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Current Date: September 11, 2058
Character: Silvanus Thorn
Race: Elf – Forest
Age: 46, physically about 25
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
In the before-life—a term I started using not long after we’d settled here when it finally sunk in that this place was safe—there were times when I would go out with the hunters. It was not my primary task, which was always keeping him safe, but every now and again, they would allow me to join them, as though perhaps they needed help in feeding others. I think they did that when they found bigger prey to hunt and needed an extra pair of hands to bring it back home.
Some of the hunters were so self-centred that even now when I think about these things—which isn’t all that common—I can’t help but shake my head a little. I can’t help but wonder just what it was that went through their minds. I’ve seen some hunters take aim, but then lower their bow, muttering under their breath that it was the prey’s lucky day and that it might as well just consider itself that much—I think that they were just unable to get themselves to kill something that looked as innocent as these preys did.
That’s just the way I see things, I know I could be wrong. I know that of the times I was out there with them when we saw the huge, slithering predators, no one wasted time muttering under their breath about luck. Aim was taken if the slithering one was big enough and everyone joined in on trying to get the right shot.
This particular part still makes me shake my head. Even now I can’t understand how anyone can think that the best way to kill a predator is to gang up on it. I’m sure that in times of war, this might have been the right answer, but this wasn’t war. Hunting was a game of precision—to me, it was a game of precision and patience. You took your aim, you ensured that your aim was as good as it could be to get to that one vital spot that would get it down the fastest and then you took your shot.
Too many arrows into an animal at once would just lead to that animal bleeding out most of the time and that attracted predators like nobody’s business. I could never take part in the group shooting and I was only ever brought in twice to see it happen. I helped in dragging the thing back home, or as was, I helped in carrying the piece I was handed once it was chopped down, but I never shot at it. They already were doing that just fine on their own.
I’m not trying to brag but I feel as though that the hunters in our community were lacking. As though somehow, they hadn’t really been taught to do their job the way they should. They hadn’t been trained to perfect their aim and kill quickly. None of them ever managed a killing shot on the first try. At least, of the few times I was around with them and maybe that’s why I feel that way. I don’t know if there were others with the hunting parties while I wasn’t invited, after all.
But one hunter more or less in a party when the vast majority were such terrible archers wouldn’t change a thing in the long run. It made me wonder just how well we were managing to survive but then I also remembered that meat was fairly uncommon, we survived a lot on nuts, fruits, vegetables, and fish more than anything else and I was never asked to join the fishermen, especially since they had to go such a long way to get to the water of the fishing spot.
I still go out to the range every so often. It keeps me sharp. I know I could possibly go out to hunt and bring food back for myself and even maybe Zacc, but I was never a hunter, not in that sense. I was his protector and I have no desire to mutter to myself about how these preys have to have a passing thought about their luck as I lower my bow without shooting my arrow. That’s a foolish way of going about things and I want none of it.
I go to the range, and it’s interesting to briefly talk with the others who also come in. It’s interesting to exchange tips and tricks and to learn just how differently we all think about this sport of ours—it is a sport at this point. I don’t need my knowledge to keep myself safe, but I’ll never just stop; this is part of who I am, and I am just right the way I am.