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“An adventure?” Elnin asked Anya, his question apparently meaning to mask a secret moment between them in which they both seemingly remembered the same event at the same place and in such a setting, five hundred years ago.

With the smile from his memories playing across his lips, Elnin turned to Feran.

“Feran!” He exclaimed, appearing genuinely pleased to see him there. Of course it was just a display, however. Anyone knowing about him and Feran could tell what thoughts were going on behind his eyes; eyes that were not quite as smiling as his lips.

Elnin agreed on a lot of matters with Feran. He was a good man, and pleasant company. Plus, he had a lot of great ideas. However, this issue with animals always got between them, and perhaps this was the reason they never came to see the points that were common between them. For elnin, feeding the village was one of the responsibilities that had been unceremoniously dumped onto his shoulders.

Since their adventure five hundred years ago, people of the village had come to regard Elnin and Anya a lot more. They had become, in a matter of days, two people that most people admired and looked up to. Of course there was the initial comment about Anya's lack of sight in the beginning, but seeing her abilities, everyone had agreed that an Anya without sight would be even more useful, perhaps, than an Anya with sight. For Elnin, however, it didn't matter. Sight or no sight, he and Anya shared what most wished to share, and to keep the villagers happy, he had to hunt.

That would be what he would tell Feran.

However, deep within his heart, he knew that was not the only reason. Perhaps most of the reason, yes, but not all. The thing was, Elnin needed something to quicken his pulse, to cause his lips to press together, to cause adrenaline to be pumped into his blood. For that purpose, there was nothing as good as sneaking through the forest, chasing animals and then shooting them from the shadows. For Elnin, there was a certain thrill in moving through the forest, with only a talented few able to register his presence.