The Super Avatar of Equestria

I will be telling my story in first person from when it started to when it ended.

Waking had always been a drag to me, but today was different. Today was my tenth birthday. I growl as I pull myself out of bed. I got up, and put some clothing on. I didn’t care what I looked like to others. I was just trying to follow the rules of ‘No being naked when you’re awake.’ Dad was the one to give me that rule.

I open the door to my room. I was the one who chose where I got to sleep when I was five years old. I chose to be in the basement. I walk out into my boy cave, and grab a controller to my ps2. I put in my favorite racing game, Ford Racing Two. I played for a few hours until the sun came up. When I was able to see the sun glaring off of my TV’s screen I saved the game play, and shut off the console.

I walk over to the door that led to the stairs. I walk up the stairs since I never closed the door to them. I had made it all the way up, and saw that it was my turn to make breakfast. I smirk knowing that this was a joke my mom plays on me every year. I only fell for it twice, and now I just put a post it note on the calendar saying good try mom.

“Good morning Mistyc.” My dad says as he walks into the kitchen.

“Morning Dad.” I reply to him. He smiles, and hands me the sheet of paper with clues on it. This sheet of paper was like a scavenger hunt, but what I had to find was my gifts that I received from my family. I usually received one gift from at least six other people from my dad’s side, and got two from three on my mom’s side. He told me on the first try of this game that if I didn’t find all of the presents that I would get to try for them again in a week, but they were moved.

I looked over the list to see that there was a surprise gift if I found all of the gifts this year. My eyes grew wide at seeing this. Dad gave a good laugh when he saw my expression change.

The last time I was aloud to get the surprise gift was two years ago when I basically wished for something that was very expensive at the middle of the year. Last time’s surprise gift was a pellet gun that was a revolver, along with a BB gun that was shaped like a mini Barrette Fifty Caliber rifle. I looked at the first clue to see that I needed to use my previous marksman tools to get to the presents this year.

“Hey Dad, where is the area this year?” I ask him. He smiles at me with his goatee stretching around his mouth.

“Where do you think has the most green and life around here?” He asks me. This made me pause for a second. The only place that had both of those things was…

“The forest, as in your forest?” I ask him. Dad was a forest huntsman. When he bought the land for our home he also bought twenty square acres behind the house as well. The first four years he lived in this house was spent making his forest. He had permits to have wild animals in his well kept forest. He kept the predators fed, as well as the prey. He had tripled the prey than the predators, because he also used the prey as a source of meat for our home.

Every Sunday he would go into his forest, and bring back a dead dear, or a few rabbits, and sometimes even fish that he had shot with his arrows. I smile at him, and run out the back door.

“Ah, crap I left my guns inside.” I told myself. I jog back into the house, and went downstairs into my room. I pulled my BB rifle off of the rack I had in the back of my closet, and put the strap on it, so that I could carry it on my back. I grab the holster for my pellet revolver, and strap it to my waist. I put the pellet gun into it, and grab all of my spare clips and ammo for my guns. I ran back upstairs and right into my Dad’s arms. He gives me one of his death hugs, making my back pop. I hug him back.

“Thanks Dad.” I tell him. He lets go of me and smiles once more.

“Get going. You’re burning daylight.” He tells me. I nod and burst back out to the backyard. I saw the elaborate gate that Dad had built into the electric fence that he has all the way around the forest. I could hear the hum of the power running through the cables. I wait for a few seconds before Dad turns off the power from inside the house. Once I was through the gate he turns the power on. I am startled by the short but audible crackle of electricity as it makes its way through the cables. I pull my pellet gun out of its holster, and start to load it.

I had practiced with the guns every chance that I was given. I was able to load the fifteen pellets into the revolver in thirty seconds. I pull the hammer of the gun back into place. I click the safety off before I put the gun back into its holster. I pull my BB rifle from over my shoulder, and put a clip that held fifty BBs in the slot of the gun hearing the click that held the clip in place before I brought my hand up to the bottom of the magazine, making it get pushed all the way up to the loading mechanism.

I knew these guns inside, and out. I had taken these apart, and put them together numerous times. I pull the bolt back, and then push it forward, putting a BB in the firing chamber. I give the gun three good pumps which would allow the BB gun to have an accurate range of one hundred and fifty feet. If I shot something at close range it would break the skin.

I pull the clue sheet out.

“Alright let’s see here.” I say to myself, “Under the highest is the first clue. Highest what though?”

