this elf was pretty good with the bow at an early age, he loved to train with hes father and he was really happy about himself. when he became older hes father passed away afterwards he only wanted to make up for hes fathers death. when he became better and began felling a little better but he developed a sort of fear of failing he always thought he was worse than everyone else and always wanted to be better. when he got 17 he was staying a place with hes friends when one of them dared him to hit a target long away he said yes and he hit right next to it he thought he was the worst person to ever hold a bow and he ran to the mountains. he found a place there and stayed there for a while and a couple years later when he was 20 he decided to come back to the town. and then he struggled to find a place to sleep so he had to sleep outside. a couple days go by and he is still practicing with hes bow a old man comes by and tells him hes pretty good at it he then decided that he was going to adventure.
What brings me here? what brings me here is success over my fathers death.
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