Leon Valendro

Leon Valendro
A hooded man sits quietly upon a rock, looking down from the peak of a great mountain. His long brown hair sways as the air current passes by. He removes his bow and quiver from his back and place them by his side. He sits alone, with no one for miles close to see him. The faint sound of an eagle, and the rushing winds are only to be heard up on the peak. He crosses his legs, closing his eyes as he quietly reflects on his journey so far.

The Beginning
The only thing Leon remembered about his home village was that it was a big on farming. His parents, worked in the fields day after day. He had no siblings and received most of his parents attention when they weren't busy attending the crops. When Leon turned ten years old, he was playing around in the barn, talking to the animals and feeding them. He climbed up to the second floor of the barn and found a large rectangular box. It had his fathers initials on it and he opened it with haste. He found a very old wooden bow and five arrows. He also found, what looked to him as a bunch of circles, a bullseye target. His father happened to walk into the barn to check up on Leon and found him digging through his old trunk. He went up and kneeled next to Leon.
"You know what this is son?"
Leon shook his head, he ran his hands down the smooth wood and tightly bound string.
His father smiled,
"It's a bow. Here, let me show you how to hold it."
His father taught him how to properly hold it and even how to shoot one of the arrows. Leon soon became obsessed with the bow and came into the barn every day to use it. He set up the target and set up his shots, always hitting the third ring out of the six. He and his dad practiced with the bow almost everyday, and Leon seemed to have a knack for it.

A young prodigy
Once Leon had turned 17, he could of hit any target blindfolded. He was no longer hitting the target on the third ring...Oh, he was hitting it on the bullseye every time. His skill had increased, and he was better than his father previously was. The next step was to do something challenging. Leon decided to enter in his villages annual friendly rivalry with the other farming village about a mile away. These two villages held events to see which village was better, for bragging rights. The main event was all about archery so, Leon had to join. The date rolled around, and rumors spread about his talent, but only his father truly knew of his skill. Leon was matched against a rather short boy, but supposedly the winner every year so far from the opposing village. The first target was 50 ft away, easy for both of them. The trumpets blew and their arrows flew, both getting bullseyes on the target. The next target was 75 ft away, and they both scored bullseyes again. Leons opponent looked worried, he had never seen someone with such confidence against him. The next target, 100, then 150 and then 200. The target was moved all the way to 360 ft away, where it would be decided. Leon let go of his arrow and it cut the air in the front of it, cutting through the middle of the air, hurdling towards his target as did his opponents arrow. Unfortunately, his opponent wasn't good enough, and missed by 10 ft. His village rejoiced as they had finally won the archery event. The villagers lifted up Leon and carried him back home, as they cheered and drank to their victory.


Mother? Father? Where art thou?
As the village celebrated, Leon and a handful of his friends went off into the forest to celebrate themselves. They went deep within' the dense forest to come before a great hot spring. Leon and his friends mingled by the water and stayed around for a few hours before they began to head home. He was tired from the long day, and needed some rest badly. Unfortunately, Leon and his friends did not expect what was before them. A pillar of black smoke rose into the sky from where their village was. They scrambled to ontop of a small hill where they could see their village being burnt to the ground. Several men wearing all black road around with longswords and maces, trampling over their friends and family. Leon saw his mother run from their house, he wanted to scream out for her, but he couldn't. He was speechless as he watched the horrific slaughter of everyone he knew. His mother ran towards the fields as a horseback rider swept up from behind her, twirling his sword in his hand. He watched as the rider slashed at his mother and she dropped into the fields. He could see his dad in his burning house, the riders circling around it, throwing torches at the various buildings around. Leon turned away from the scene and ran back into the forest. He ran through it, traveling deeper and deeper, past the springs. He had never gotten this far before, but that didn't bother him. He only wanted to escape from what was behind him. He found refuge in a large hole cut into the very bottom of a massive tree. He laid on the floor as night fell...but...his nightmares prevented him from getting any real sleep.

With friends like these
As he woke the next morning, he was startled by two figures. They were rather tall and very sleek. Their ears also looked rather strange. He shook his head as he regained his scattered thoughts. Upon looks back up at the two, he realized that these weren't just any people....they were Elves from the secret village rumored to be somewhere within the forest. He had only heard stories, but he wasn't as excited as he wanted to be. They gave him a hand up, and spoke with him briefly. They took him back to their small village of elves and he explained to them his story. He decided to live with these elves for the time being... He figured that it couldn't hurt him, since these Elves were supposedly fast and agile, and he could use some help within those fields. He made friends with the Elven people quickly and began his training under one of the most renounced hunters in their village.

Completion
To be written