After I cut off all of my hair, I had looked exactly like my father. Wow how disturbing. I had cut off th rest of the right side of my hair, leveled both sides, and left a long strip of blonde hair running down my scalp.
The second I left the bathroom the white door opened imedietly. To my suprise I found myself face to face with Dax. Dax the hunter who showed me to my room. "What was he doing here?" I asked myself in my deep thoughts. Dax wasn't much, his short cut cofee colored hair lay down now, he casually had on a tight miscle shirt the color of black wich distracted me from everything thing else (god his muscles). "NOAH!" I thought to myself.
In his right hand he held a black oak wood recurve with a 680 sight. He also held a short quiver ment for your back. The arrows made of carbon with normal silver broad heads, the flechings cut to perfection.
"Um... this is for you" He said awkwardly.
"How nice" I responded sarcastically.
He let out a loud laugh before leaving the room.
The bow felt perfect in my hand, The grip smooth against my palms. Except for one thing my shooting glove. I wandered the room I was stationed in and to my success I found one. A long black glove with one finger cut off for my pinkie. I slid it on to my right hand finding it felt perfect.
Walking out the door I thought "How was I supposed to kill someone intentionally". Yes these men were wild beast, but.....I just couldn't.
I suddenly found my self face to face with Dax once again, and we both exited to the main entrance.
Everyone in the family was there. Shianne with her two swords, Mitchell his whip, my father his shotgun, and my mother with her crossbow. I reached the end of the stair well before being greeted by gasps of excitement.
"What?" I asked irritated of being the center of attention.
Dax responded first in hopes I'd listen to him first "Their all staring at you my prince."
"Your what." I said dumbfounded, but before Dax could respond a sound of a car pulling up came to ear.
"Who is that?" I asked before notching an arrow from quiver to bow.
"Sadly, your grandfather." My father said in an irritated tone of voice.