“Maybe the highest tree or boulder?” I ask myself, “I’ll try for the tree first.” I look for a climbable tree. I find one a few yards away, but there was something in front of it. The foliage was blocking my full view of whatever was there. I pull my rifle up to see through the scope.

“Now what do I have here?” I ask to yet again myself. I saw one of the few predators. It was one of the black panthers that Dad put in here. I look closer at the big catlike predator.

“Really Dad? You just had to get one of your pets to guard the gift, or next clue.” I complained. I start searching for a way to make the animal move. I see a small flask that Dad hangs from the trees so that he always had water that was drinkable.

“If I remember right those are made of steel, and are a half inch thick just incase an animal does get to it.” I say as I line up the crosshairs to shoot the flask. I check for wind, and find that there is a slight breeze from the east. I adjust my aim, and squeeze the trigger, and hear the loud release of air that propelled the BB down the barrel, which was bored to give a spin to the BBs making the gun even more accurate. I hear the familiar ringing of mettle on mettle. I duck down when the panther perked up at the sound.

I pull the bolt back, and ready another shot. I move over to a nearby tree to hide behind it. I aim at the flask again, and adjust my aim with the wind, and new length of range. I pull the trigger and am rewarded with another hit on the flask.

The panther was now up and moving towards the sounds it was hearing. I look for a farther target to get its attention farther from the item I needed.

I spot a small pile of pebbles that were over a large rock. I reload the rifle, and line the sights up once more. I shift to aiming a bit higher than the small pebbles. I pull the trigger and miss. I take another shot, and miss once more, but this time I saw where the BB went. The wind had increased. I readjust my aim and pull the trigger. I smile when the pebbles fall from their small perch.

The panther heard the new set of sounds. I smile as the item was now unprotected. I put my BB rifle back over my shoulder, and pull out my pellet revolver.

“First rule of the forest,” I start to recite my father’s rules for his forest, “Never let your guard down, not even when you know you’re temporarily safe.” I had by now walked right up to the item I needed. I open the small box, and see a small index card.

]i[Good job Mistyc, you were able to get the next clue to your first gift. The next clue is still the same just with a bit more. Under the tallest birch... Good luck son. Is what the small card said.

“Under the tallest birch. Hmm, well birch is a type of tree, and he only planted one of them, I just have to find it. At least I know the general area from previous trips with Dad.” I reference to myself. I look for the small box once more, and close it back up. I start to the western side of the forest to find Dad’s birch tree. I was walking with my pellet gun at the ready. Dad had bought me the spiked pellets so that if I do have to shoot my way through a predator then I at least had a chance to injure it and get away.

I made it to the center of the western woods, and started searching for the tree. I looked in dullness at the scene before me. Dad had made the howler monkeys stay in the tree. I could see one of them had the box that held what I needed. I holster my pellet gun and pull up my BB rifle. I load a BB, and pump the gun ten times. I could now kill one of the monkeys if I couldn’t get the box, which I knew I couldn’t without getting bitten and scratched. I feel the wind on my back. I lay prone in the shrubbery.

I set up the bi pod that was attached to the front of the gun, and line up my shot.

“I’m sorry little monkey.” I say as I aim for the monkey’s head. I pulled the trigger, and watch the small mammal fall from the tree dead. I sigh as the rest of the monkeys leave the tree, hopping off into other trees, or running on the ground. I walk up to the dead monkey, and pick up the small box it had near it. I open it to see a silver ring with tribal carvings along it. I put the ring on my right thumb, since it wouldn’t fit on any of my other fingers. I take the index card out of the small box.

Great job, I know you hate taking life, but sometimes it is necessary to do so. The ring you have been given is my family ring. My great grandfather made that ring, and passed it to my dad when he was your age. My father gave me the ring, and now it’s yours, so take good care of it.

Your next clue is on the sheet. Good luck son.

I put the card back in the box, and close it. I take out my sheet of clues.

I am above a small ocean…

Now I was utterly confused. Above a small ocean. What in the world does that mean, the only body of water in the forest was the pond.

“Oh I see what you did there Dad. A small ocean, you mean above the pond, clever.” I say as I put the sheet back in my pocket. I start heading south east, for the pond was the closest thing to the house. I smile at the easy clue, but it was a little misleading at first.

I’m going to skip ahead to the last gift, since this is really dull, and unneeded.

