one. No one knows exactly what to use the wood for except for fuel because they were too lazy to expand the village, but the lumberjack still worked hard everyday. All the leftover wood just went to make toys for children, or make a bonfire for story night.

He worked from sun up to sun down, the trees in the forest for some reason, seemed to never run out, but no one ever questioned it. As the sun was setting, the lumberjack drags one more tree back to the village. On his way back, an archer was hunting in the same part of the forrest and almost pierced an arrow through the lumberjack' heart. The lumberjack didn't even know what wa happening until a man dressed in green hunting costume came running towards him.

As it turns out, he was an honest to good man just trying to kill some bunnies for fun. He explained that he was an archer and he did not see the lumberjack in the dark. The archer quickly apologized, getting down to his knees and begging for forgiveness. He offered his bow to make up for the incident, cursing himself and repeating that he wasn't worthy of his dead great-great-great grandfather Louis's bow anymore and offered to give it to the lumberjack. Now, everyone in the village appeared magically out of nowhere, so the lumberjack was mighty confused how he had a dead great-great-great grandfather Louis.

Either way, the lumberjack forgave him and said for the archer to keep his bow. They decided to walk back to the village together, and on the way, they discussed about the possibility of how great it would be if you could light the arrow on fire so you could know whether it was a person or an animal it is in the dark. The lumberjack thought this was a good idea, and offered to try it out tonight by the bonfire, so the children could also watch this idea come to life.

That evening, the lumberjack went to the library and got a book of enchantments to see if there were any about flaming arrows. He looked for about half an hour, and was about to give up, when he stumbled upon a sacred enchantment that'll light up the arrows shot from the bow with fire. He took the book and eagerly went to the counter to buy the enchantment, of course he had to pay 30 gold coins to renew his library pass first, but all was well after that.

He held the book with excitement and rushed to the archer's home. How the lumberjack knew where the guy he just met lives, nobody knows. He knocked on the door several times and soon enough realized, that nobody was there. The door was unlocked and the lumberjack looked inside, there it was, the bow on the fireplace. Sadly, the archer was not there, where did he go off to? If he didn't appear at the bonfire then the lumberjack would have nothing to present or he would have to take all the credit of this idea himself. But how could he betray his best friend after all they've been through together? It would be a nightmare to present the idea in front of the entire village without him.

But the lumberjack did not give up hope, he grabbed to bow and headed to the blacksmith of the village. With a mighty swing, the hammer fell on top of the book and the bow that rested on top of the anvil and the enchantment was fused into the bow. Now, every arrow drawn would flame as it shoots through the air.

The lumberjack came to the bonfire and waited, but the archer never came. So he sat there, sad as a taco. Then he felt a tug on his shirt, a young girl holding a bear asked him, "Are you okay? Why are so sad Mr. Lumberjack?" The lumberjack explained the entire story and shook his head in dismay. The girl insisted he presented the idea because without him telling the stories, people didn't have much reason to be there. She suggested that they'll give credit to the archer once he gets back.

Convinced, the lumberjack stood up and with the bow and called attention from all the people who weren't asleep yet. He heroically told the tale of two brothers, meeting in the dark ends of the forest. Their shared interest and ideas and how they'd go to the end of the world for each other. Then, once he was through, he lifted the bow and the people stared in awe, some applauding. The bonfire was illuminating the side of his face, a warm glow as we see him shed a tear that was quickly wiped away and contained. He asked for the bow, the same little girl stepped forward and handed it to him. There were murmuring in the crowd about it being dangerous for a small girl to hold an arrow, but everyone was too focused on the lumberjack. He took a deep breath as people held theirs in anticipation, drew the arrow, aimed...and fi--"I'm here everybody! I hope I was in time, phew. "

The lumberjack was so surprised the arrow slipped without aim and dissapeared. Well, for a while. Then there was a fire, the wooden houses were on fire, the campfire was on fire, the luberjack's beard was on fire, the bunnies were on fire.

The End.