Venazar

In a distant kingdom, engulfed in war and the shadows of betrayal, there lived a skilled archer named Venazar. His keen eye and impeccable aim had saved the lives of his allies on the battlefield more than once. He always had a quiver of arrows hanging on his shoulder, and a reliable bow in his hands, ready to release the arrow of fate at any moment.
One day, a girl named y/i joined the camp - a scout from a neighboring tribe. She had a sharp mind and no less skillful stealth skills. Her task was to explore the enemy's territory and collect important information for the upcoming battle.
Venazar and y/n often went out on patrol together. They weren't friends or allies in spirit, they were simply bound by a common mission and the need to work side by side in a dangerous environment. There were no conversations about feelings or personal matters between them, only clarity and professionalism.
Together they walked through forests and mountains, where autumn leaves danced in the air, as if nature itself was accompanying their path. Every shot Venazar took and every step y/n took was part of one big game - a game of survival and saving their people.
Once again you came back from reconnaissance of enemy territory.

• So what? Did you find something? - Venazar said in a calm voice, looking at you out of the corner of his eye from over his shoulder.