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The square remained silent.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
The bowstring was fully drawn.
The impossible weapon bent perfectly in the hands of a ragged fifteen-year-old apprentice while the strongest craftsmen in Ashkar stood frozen in disbelief.
Golden runes glowed along the limbs.
Ancient symbols awakened one by one.
The weapon seemed alive.
Breathing.
Watching.
Remembering.
And at the center of it all stood Kael.
The same boy the master carpenter had thrown from his workshop.
The same boy whose blueprint had been burned before the entire district.
The same boy everyone had laughed at.
Now nobody was laughing.
The old master carpenter stared at the bow.
His hands trembled slightly.
Not from fear.
From confusion.
He had spent fifty years building bows.
He knew every design ever created in Ashkar.
Longbows.
War bows.
Hunting bows.
Royal bows.
Yet the weapon before him was unlike anything he had ever seen.
The curves were wrong.
The proportions impossible.
The materials should not have worked together.
And yet…
they did.
Perfectly.
Kael slowly released the string.
The bow hummed.
A deep musical tone echoed across the square.
Not the sound of wood.
Not the sound of horn.
Something older.
Something stranger.
The crowd exchanged nervous glances.
A hunter stepped forward.
“What is it?”
Kael looked down at the weapon.
For a moment he seemed unsure.
Then words escaped his lips.
Words he didn’t remember learning.
“The Skypiercer.”
The square went silent again.
Several elderly villagers suddenly looked alarmed.
One old woman nearly dropped her walking stick.
Because she recognized the name.
The Skypiercer was not merely a weapon.
It was a legend.
A bow spoken of only in ancient stories.
A weapon supposedly carried by a forgotten guardian during the First Age.
A bow that could strike targets beyond the horizon.
A bow that vanished centuries ago.
Most people believed it never existed.
Yet somehow an orphan boy had recreated it.
The old carpenter frowned.
“How do you know that name?”
Kael hesitated.
He honestly didn’t know.
The answer simply appeared in his mind.
Like a memory.
Or perhaps something even older.
“I just do.”
The master’s unease deepened.
Then a loud voice echoed through the crowd.
“Move aside!”
Everyone turned.
A group of royal soldiers pushed through the square.
At their center rode Captain Varric.
Commander of the king’s archers.
One of the finest marksmen in Ashkar.
The crowd parted immediately.
Varric dismounted and approached the bow.
His sharp eyes examined every detail.
The glowing runes.
The layered horn.
The carved grip.
The ancient symbols.
Finally he looked at Kael.
“You built this?”
Kael nodded.
The captain laughed.
Not mockingly.
In disbelief.
“Then prove it.”
The captain pointed toward the mountains.
Far beyond the village.
Far beyond the forests.
Far beyond the river.
A tiny bell hung atop an abandoned watchtower nearly a mile away.
Most people could barely see it.
Varric folded his arms.
“Hit that.”
The crowd erupted into murmurs.
Impossible.
No bow could shoot that far.
No archer could even attempt it.
The challenge was absurd.
Exactly why the captain chose it.
Kael looked toward the distant tower.
Then down at the bow.
Something felt strange.
The weapon seemed warm.
Comforting.
Familiar.
As though it belonged in his hands.
As though it had always belonged there.
Slowly he nocked an arrow.
The square became silent.
Every eye watched.
Every breath paused.
Then he drew.
The bow bent effortlessly.
Golden runes brightened.
Wind suddenly swept across the village.
Leaves spiraled into the air.
Clouds shifted overhead.
The atmosphere itself seemed to change.
Even Captain Varric stopped smiling.
Something about this felt wrong.
Or perhaps…
important.
Kael released the string.
THWOOOOM.
The sound echoed like thunder.
The arrow vanished.
Not flew.
Vanished.
Moving too fast for the eye to follow.
The crowd looked toward the mountains.
Nothing happened.
Then—
CLANG.
The distant bell rang.
Clear.
Loud.
Impossible.
A mile away.
The entire square froze.
The captain stared.
The villagers stared.
The craftsmen stared.
The old master carpenter nearly collapsed.
Because nobody had merely witnessed a skilled shot.
They had witnessed a miracle.
The bell continued ringing.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Its echo rolled across the valley.
The crowd erupted.
People shouted.
Cheered.
Cried.
Several hunters rushed toward the tower to verify what happened.
Hours later they returned.
Their faces were pale.
The arrow had pierced the center of the bell.
Exactly through its heart.
That night the story spread throughout Ashkar.
The apprentice.
The impossible bow.
The shot no human should have made.
By sunrise, the entire kingdom knew his name.
And by sunset, someone else knew as well.
Someone dangerous.
Deep inside the royal palace, an elderly man studied a report by candlelight.
His name was Chancellor Mordren.
Advisor to the king.
Keeper of royal secrets.
And guardian of truths buried for centuries.
His expression darkened as he read.
Then he whispered a name.
“No…”
His hands tightened around the parchment.
“It cannot be.”
Because he recognized the description.
The glowing runes.
The legendary bow.
The impossible shot.
And most importantly—
the design.
The blueprint.
Mordren hurried into a hidden chamber beneath the palace.
A room no king had entered for generations.
Ancient records lined the walls.
Dust covered forgotten scrolls.
At the center rested a stone tablet.
Thousands of years old.
The Chancellor brushed away the dust.
And revealed an image.
A young archer.
Holding a bow.
The exact same bow.
The Skypiercer.
His face drained of color.
Because the archer looked exactly like Kael.
The prophecy had returned.
A prophecy deliberately erased from history.
One that spoke of the Sky Archer.
A guardian who would return when darkness awakened beneath the kingdom.
A guardian who would carry the legendary bow once more.
And according to the prophecy—
his return would signal the beginning of the Final Age.
Far beneath Ashkar…
something moved.
Deep underground.
Hidden beneath ancient stone.
Locked away for centuries.
Massive chains rattled in darkness.
Ancient seals flickered.
A low roar echoed through forgotten tunnels.
The prison was weakening.
Meanwhile, Kael knew none of this.
He sat alone beside his workshop near the forest.
The Skypiercer rested across his lap.
Moonlight illuminated the runes.
The bow suddenly glowed.
Softly.
Gently.
Then a voice echoed inside his mind.
Ancient.
Familiar.
Waiting.
You found me again.
Kael sat upright.
His heart pounded.
“What?”
The voice came again.
After all these lifetimes… you found me again.
The runes brightened.
Memories flashed.
Golden cities.
Flying arrows of light.
Ancient battles.
And standing atop a mountain—
a younger version of himself holding the same bow.
The realization struck like lightning.
The bow was not new.
The design had not come from imagination.
The plans had not appeared by accident.
Somewhere deep inside his soul…
he remembered.
Not everything.
Not yet.
But enough.
Enough to know one thing.
The Skypiercer had never been waiting for a craftsman.
It had never been waiting for a king.
It had never been waiting for a master archer.
It had been waiting for its creator.
And after a thousand years…
it had finally returned to his hands.
Far away, hidden beneath the kingdom, the ancient chains snapped one by one.
The darkness stirred.
The prophecy awakened.
And the boy everyone mocked for dreaming too big sat beneath the stars.
Holding the very weapon that history had been waiting to see again.
