"Well, damn." That was the words he had chosen for his entrance into the forest, giving a seemingly harmless maple a quick kick. "Stupid fairies, witches, whatevers..." he mumbled to the ground, drawing a single arrow from the bag at his waist. The teen's bow followed, unhooked from it's catch on his back. He set the arrow, the bright fish scale coloring refracting rainbow light on the gloomy oaks. "I have a mission then, don't I?" he asked no one in particular as he plowed his own path, humming softly under his breath. He'd be dammed if some forest demon or whatever decided to lay wrath, he decided quickly, giving another tree a quick kick.
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