The Mage and the Archer

[Eli_Ayase]

Meh, title stinks... :I This ain't a fan-fic or anything. I got bored the other day and thought I'd write something with; magic, love, adventure, care, etc. This will not be a One-Shot, but a chapter-story. So... not sure how well written neither wanna know because writing out of boredom u_u as long as you like, I'm happy with that already. Also, please spare my grammar, English ain't my first language, so understand that, thank-you. Also, if you find correct words and with one letter typed the same, so sorry, my keyboard has been acting up lately =/ anyhow... again...Enjoy...
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Plot/Start-Off-
Holy, a wise young lone archer starts her journey to seek revenge on dark forces who've killed every last archer in her village. On her journey she gets strongly injured by assassin hunters who were sent to kill her after was found out that one remaining archer is alive, but before a final hit, a mysterious young man saves her life and takes her back to his small cottage and heals her, and waits for her to wake up.

Lead Characters-
Holy *unknown last name* (21 year old)
Lawrence *unknown last name* (25 years old)
(I will make their character sheets soon as I get drawings done)

Type? - Chapter Story

Genres? - Adventure, Love (not much because I don't like too much romance-shmomance -.-), Fantasy.

Rated? - T by FF.net rating (For Blood and small cursing in later chapters)

Done reading this top? Ok. =P
I don't like doing titles fo chapters, so... Bleh. Story starts after she got saved.
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If you hesitate and don't take a step forward, you may not see what you truly can do - Holy

~~Chapter 1~~

“No! I ain't going to keep that young lady in my house, son!”

“But father, she needs rest, after all, archers haven't done anything to our kind, most are kind and--”

“Did so or didn't I don't care at all! By the time I get home she better be out from my house! You understood, son?”

“Yes father...”

Holy heard the yelling and a door slam. She slowly started to wake up after the attack, she felt no pain, and no scars were on after the arrow hits. She took a look around the room, it was a lovely nice small room, though she did sense that she ain't wanted here at all. Holy got out from the bed and took her brown hat with a long white feather, confused about where she is right now, she murmured to herself, “Better head out... but now I don't even know where I am...”

“I see you're awake, miss” The young man stood in the door way. He was dressed in a long brown cloak and had gold-like hair, and he held a golden staff.

Holy turned to the young man and took her bow, “My apologies for being here, seems like I ain't a wanted guest at all,”

The young man smiled, “No worries, my father is the one who only prefers mages over all other kinds,”

“I'm used to hatred, every other kind hates us archers for being silent assassins in the shadows,” Holy laughed.

“So, you're one too then?”

“Indeed I am, but, more merciful,” Holy looked for a minute in a mirror and walked to the doorway, “Now, if you can excuse me... may I please leave? I have a journey to continue,”

The young man didn't move, “Journey? Doesn't look like you'd survive, you're young, and there are assassins around every dark corner, I doubt you would be all-right,” he said.

"I'd like to know why do you care about my safety, I barely even know you, besides... mages have hated my kind...” Holy sighed.

“I'm not like most mages,” The young man smiled, “I can tell by a mile who has a pure and loving heart unlike most judge by what they do and what they look like,”

Holy looked up, “Really?”

“Really,” The young man kept his smile, “My name's Lawrence by the way, and yours miss archer?”

“Holy,” Holy replied with a smile on her own face.

“Pleasure to meet you, such a wonderful and lovely blessed name,” Lawrence said and went off downstairs. “So, about that journey... have you been going by foot? Or did you have a steed?”

“I lost everything I had in my village, so, by foot then...” Holy frowned and followed Lawrence downstairs.

Lawrence went outside and looked at Holy, “Oh... I'm very sorry,” he put a hand on her shoulder, "I wish there was something I can help with, Holy,"

“It's fine, really," Holy raised her head and smiled, "Sorrow ain't needed at all, as long as you know that your loved ones are with you, in your heart,” she kept her smile and looked at the forest which was around the cottage. “This place is beautiful,” she watched the birds fly past and hear the bird song from them.

“Yeah, it's nice and peaceful here. Farm's on the left, stable on the right, everything me and my dad need,” Lawrence walked to the stable.

Holy followed, “And what about your mother?”

Lawrence frowned with a sigh, “She passed away when I was five, she was heavily sick, and, there wasn't anything against her illness...” he petted a white horse.

"Oh..."

"But it's completely fine, it was years ago, and after what you said about loved ones still being in your heart, that made me feel a lot better deep down," Lawrence smiled and opened the stable leading a the white steed out.

Holy chuckled, "They didn't call me Wise 'old' Wolf for no reason in my village,"

"Wise old Wolf? You look still young to be called old," Lawrence laughed as he opened another gate leading a black steed out from it.

"I know, it's just a statement," Holy looked puzzled at the black steed, "Why do you need two steeds out?"

"Well, we ain't going to go by foot,"

"We? I you didn't ask if you can join, neither I asked you," Holy rolled her eyes.

Lawrence sighed, "Well, if you want to go alone then it's fine with me," he said, "I understand why, it's your journey, and you want to do it," he smiled.

"I'm sorry, I just really need to do it by my own, you sure your father wont be mad about one horse gone?"

"Nah, he barely remember what kind of horses we have in the stable, so no worries," Lawrence lead the black horse back in, but before he did, he looked at Holy, "Do you want this one or the white?"

"White if can,"

"All-right then,"

Holy walked to the snow white stallion, it was calm and nice. Lawrence placed a saddle on the horse and put some armour on it. “Just for safety,” Lawrence said as he was putting armour on the stallion. After it was done, it was time for Holy to leave despite of the sun going down.

“Thank-you, Sir Lawrence,” Holy got up on the horse and placed her crossbow so it wouldn't be hard to hold it.

“Any time, Miss Holy,” Lawrence smiled, “You sure you don't want me to join you?”

Holy chuckled, “Of course I'm sure, I can see perfectly,”

“You sure do,” Lawrence murmured sarcastically with a small laugh. “Well... Good-Bye, stay safe and good luck on your journey,”

“Good-bye, and thanks,” Holy smiled and trotted off with the white horse as the sun sat. It was risky to go alone in night, but as stubborn as she was, she loved to be daring and brave no matter what despite of the injuries she had gotten.

The night approached quick as Holy had went into a dark shadowy forest where no single life could be seen, or heard. Or maybe there was something lurking in the dark shadows?

~~~End of Chapter One~~~
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Poorly written(?) is poorly written :I Hope ya guys like it ;w;
Please no bashing or anything <3 I can't write anything good as always.