Siegward

Siegward was an elf, adorning emerald-colored hair messily covering his head, with sharp brown eyebrows looking like small cuts above his purple-colored eyes. He was a seventeen-year-old kid, standing at 1.90 meters tall. Born in an elven village famed for producing the best scouts and sharpshooters the federation has ever seen, the village was situated on Forest Planet-43.

Ever since he was a child, Siegward spent every waking moment roaming the sprawling forests, honing his skill as a tracker, as well as his ability to shoot down targets from a distance using his bow. Siegward always believed that he was a literal bow god in his past life, seeing how good he quickly managed to become with the weapon. Winning countless awards and accolades from shooting competitions, Siegward was infatuated with the bow.

Yet Siegward believed that his true calling was awakened when he encountered his first tribulation, in the form of a giant beast, the devourer. One day, Siegward was resting his legs in a small creek situated a bit far from the village.

This was Siegward's sanctuary, having first stumbled upon the creek while escaping from an enraged Bark-Lurker, a large beast looking like a typical wild boar on steroids with roots jutting out of its back. Siegward was awaiting the beast in hopes of ambushing it, covered in the roaming giant's excrement with leaves sticking to him, he hid in a bush.

Upon noticing the Bark Lurker coming to its usual resting ground, Siegward loosened an arrow at the beast's neck, yet the sound of the bow's string hitting some leaves inside the bush alerted the overly sensitive beast. Quickly turning to the source of the sound, the arrow previously aimed at its neck hit its eye instead, piercing the extremity but not far enough to hit its brain.

The Bark lurker unleashed the roots growing out of its back at the bush, but Siegward was already running. Having failed in his hunt, the dejected elf found a mysterious creek flowing in a straight line for as far as the eye could see. Deciding he would rather wash off the grime and call it quits, Siegward jumped into the waist-high stream of water.

Yet as he was busy scrubbing himself off, he felt a strange energy seep into him, its source being the inconspicuous stream he was sitting in. He found out later that day, after asking the village elder, that the stream contained nature-attuned essence, which helps with rejuvenating the body as well as sharpening the mind.

Ever since that day, Siegward has spent his time bathing in the stream, strengthening himself. This was his secret spot. With no other elves to poke their nose in his business or scold him for his horrendous sense of humor (which Siegward never seemed to get, but he thought his jokes were awesome!), he could truly relax.

One day, Siegward was resting beside the stream when he heard a thunderous boom followed by an immense shockwave, uprooting some trees and carrying Siegward with them. Managing to regain his foothold, Siegward rushed towards the origin of the shockwave. Upon arrival, he saw a few other elves who were probably out in the area hunting, observing a large crater with a single blue-looking rock embedded in it.

The elves, being a cautious race, observed for a day. The next day, the elves, now gathered in droves with Siegward among them, decided to send their elite hunter to investigate the blue-colored five-meter-tall meteorite. Dropping down into the crater, the hunter moved to touch the surface of the meteorite. Yet upon touching it, Siegward noticed the hunter turning into a heaping pile of ash.

The surrounding elves, now vigilant and no longer as relaxed as they were moments ago, drew their weapons, arrows nocked towards the meteorite. The blue-stone like boulder shuddered. A lava-like glow spreading from its center all the way to the sides. Crack-Crack, Siegward saw the brimstone colored meteorite start to exhibit cracks along its surface. Nocking an arrow, Siegward loosened it onto the boulder. Upon landing inside one of the larger cracks now adorning the rock's surface, the boulder began to shudder. A roar unlike any they had ever heard before rumbled out from whatever creature was contained within. Rupturing Siegward's eardrums, already standing at a presumably safe distance of three kilometers away, atop one of the broken trees lined along the crater. As the disturbing sound died down, with a final shudder, the meteorite exploded. And out from it stepped a devourer. Siegward had never believed they existed, only depicted in stories and tales meant to scare young elves from straying too far from the village.

The frightened elves began shooting their bows, letting their arrows loose.

Siegward will forever remember the scene, as if he was experiencing an epic retold by the ancient elven chief. Arrows rained down on the massive Devourer like a hailstorm. They fell upon the creature with a fierce intensity, striking its tough scales with a series of sharp cracks. The sound of the arrows hitting the Devourer was almost deafening, and the sheer volume of them falling upon it made it seem as if the very heavens themselves were unleashing their wrath upon the beast. Despite its size and strength, the Devourer could not withstand the onslaught, and it eventually succumbed to the barrage of arrows, collapsing to the ground with a mighty thud.