“You’re holding it wrong.” Pan corrected, retrieving the bow and arrow from you. He carefully aimed the arrow towards a tree. Firing perfectly towards the center of the thick bark.

Pan handed you back the bow and arrow. The material calloused to the touch; the bow carved by his own hands. “Try again,” he urged you.

The arrow fired and went right through his piercing the tree. Pan clapped his hands in congratulation.

“That’s how you shoot an arrow!” He hollered, his smile infectious.