War Of Arrows (Detailed)

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When he came to the shaman. The shaman hung his head low. Smelling the stinch of blood. Still he could not turn his back to the archer. When posed with the young archers question. He sat puzzled. Summering the long winded statement to "a great change must be made. Else all will fade." Knowing of the young archers longing for a maiden. The archer looked puzzled. Yet the shaman spoke nothing else. The young archer was called upon. A war broke on the opposing side. They needed his skill in fear that survival was utmost. Without time to think the archer grabbed his bow. His arrows and darted quickly in the direction the war has taken place. He quickly coiled arrow to bow. In repeated motion until none were left. A field of arrows covered the small space. War does something to a man. A brief clarity after the slaughter of contemplation. The shamans words dawned upon him like a snake. He darted to the shamans place in great discoverly. Finding that the shaman as well as his possessions were completely gone without trace. He darted back to the field. Searching through a forrest of arrow. A heart wrenching feeling stuck on his face. Guiding his way through the arrows he found a familar hand. Connected to a familar torso. A face stuck in agonizing eternity. The shamans words made more sense. Backing away from the body. Thinking deeply. Damning his hands. The thing that came as habit. He broke his bow in the reflection of his maiden's eyes. This war gone astray inside of him