The Hooded Figure

A musty wet cloud of deadness was all about the chamber as a hooded figure stepped into the chamber. In the middle of the chamber was a huge fountain. The fountain had a mysterious glow that came from the ceiling. The hooded figure stopped just before the fountain, confused about which path to take for there were four paths in any of the four cardinal directions. The hooded figure came to it stopped and turned circles in his mind about which [path to take. The figure decided to take a short nap and decide in a moment.

Argo came from the west hopping from branch to branch with no difficulty at all. Suddenly from the corner of his eye came a streaming bolt of white magic bound for his torso. Argo stopped mid air turned bring an arrow to his bow with one single motion. Flinging the arrow at his target and saying a few magical words to enchant the arrow to pass right through the target of his. The target let out a howling scream as the arrow caught it in the chest.

“Well done Young Master.” came a voice in side of his head.

“Tis but target practice!” hey Argo said back.

“I want you to report back at my quarters within the hour. Do u have a problem with this?”

“No!” he said in an exasperated voice.

Argo continued on his travels to the City of Elves. Soon dropping to the ground to continue on foot to the City of Elves. Within the hour Argo was back in his masters quarters.

“Master Arros I’m back!” yelled Argo when he reached his masters tree.

“For a Moon Elf you are very good in the trees of Earth.”

“Thanks. It comes naturally to my family.”

“Take some rest your sister will be back within the next day.”

As the hooded figure awoke to find himself next to the fountain still, he was dieing of thirst. Seeing the fountain as the only way to get water the figure cupped his hands to form...