Archer sat cozily on the beach, basking alone in the sun. He was now used to being alone since his father was killed by an elven raid. But he wasn't alone. He figured that out as he saw a pale, scrawny boy in shorts and a long-sleeve t-shirt dive into the water after booking it across the sand.

Archer stood, moving into the water and sitting on a half-submerged rock. And as this boy resurfaced, Archer spoke.

“You seem excited!”

The boy's eyes snapped open, his head quickly rotating back. The pale boy didn't seem to know what to say; all he could do was croak, "I-"

Archer chuckled warmly, his smile beaming like the sun rays that scorched my skin. He dove in, splashing the boy with cool water, though he didn't move, just watched him resurface and smile at him again.

“I'm Archer!” he said happily, swimming closer to the boy. “How ‘bout you?”