Kingficher

Oscar, a destitute young boy, died in a tragic accident and was reborn in the forgotten realm. As a member of the lowly Birch tribe, his solace comes from the fragments of a guardian's spirit, residing in his soul. After the decimation of his family in the hands of a powerful race known as the dreads, he embarked on the part of revenge, leading him to the path of transcendence.

The Arcane God

Oscar steadied the bow and released the essence arrow. It penetrated the left eye of the wild boar which fell over, and stopped moving after two rolls. Soon afterwards, the feather arrow released a white flash of light and disappeared. The longbow in Oscar's hand also vanished.

"That's a good shot, newbie." Maya and Yara jumped up and clapped their hands together happily.

The two girls ran in the direction of the dead boar followed by the rest of the group.

"Damn." Zachar shook the boar's body, and sighed. "Its, deader than dead."

"Oxcar, you're really good at archery. You must teach me when you have time." Yara said excitedly. "Okay?"

"Hmm..." Oscar pondered for a second and asked. "But why do you want to learn archery? Is your fireball not a hundred times stronger than my bow and arrow?"

The Little Things [I]