I was filled with joy as I could see the last gift, and it was just out of my reach. It was held up by a branch that was in my way, but was too small to climb on. I look at what was holding it above my head.

“Really? You just had to use a freaking iron pole.” I ask as I see the cursed pole. I had to try to knock it loose from the pole, since I had seen this trick before, and knew that the pole was just magnetic, and was holding the box out of my reach.

“I could try to shoot it loose, but I only have a few BBs left, and I ran out of pellets thanks to that stupid hawk that had grabbed the last gift. Maybe I could use the walking stick grandma Mona gave me.” I say as I jump back down to the ground. I put my rifle on the ground, and picked up the walking stick. I slowly made my way back up into the tree.

I was at the previous branch, and I held onto the trunk of the tree as I reached out to the box, and got a good smack on it. I then start jabbing at it, for I didn’t want to break one of my gifts.

The box falls from the pole after six jabs. I jump down, and land doing a forward roll to minimize the pain of the landing.

“Finally, the last one.” I say as I kneel down in front of the box. I flip the box over so that it was upright before I opened it. When I first saw the box I was surprised by its size.

“I was wondering what you were going to be.” I say as I pull a bamboo training sword. I smile at this. I start on my way home, partly was because it was getting close to sundown, also partly because I had gotten all the gifts, and was wanting the surprise gift.

I made it home after a couple hours of travel, and sneaking. I pushed the button on the gate that told whoever was in the house to let me out. I hear the small hum of electricity die, and I open the gate, walk into the backyard, then close it. A few seconds later the hum and crackle of power flowed through the fence and gate once more.

I walk up to the back door to my house, where mom and Dad were waiting for me. Dad was smiling at me, while Mom looked relieved.

“Hey Mistyc, how did you do?” Dad asks me. I give a great big smile.

“I got every single one.” I tell him. I show him the various gifts I had gotten from my family.

“And did you get hurt?” Mom asks me as she hugs me.

“No, but I had to kill a few animals.” I tell her with my saddened voice. She gives me a reassuring squeeze before she lets me go.

“As long as you’re okay.” She tells me.

“So what did you deal with?” Dad asks me. I yawn before I could reply.

“Well, there was the black panther at the first gift. A stupid hawk that tried to steal the fifth gift, and a howler monkey that I had to shoot to get the second gift.” I tell him. He nods.

“Well, I guess since you got all of the regular gifts this year, your Mom, and I, will have to keep to our word and give you the surprise gift.” He tells me. I perked up at this with a twinkle that was surely in my eyes. Dad chuckles at my reaction.

“Come inside, and we’ll get it for you.” Mom tells me as Dad opened the door. I let Mom go in first, otherwise Dad would have been disappointed with my manners, and follow her into the front room.

Our home was normal sized. We weren’t too wealthy, but we did have enough to have a few privileges. I sit in my chair Dad had made for me. It was a wooden rocking chair that could recline. He had carved it just right so that you wouldn’t be uncomfortable from sitting on it for too long. Dad walks down the hallway into his room. He is holding a long box that is wrapped with him when he returned.

He sets the present down in front of me. I look to both of them to make sure, and they both chuckled, and nodded.

I tore the wrapping away a bit slower than I would have a couple years ago, so that I could saver the moment. When I had all the wrapping paper off all that was left was a large ebony black wooden box. I tried to open it, but found that it was locked somehow.

“Why is it locked?” I ask my parents.

“It is a puzzle case that I made for you. I did this so that you would have to work a little to get your surprise.” He tells me with a warm smile, “All you have to do is find four sliding pieces on the surface, and unlock it.” I nod, and start to look at the grain in the wood.

I couldn’t see any breaks, or cuts in the wood, so I start to softly slide my hands over the case. I found one of the slides, and I heard a mechanical click come from the inside. I start sliding my hands over the smooth surface once more.

I found three out of the four in a quick two minutes. I just couldn’t seem to find that last lock slider. I start to add a bit more pressure to my fingers when a piece moved. I look where my finger was, and found a small circle of the wood had been rotated. I look up to Dad with a confused look.

“The last lock is a rotating puzzle.” He tells me. I look down to the boxes out of place grain, and noticed that the grain in the circle didn’t match up in several places.

I also noticed that the big circle of wood had smaller rings inside of it. I start to rotate piece after piece trying to line up the grain.

I had lined up the grain of all four rings, and I heard the last lock open with a lot of small mechanical whirs and clicks. When the sounds finished the box pops open about an inch, and I lift it the rest of the way open. I literally squeaked with utter astonishment when I saw what my Mom and Dad had given me.

