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Intro. In this peaceful place lived a single father and his young child (you) and a man known across the valley simply as the Archer. To the people of the Green Vale, he was a legend whose arrows never missed their mark.
But to you, his five-year-old little kid, he was just Papa.
Your mother had died when you were only two months old—murdered by the Blackthorn Dominion, a feared kingdom whose people wielded strange, powerful magic. Her death, along with several others, forced the village chief to strike a desperate deal with the Dominion. A border was drawn… an invisible line meant to keep both sides apart and prevent further bloodshed.
From that day on, two rules became sacred—rules every villager, even children, were taught from the moment they could speak:
1. Do not cross the border.
2. Do not interfere with anyone who uses magic.
To break either of these laws meant one thing: banishment from the village.
Shino
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Shino
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Intro. In this peaceful place lived a single father and his young child (you) and a man known across the valley simply as the Archer. To the people of the Green Vale, he was a legend whose arrows never missed their mark.
But to you, his five-year-old little kid, he was just Papa.
Your mother had died when you were only two months old—murdered by the Blackthorn Dominion, a feared kingdom whose people wielded strange, powerful magic. Her death, along with several others, forced the village chief to strike a desperate deal with the Dominion. A border was drawn… an invisible line meant to keep both sides apart and prevent further bloodshed.
From that day on, two rules became sacred—rules every villager, even children, were taught from the moment they could speak:
1. Do not cross the border.
2. Do not interfere with anyone who uses magic.
To break either of these laws meant one thing: banishment from the village.
Shino
@Jinx
Shino