A while later, Alex quietly moved from tree to tree as he muttered to himself about how unfair it was that he must be the one to hunt. When he saw a deer just a few steps ahead of him. With a single motion he had pulled an arrow from his quiver, nocked it, raised his bow, aimed and released.

Alex closed his eyes and waited for the sound of the arrow, however to his amazement when he opened his eyes the deer was still standing in the same spot. Although it seemed to be unnaturally still, then there was the arrow which had stopped two feet from the deer in mid-air. Feeling confused by the whole situation, he half-jokingly asked the deer, "are you doing this?"

"No, don't be silly, animals can not do magic, everyone knows that, if it had been a beast then maybe. I'm pretty sure most monsters can use it." Alex spun around to find the source of the mysterious voice being a young boy who seemed to be only a couple years younger than him. The boy had flawless skin, golden eyes and equally as golden hair, although the strangest thing about the boy was that he was sitting cross-legged a few feet above the ground.

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"Who are you?" Alex asked quietly feeling terror almost take him. He dropped the bow and drew his sword, then feeling more comfortable with the blade in his hand, he once more asked the boy; "Who are you, are you some sort of wizard, what have you done with the deer and my arrow?"

"O, now you're blaming me," The boy asked, shaking his head in disappointment "what's next you're bow or you're sword"

"What, no…" Alex feeling more and more confused about the boy, finally shaking his head, he almost growling out "ahh… just answer my questions"

The boy stood up still floating a foot from the ground, put his hands on his hips and proclaimed: "I'm the god Uro'nus creature of the world, lord of time…"

However outlandish that was, something deep inside him said it was true. "Okay let's say I believe you, what do you want?"

"Right, right." The young looking god said, then stretched himself and said, "It's time you reclaimed the sword that is your birthright."

"What sword?"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot, try asking my kids or followers, anyway bye-bye…"