I slowly lift out the long wooden stave of the Avatar Aang, from ‘The Last Air Bender’ movie. I stand up, and look to my parents with pure delight.

“How did you even get this?” I ask.

“It was all of us,” Dad said, “The entire family pitched in to get you this one gift.” Mom continued.

“Does it work?” I ask them. Dad laughs at this.

“No, but it does have the glider wings.” He tells me. He motions for me to hand him the stave. I give it to him. He presents one side of the stave to me, and pushed a small square piece of the glider into itself.

I jumped a little as the wings of the glider sprung out from the sides of the stave.

Dad closes the wings up, and hands it back to me. I happily took it, and pressed the recess myself, and giggled when the wings popped out once more.

I lay the stave up against a nearby wall, before I tackle hugged my Mom and Dad. Dad laughed as I did so, and Mom gave an audible ‘Oof.’ Dad manages to pull me off of him, and his wife, before ruffling my golden blonde hair.

“Now, I suggest going to bed, so that we can go to breakfast in the morning.” Mom says to me. I give a true smile before nodding, and taking my stave downstairs with me, but I had no intent on sleeping. When I got downstairs, I closed the door to the stairway.

I walked right into my room, and turned on my computer that my cousin Nicole had given me when she got a newer one. I launched Google chrome, and went to my home page. I was on Fimfiction.net for a few more hours reading clop fics for a few good hours before I heard a large boom come from the ceiling. I jumped, and ran for my closet, taking out my pellet gun, and reloading it. I grab my Army knife that my cousin Zack had given me after he retired from the forces.

I slowly headed upstairs with my knife in my left hand held in reverse so the blade was coming from my pinkie’s side of the hand, and my pellet gun in the other. I held them in a tactical style that Zack had shown me before departing for a foreign country. I had my pellet gun over my knife with the blade pointing away from me. I was shaking badly, knowing if someone had broke into our home that I wouldn’t be able to do anything.

I was very slow to move around corners, for modern warfare on Ps3 had taught me well. I was very slow when I turned the next corner, since it was where the crash was heard from downstairs. I saw that my Dad had his compound bow out with one of his steel arrows pointed at a masked man who had a revolver. I saw Dad glance at me before returning his gaze to the man. I slowly crept up behind the man until I was a foot away from him.

Dad kept the man in a standstill by aiming at his head. I slowly pulled my knife back, and plunged it into the man’s lower back, right next to his spine, and twisted the blade, before kicking out the back of his knees. The man whirled around, and smacked me in the face with his gun. My vision was very fuzzy after that. Dad had released his arrow, but missed, and the man turned, and shot at Dad. I saw my knife in the man’s back, and kicked it farther into him. He screamed in pain, before he turned to me.

“You will pay for that you little shit!” He snarled at me. I raise my pellet gun, and aimed for his right eye. Although my vision was blurry, I could still aim down the sights of my pellet gun.

“You don’t have the balls kid.” The man told me. I just kept the sights on his eye.

“No, he doesn’t,” I hear my Dad say, his voice was weak, “But he will try to anyways.” Dad’s words gave me hope.

I didn’t dare look at my father; for I knew what I would see would immobilize me. I looked into the stranger’s eye.

“Don’t m-m-m-move.” I tell the man. The man laughed at me.

“Or what?” He asked. I pulled the hammer of my gun back, and glared at him. He froze, but laughed again. He shakes his head.

“What makes you think that toy could hurt me?” He asks me.

“B-b-because I know h-h-h-how t-t-to use it.” I tell him. He laughs at me.

“Kid, what makes you think that you can do?” I just pull the trigger of my pellet gun at a rapid pace, and multiple times. I didn’t have to pull back the hammer of the gun, but I did it on the first pellet anyways.

The man roars in anger and pain as me sharp pellets pieced his eye, and his skin wherever I shot him. He was bleeding from a few holes on his skin, and I ran out of pellets.

“You will pay for that kid.” The stranger stood up, and an arrow that was gold was protruding from his chest before he could do anything. I look up to see Mom had shot the man, but was bleeding badly from a wound on her chest.

“Mom!” I yelled as my mother fell to the floor next to my Dad.

I scrambled up to them with tears falling down my face.

“Mom, Dad, will you be okay?” I ask my parents, Dad coughed up blood, and looked me in the eye.

