The Lone Bow: Prolouge =D

"Where am I? What is this place?" Some person laying on the ground managed to say. There was something rustling in the bushes. "Who... what? Who's there? Show yourself!" Said the man. He pulled out his bow, made of solid Oak trees, and he pulled out arrows from his quiver. These arrows were not ordinary arrows. They were made of opal, a rare gem. Then, the rustling in the bushes stopped. Something came out, and it wasn't an animal. What came out was acually an elf, and he was all dirty and look like he hadn't eaten in days. Elves are people who look like humans, though they have pointed ears and are expert marksmans with bows. "Oh my god!" the person said. "Are you okay, Mister..." "Elven. My last name is Elven. But most people just call me Elven at my village." said the dirty and famished Elven. "Well, my name is Michael. Come, let's go to my campground."

To be continued!

[Author's Note: As Spring Break is coming, I have found the time to make a new novel, called "The Lone Bow" and it will be a uber awesome series. I'll be serious this time and acually write this.]