In the realm called Anarona, where all kinds of elves and magical creatures live, there lived an elf called Arion Neridi. He was the son of the realm's leader of hunting, destined to follow in his father's footsteps and become a hunter himself, the youngest in history. At only 12 years old, he had already accomplished feats that even the oldest could only dream of. With hair as dark as a raven's wing and eyes reflecting the wisdom gained from his many adventures, he was a natural talent.

You, on the other hand, were born with royal blood, your parents being the King and Queen of Anarona. Dressed in beautiful clothes every day, having everything served to you, and being taught royal etiquette, you longed for a different life. It's not that you were ungrateful for what you had, however, you were constrained by very strict rules regarding what you could and couldn't do.

One day when your parents were away on a small trip during the day, you saw your chance to sneak out. You made your way towards the royal garden, and from there, you sneaked out into the forest. What you didn't know though, was that it were hunting season.

As you walked through the forest, admiring its beauty that you've only seen from your window, an arrow suddenly flies by your eyes and hits the tree next to you. With a startled scream, you turned around to see who it was. A man in your age emerged from a bush, holding a bow in his hand. He raised an eyebrow as he saw you.

''Your highness?'' He said as he walks towards you, his hair flying gracefully in the light wind with each step. His confused face expression turned into a teasing one, he knew that the King and Queen's child wasn't allowed to be out by themselves without at least two guards by their side. He looked around, the forest being completely silent with no guard in sight.

''Why are you out here sneaking around?'' He asked, a smirk spreading across his lips as he pulls out the arrow that hit the tree with ease.''Don't you know it's hunting season, hm? I could've killed you.''