“Mist… I need you to remember… You will always… have us with you…” I hear him wheeze out.

“Dad, I can fix this.” I tell him.

“Mist…listen to me… in our room is a… hidden panel in our… family’s creed book.” He told me, “Inside it… is a number… this number is for… a man that will help you. His name is Jinkan. He is an… Asian man that… helped me in the… war. He will care for… you, until… you can… live on… your own.” I was sobbing into my hands, but was listening to his every word, carving it into my memory.

“Tell him… the wolf is… in the… mists. He will know… what to do. He will come for you… in a… helicopter at the… most northern part of… my forest.” I nodded to my father who was growing weaker by the second.

“Mist… I love you… so much more… than you… know.” The last word was a silent whisper. Dad’s eyes started to loose their shine to them.

“Dear… I also have… to tell you… something.” I hear my Mom say as she drops the bow she had. She was lying against the wall next to my Dad who was gone now. I looked up to my Mom, and she was holding out her right arm. I gently accepted her hug.

“You… have power in… your blood from… my family. We are an… ancient tribe… that are… telepaths. I was going… to unlock… your power… when you turned… twelve, but… I won’t live that… long.” She tells me, “I’m going… to unlock them… now, but I will… die when… I’m done.” I was crying into her good shoulder, but nodded anyways.

“I… love you… my night’s… Mist.” She says before she lets go of me. I back up a little. She smiles with tears coursing down her cheeks. She brings her right hand up to my forehead with pained groans coming from her. I flinch at her touch, but let her rest her palm on my forehead.

“You… will learn… how to use… this power… over time.” She tells me as my head starts to get very light. Mom kisses my fore head, before she slumps down onto Dad. I just look at the Stranger that was behind me. He was still breathing.

My head was no longer light as my anger turned to full on rage. I feel my mind enter the man’s head. I start tearing his mind into shreds. I hear his cries for mercy from far away. When I was done I blacked out.

I woke up in a pool of blood. It was now daylight outside. I slowly get up into a sitting position, and look at my parent’s corpses. I feel a tear roll down my cheek, but my sorrow was gone. I had been with them in my dreams last night, and had slowly accepted what had happened.

I stand up, and start towards my Dad’s room with unstable steps. The door to their room was up against the wall on the other side of the room. I walk over to my Dad’s bookshelf, and start to remove books from it to open the small safe behind them.

Dad’s family was heirs to a legion of paladin knights from the olden times of this world. I had the safe open, and was looking at the book within. I slowly reached in, and pulled it out. I stumble over to Father’s desk, and gently lay the book on it.

Memories of when Dad and I streamed in my mind, reminding me of how he would spend a night with me each weak, and read to me from this book. I turned to the back of the book, and looked over it for something that would give me a clue as to where the hidden card was. I close the book, and look at its cover, and binding.

“Where would you hide it Dad?” I ask him, even though I know he wouldn’t answer. I open the book once more, and skim through the five hundred pages to look for the clue.

I looked at the back of the last page where my Dad had written a message in our secret language. I was the one with the idea for the language, but Dad was the one to help me make it. We had named it after me, and it was called Mistycian. The message was written with different characters from many different languages from the Earth.

I read the message with ease, since it was my own tongue of course.

Mist, if you are reading this then the worst has come to be. I am sorry that me or you mother can be there with you, but I hope you understand. The card you are looking for is in side the binding of this book, for it is a fake if it came from the safe. The real one is in my bow’s secret compartment that is above our bed. You should be able to open it with your BB, or pellet gun, since it needs to be pushed up for it to swing open. I know that a half pump on you BB rifle will open it, but if it doesn’t throw your pellet gun at the ceiling, and hope that the panel isn’t stuck.

If I have been killed by someone the panel will be open until you get the book from it. I trust you know what to do from there.

I must tell you a secret about your bloodline from me. The paladin knights that you come from have a special connection to the moon. You can ask for its help when you need it, or you can ask it to heal others, or pretty much whatever you need, except bring the dead back to life. The moon’s light can heal most injuries, and cure most ailments. The book will teach you, along with the help of Jinkan to learn how to use this ability. As long as you follow the rules in the book the moon will stay with you.

When you are done reading this, gather your gifts from your past and present birthdays, and call Jinkan. He will answer in your language, so you will know if it is him or not. Only speak to him over the phone with Mistycian, otherwise I am afraid that you will be hunted by my old enemies.

