The Archers

The Archers

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mié, jul 18, 2012
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There is a trail between the community and the high school the students use to cut through. Joan Morgan walks this trail every morning to get to school. A short walk, with nothing exiting in between it besides trees and dirt. Today however, something feels off for Joan. A feeling that grows the further she goes along. Midway she sees it. A small path that breaks off from her normal one. A path she has never seen before until today and one only she can see. Curious, Joan follows the path and finds at the end a booth; one looking much like the old wooden ones found at a carnival. Standing behind the booth is a peculiar looking man; tall,rail thin and extremely unpleasant, he calls himself the registrar. “Are you here to register?” he asks her, shoving a clipboard and pencil into her hands. “Register for what?” Joan asks him. The Arcogon; an archery tournament between six competing sectors, two competitors per sector, that goes for six days. Joan’s partner, Jonathan Parker, has already signed in an hour ago. Jonathan Parker is the good looking jock who goes to her high school, the one who probably doesn't even know she exists. Six days, six challenges; each challenge more difficult than the previous one, ends with only one sector standing as the winner. “Keep to the rules in the arena, that’s my house. Outside of it, the rules don’t apply…” says the head advisor. Joan has no problem following rules, but some of her competitors do. Focus and aim is the key to this tournament, Jonathan tells her, but how does Joan focus with her crush at her side? And how can she win if she's never even used a bow and arrow? It seems Joan has quite a few challenges ahead of her in this game, but Joan was never one to back down from a challenge.
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Allen Walker(NOT FROM D-GRAYMAN), a 13 year old boy with a dream to become a warrior, just like his Father Argon Walker. And 4 childhood friends will gather together and reclaim what was once theirs. Wonderful tales about adventures and battles against the Empire of Gallamine... But this was not one of those heroic times. The messenger was a soldier of the King, bearing a Blue cloak with a Gold insignia of the King, The Mighty Blue Dragon, on his hands. Allen's mother covered her face with grief and ran inside the house. Allen wanted to cry, but he kept a brave face. His lower lip wouldn't stop trembling. As he extended his hands for the cloak, the messenger unveiled his hoodie and underneath was his Uncle Waller with tears and red nose. Allen ran and hugged him. Not letting him go, thinking he too would suddenly disappear. "Allen... Please take this inside." Said Waller, "I will come back when we have done the ceremony for his burial." Waller kneeled down with his arms extended, offering Allen his fathers cloak. "But... Uncle Waller. What-" I started crying, but kept a brave face. "I understand Uncle *Sniff* I will be brave for the family and Mom." I took the cloak from his hands, and something clicked inside my head. A voice came through to my head, more a whisper than a normal voice. Uncle Waller stood up and walked away. I embraced the cloak, my tears falling on it, as I remembered my fathers scent. "I don't know what happened... But I promise you this Father, I will find the person who did this to you, and make it pay for taking you away from our family". I swore with anger burning in my heart. "I must grow strong, just like Father, Uncle and Grandpa... I will become The strongest Warrior there ever was, you will see Father..." I walked back inside the house. "Allen... You have promise..." Said the whisper, "I will help you grow strong, and get Revenge..." Said the voice with sadness, "You are a very special Kid".

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