Oh! Hello there.

I see you've taken an interest in a story of mine (which means if you're reading this, I've actually found the time to post something). It might also mean that as a result to my work you've taken it upon yourself to learn a thing or two about the interesting author behind it, yes? Well then, I apologize now for wasting your time. My life is, and always has been, perfectly normal, thank you very much. I started climbing trees when I was two, learned to handle hunting knives at age five, shot my first bow at age six, learned to drive when I was seven, had a pet falcon when... Wait, that's not normal? Whoops! My bad.

Moving on, apart from what's already been said, there really isn't much to tell. I'm a professional archery instructor (next to my two other, less exciting jobs), I am a half blood nerd on my mother's side, and I share the same name as a figure of royalty from a famous fictional book series. My hobbies are more or less thrown all over the place but nothing beats a good story in my opinion.

Due to my love of fantasy, there are those among my friends (yes Joscollia, I'm referring to you), who are under the impression that I am an elf. Now, despite the fact that I can understand their confusion, being the tall, blond, tree dwelling, wilderness wandering archer that I am, I would like to state once and for all that I am neither Sindar, Silvan, Noldor, House, or any other type of elf for that matter. No, I am not immortal either, and I have not been around for centuries. I can assure you that had I been alive that far back in time, then it would have only taken one arrow to pick off Hitler.

Anyway, I do hope you enjoyed the story you just read, and if you are a fellow reader and writer like myself, than I bid you a good day and wish you all the best, and remember: once in a lifetime doesn't come twice.

Cheers!