Your Mother and I lone you so much more than you knew. Jinkan will teach, care, and treat you well. He is strict, so be patient, and follow what he says to a ‘T’. I will be with you when you make your connection to the moon. Your Mother will be with you when you learn to use your telepathic powers.

Be careful Mist. Never forget my forest’s rules, for they will help you always.

Never let anyone tell you otherwise, and do what needs to be done. We will be watching over you until you join us. We love you Mist. May the moon shine ever down on you.

I was crying after I finished, but didn’t pay heed to my sorrow, and went into my Dad’s bedroom. Like he said in the message the panel was open, and I could see the book in the small space. I notice that Dad still had his bow, and went back out to his dead body.

I kneeled down in front of him.

“I’m so sorry Father. I would like to have your bow, but I need to know if you are going to allow it.” I say as I reach for his weapon. I could feel Dad’s presence in the bow, and it was a positive feel. I grab the bow, and unstring it. I wrap the string around the bow before I place my hand on his quiver. I could feel the positive touch from him, so I grabbed the quiver of arrows as well. I put the quiver in my back at a slanted fashion so that the ends of the arrows were over my left shoulder. I look over to my Mother’s quiver, and place my hand over them. I feel the positive presence, and take the arrows, and put then into my quiver. I walk back into my Father’s bedroom. I stepped up on top of his bed, and used the bow to move the book out of its place until it fell to the bed. After the book was out of the space the panel closed itself. I bring the book into the other room where my Father’s desk was.

I set it by the other book, and saw that the real one was deep silver, while the other was a dark blue. I pick up the blue book, and tear the binding off of the spine, and watched the card I needed fall to the desk. I picked up the card, and set inside the first page of the silver book.

I walk back out into the hallway where the bodies were. I flip the stranger’s body over, and pulled my knife out of his back. I wiped the blood onto the intruder’s clothes, and took my pellet gun that I had dropped with me downstairs.

Once I was downstairs I walked straight into my room. I was trying my best not to break down into sobs of pure sadness, and sorrow. I walked over to my closet that held all of my birthday gifts from previous years. I grabbed the giant camo hiking back pack, and threw it onto my bed. I then grabbed all of my gifts, and took them out into my room, with a bout six trips of doing so.

I took the clips to my BB rifle, and put the maximum amount of BBs into all of them. I had twelve magazines that were fifty BBs full each. I load one into my BB rifle, then reload my pellet gun. I put pellets in all of the speed loaders for my revolver, and put them into an army pouch my cousin Zack had given me when I was five. It was a full sized belt like tool that had several different pouches and pockets. I strapped the belt onto me, it was as tight as it could go, and it stayed on me. I put the speed loaders into a pouch that was by my left thigh. I put the twelve magazines into a larger pouch on my left side that was below the speed loaders.

I take the five packets of pellets I had, and threw them into the hiking pack. I put the sixty thousand extra BBs in there as well. I put my knife into the sheath that was on the belt. I put my Father’s book into the hiking pack. I put on my camo trench coat that my cousin Luke gave me when I was nine.

I proceeded to put my belongings into the pack, or various pouches. I had a twenty pound back pack, and had at least seven weapons, real or training, on my back.

I walk upstairs with the thoughts of my parents heavy on my mind. I had the card with the phone number to the man named Jinkan.

I picked up the phone, and typed the number. I hear the ringing of the phone before I hear someone answer in my language. The voice was deep and raspy.

Quick A/N: I am not going to derp around with translating a made up fracking language, so sue me.

“Mist, is this you?” I hear the man ask.

“Yes, the wolf is in the mist.” I tell him. I hear him sigh.

“I will be there in three days time in a black and silver helicopter. Do you understand little wolf?” He asks me.

“I will be there at the lift zone. I have gathered what I need, and will be there. I understand everything with precision.” I reply to him.

“One question before I leave for you. How old are you?” He asks.

“I just turned ten yesterday when my parents were killed.” I tell him with deep painful sadness in my tone. I hear the man sigh once more.

“I will land in your backyard then, and we will have a makeshift funeral for them. I… I am sorry. Solaris was a… if not perfect than damn near it kind of man.”

“I will be here waiting for you.” I tell him.

“I am leaving now. I will speak to you soon little wolf.” I hear the man say before he hung up. I just put the phone down, and walk out into the back yard. I pull my bow out and string it.

“Might as well learn how to shoot.” I mutter to myself.