3rd of Fall, 509 AV
Owen was pleased to finally have a day or two to rest. He had enjoyed his time sailing and now knew why shoreleave was so important. Being home gave him time to reflect on his journey and what the future would hold. Sixty days he spent at sea. Sixty days of not being able to shoot a bow. At least his father had taken care of it while he was gone. Picking it up, Owen began to examine the curve and grain of the wood. A rush of memories flooded his mind.
"Son," his father bellowed, "grab your pack we are heading out." It was Owen's ninth birthday and his father was taking him hunting. It was becoming an annual event with the two. Since the age of five, this day for the past four years have been one of the best days in the young boy's life.
"Father," Owen began to ask in a young voice, "where are we heading this year?"
"The wilderness," he replied.
Owen shook his head. He knew where they were heading. It was always the wilderness. He just wanted to know where. As he looked to his father to justify his question, Owen the smile that graced his father's face. They bothed laughed. He loved this time.