It was late at night, the landscape flashed past his eyes as they reflected in the window of the carriage.

All he could see was the city flashing past his greenish eyes as he rambled on.

‘College is taking too much time...”

Little by little he turned towards the front of the carriage where he saw only a few people sitting and just as he was distracted, little by little he felt tiredness coming through a yawn that made him wonder what time it was.

From his pocket he pulled his cell phone and raised it above his face, turning on the screen and it was only a few minutes before 11 pm.

For a brief moment he was distracted by seeing his wallpaper, there was a photo of him when he was younger, with his short brown hair and wearing simple clothes.

Next to him there was also a tall and thin man, with black hair and green eyes, next to a slightly shorter woman, with brown hair and eyes closed with a smile, among all of them there was a girl with black hair who looked like being in movement at the time of the photo, with only a blurry image of it, and being able to see green traces that seemed to be his eyes.

The boy continued to see the image that seemed to be a family photo taken from a portrait that kept him thinking.

‘It’s been four years.’

His thoughts flowed as he squinted at the image, until the carriage stopped moving and surprised the boy slightly.

Looking back, he saw that the carriage had stopped and then moved, picking up his backpack and getting up in a hurry to get out of there.

The entire route was already known and passed quite quickly, he paid the ticket and proceeded to the subway exit, still holding the cell phone in his hands as he thought.

‘I better hurry…’

The exit from the metro was via a metal staircase that led to a bright but still empty street.

He walked down the stairs calmly and put his cell phone in his pocket, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and putting his hands in his pockets as he walked home.

The environment was silent and it was only possible to hear his footsteps being taken on the street as he rambled.

‘It’s been four years and they still haven’t found anything. I think they just gave up and forgot to tell me.’

His expression showed a slight irritation as he rubbed his already tired and dark circles eyes.

He walked down the street, until he felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket and the screen glowed slightly.

Again he pulled out his cell phone and saw the notification, which was a message that was nothing more than a Facebook memory that reminded him of his birthday.

Through the notification came memories from years ago through photos of his family, however, the memories stopped after his 14th birthday.

It was a simple message that was reflected in the boy's eyes, who just took a deep breath and sighed without changing his expression.

He quickly turned off the cell phone again, rubbing his eyes as he thought.

‘I didn’t notice time passing...’

As soon as he raised his head, he realized that he had arrived at the building where he lived.

Looking up for a few moments, he saw that it was a simple and somewhat dirty place, but he had gotten used to living there because it was relatively close to the college.

Soon after, Oliver took a step forward and opened the door, entering the building and already seeing the flight of stairs that he used to climb up to his room.

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The entire path was covered and he arrived in a corridor with some lights off, he quickly took the key out of his pocket and managed to unlock the door, entering the place.

Even in the dark, he would find the switch and turn it on, making the room lights come on.

The room was very simple and spacious, there was a glass window that overlooked the street and next to it a desk full of books scattered around it.

In the corner of the room there was a simple single bed in which he slept, but he soon saw something that caught his attention.

"What is that?"

He wondered as he saw a cardboard box on his bed with a message stuck to the top by stickers.

Oliver looked curious and walked to the bed, stopping in front of the box and seeing that there was a sticker on it that said.

- To: Oliver... From: ...-

In the place where the sender should have been, there was only the blank and slightly dirty part, it looked like the name had been erased or at least written later.

Still staring with doubt while frowning, he thought.

‘Don’t you have the name of the person who sent it? I didn't even know I could do that...'

He continued to stare at the box suspiciously, but soon let the backpack fall from his shoulder and straight onto the bed as he continued to look at the box.

Oliver opened his backpack and pulled out a pen, squeezing the top so the tip emerged.

With the pen in hand, he immediately inserted the object into the opening where only the stickers were located, opening a gap so that he could tear it open and stick his fingers into the box, then opening it.

He was almost certain that there would be some stupid prank in that box and he was already preparing himself for what would come as he rambled.

‘I didn’t order anything online. Someone must have bought it.’

Cardboard flew across the room as the boy quickly ripped open the box, even the light entered the gap, showing an object with a strange shape that made him lower his eyebrows.

After leaving it completely open for light to enter, he saw objects in front of him.

A quiver of arrows, a wooden bow with wind symbols engraved on it along with a rope and at the end under both objects there was a green fabric, similar to a cape that caught your attention with light green details.

Many emotions and thoughts were going through Oliver's head, until he walked away seeing the box and said with a frown and a still confused smile on his face.

“What’s that supposed to be?”

While his eyes were still getting used to what had arrived, he raised his eyebrow when he saw a piece of paper that was underneath the bow and quiver, making it possible to see that it was something similar to a letter.

Oliver pulled out the sheet and noticed that there was something written in a curved hand.

“It took me a while to find you, when I saw it, I couldn't believe it was one of the descendants of the King of Thieves. In the end, only you will know how to use it correctly... something big is coming and a war will start soon. As a descendant of Robin Hood, you will need to prepare for her... it is your duty.”

It was the message conveyed by the letter that Oliver was reading, his previously surprised expression gradually became just confused while his brow continued to frown.

“Maybe I didn’t understand the joke, who would spend so much to do something so lame?”

With both hands he crumpled the letter and threw it on his bed next to the pen as he headed to the bathroom, thoughtful.

‘They bought a bow and arrow, they must have sent it wrong. I don’t think anyone would spend that much to make a joke, so just give it back tomorrow, whoever it is.’

In an instant he would forget the letter while taking his shower, taking off his heavy college clothes and putting on simple pants and a black t-shirt, leaving the bathroom with the towel still under his hair.

As soon as he returned to his room, he would see the arch again and think.

‘Does this work?’

Oliver questioned himself as he stared at the bow, slowly bringing his hand to it and picking up the quiver.

When he played, he felt that the objects were well-made, the bow was light and seemed somehow resistant, while the arrows they pulled seemed light and even though he didn't have that much knowledge about them, he still noticed that they had enough weight to carry them. be thrown quickly.

With the bow in his hands he saw the string and the arrow.

“If I had knowledge, I could say that it is a clear work of mastery.” Oliver smiled a little more calmly as he positioned the arrow. “I think it’s here.”

He positioned the arrow on the line, even without knowing if it was right, just feeling that it was the ideal position for it.

Pointing the bow forward, he then pulled the arrow with the string and stood aside.

His body moved and adapted, leaving the hand that pulled the arrow at his chest as he pulled as hard as he could.

Oliver felt his hand tremble slightly due to the force he exerted when pulling the arrow, he was looking at the wall and felt confident in case he fired.

But soon he relaxed his posture and said:

‘I better avoid trouble, I don’t want to pay for this.’ Soon after, he calmed down and returned the arrow to its original position, removing it from the bow and leaving both arrows and bow next to the bed while he thought. ‘If I have time tomorrow, I’ll call the post office and ask them to return it.’

He saw the cloak still in the box and pulled it out, seeing that it looked like something to wear and then turned to a mirror in his room.

‘Robin Hood didn’t wear a cape, did he? If it were a black cape I could be Zorro or Batman...'

Oliver positioned the cape and threw it behind his shoulders.

In an instant, Oliver's consciousness seemed to begin to fade and soon he saw his reflection in the mirror, already wearing the cloak while his green eyes seemed clearer and brighter.

Soon an excited smile appeared on his face and as his view went dark, all he could see was his hands picking up the bow and quiver that were on his bed, until everything went black.