Ros had spent the last eight months roaming the wild untamed wilderness western of North America. Artemis, his aunt, had spared no opportunity to instruct and challenge Ros, determined that he would be ready when the time came.
Artemis, being so closely tied to the moon, trained Ros almost exclusively between dusk and dawn. By night Artemis taught Ros to move in the shadows, to track and evade, to strike at the opportune moment, to essentially be a true hunter. By day Ros was often left to his own devices which for the most part included sleeping and eating, although on occassion Artemis would give him challenges to complete while she was away. Ros had a couple of hours left, until dusk, to complete his most recent challenge. Artemis had led Ros to a clearing just before dawn and told him that a buck had passed through this clear three days previous and Ros had until dusk to find the buck and end the hunt. She handed Ros a hunting knife and bid him luck, then vanished behind a tree.
In the waning daylight, Ros finally spied his buck and crept downwind from tree to tree, not making a sound. The buck, busy rubbing its magnificent antlers on a tree trunk, did not notice Ros’ silent approach. Ros stood five feet from the buck, his hunting knife in hand awaiting the perfect moment, the shadows growing steadily taller. Ros had gathered his legs beneath him to spring from concealment when a blazing light leapt from the trees to his left. The buck, startled by the sudden, bright light, sprang away from Ros’ hiding place seeking a place to hide.
Allan stepped from between two trees shining like the Sun itself. “There you are son, I’m very glad to see you’re well. The twins and your mother and I miss you terribly. I wish you never had to live this life, and you could avoid… well, regardless of the life I wish for you, here you are. Terrible things are happening Alexandros, and I need your help”.
● ● ●