It was a snowy day, Chiara's mother would been resting in her bed all day, accompanyed by a doctor as she would be highly pregnent
of Chiara, Father out hunting for tonight's dinner, it would have been a rather stormy day, Father would have been gone for several
hours already, Mother would have been grunting alright already her legs spreaded and sitting in almost the same position all day.
They heared a loud slam across the hall, following with a loud shout "Ahh! Back home!" Everybody scared for a moment, as it
would be father as he would enter the doctor and Mother would be kinda shocked, the father asking "Everything alright?" They
would both let out a nervous chuckle eyeing the father. Father chuckles having a few bunny's hanging on his back he walks over
towards the fire pit, letting the bunny's rest over the fire, letting it slowly get roasted, the room filling with the nice smell.
Mother would let out a loud grunt, the doctor instantly dropping down onto his knee's and looking in "There" Mother would almost
start screaming, the doctor would say a few things, trying to get her to push out the child as he would think that its time, mother would
starts pressing trying to get the child out of her, the doctor would start seeing a small part of a tiny head, he grabs onto it, attempting
to slowly slide it out of there, with a lot of struggeling and pushing the child would easily slide out, seeming as a rather easy birth.
The child got wrapped into a fine fur, keeping it warm as the house would be cold from the storm and snow.

A new day has been born, Chiara would be three years old now, playing on the ground with her wooden toys, mother cooking dinner
and father in his shed, Chiara takes hold onto the wooden figure's, playing with them in a rather silly and cute way, mother turns around
embracing its own child for a moment, smiling widely. The door would open father entering with a smile on his face holding a small
wooden bow that would be half Chiara her length, father slowly walks towards Chiara, smiling and dropping down onto one knee
holding onto the bow and offering it to Chiara she would slowly raise her eyes towards fathers, a rather cute smile would come up onto
her face, holding onto the bow and embracing it, father moves her hands onto his back, grabbing onto two wooden arrows, with blunt
a blunt end offcourse, mother would look rather suprised speaking "Matthew, the arrows are blunt right?" father chuckles, standing up and looking
at mother "Offcourse sweet heart." mother would nod, smiling as she turns around and continue with the food, father would hug her from behind
looking over her shoulder watching the food. Chiara would inspect the bow carefully her eyes jumping open and looking at its design. From this
point, Chiara thought to herself - "I wannabe-... Like my father." Chiara smiled to herself, hugging the bow as the day would continue.

Five years passed, Chiara would wake up, rubbing into her eyes and letting out a long yawn, her eyes slowly moving around the room
eventually staring out of the window, being yet another snowy day, she sighs slowly pushing herself out of bed, slowly dressing herself.
mother would walk into the room, looking at Chiara and speaking "Good morning darling." Chiara turns smiling widely and rushing into
her arms, hugging her tightly and saying "Good morning!" mother chuckles, letting her fingers go through her hair speaking.
"Ready for church darling?" Chiara nods, slowly releasing herself from the hug and taking a stepbackwards speaking "Let me just do
a few things mom." mother nods, turning around and leaving the room, Chiara grabs onto the bow placing the arrow into place, and firing
it into the wall as she smiles widely, running out of the room towards the hall. Father and mother would have been waiting, they would
go to church like normal. -Few hours later- Chiara and her parents arrive back home, father going to her shed, Chiara pulls onto his hand
asking if she could watch him, father looks at mother "Maria, Is that possible?" mother would turn around, looking at small Chiara and then
back up at father, saying "Fine-.... But only watch!" They both nodded and chuckles as they would run towards the shed in a playfull manner
father would show her alot of things, how he creates small figures up to creating bows, Chiara would have been watching with widden eyes
embracing the moments as she would try to understand as much as possible, up from polishing the wood to grinding and bowing it down
into a bow.

Volume 2, AGE 8 - 12

Ten year, Ten years of being on this earth, Chiara thought to herself well working in the shed, she would be sitting onto the ground a branch next
to her, she slowly picks up a grinding stone her father would have, slowly letting the stone grind onto the wood, making it a sort of bow
grinding it untill you could only see the inner wood, she would start at the tip starting from a small wide, slowly making it bigger and bigger
untill a point for a perfect handle, she would then get smaller and smaller, creating a sort of form for a bow, she then lays the wood onto
the bench, opening the door and running into the wood, having a rather small dagger into her hands she would walk around trying to find a
fibre plant, she would start chopping the small fibre tree down, taking out the inner bark of the tree, and taking it with her. the inner bark
would be a lot of strings, she would starts twisting the strings around eachother, creating a rather thick and strengthfull string, she would
take it with her to the shed, she would onto the wood, letting it support onto the side of her foot, she would attempt pushing it into a bowing
formation, attaching the strings onto both ends, forming a strong bow, Chiara would smile taking the bow and quickly rushing out the door
running inside the house and showing it to father, father would smile widely holding onto her daughter 'art' work, inspecting it carefully.
Father says "Wow, Chiara this is amazing!" Chiara smiled widely quickly hugging her father tightly, father smiled as he sets the bow onto the side
Father speaks "Chiara-... I'm sorry but bedtime now okay?" Chiara nodded, running to mother and giving her a goodnight kiss and then walking off
towards her room, cuddeling into her bed and falling asleep.

Another day has been born, Chiara at the age of eleven, sitting on the ground of the shed, letting her stone grind
onto a branch, going forward and backwards with sweat onto her head forehead, activaly grinding it, there would the
inside of a fibre bark next to her, and some other stones, a sharp one and a blunt one, she would have a blunt
stone in her hand as she would grind it ontop of the wood, grinding the outter wood off, showing the inside
the white strong part of the wood, she takes the sharp stone, laying the other one down, lets it slide along
the edge's, removing any sharp/hard parts from the wood, making it a bow shape. she would grasps
onto some beewax, soaping the partly bow full with the bee wax, she would continue to let it dry.
she would slowly let her hand run towards the fibre, taking it firmly into her hands as she starts
twisting the fibre into rope, she would make the rope tight, so it wouldn't brake, and would test it out
by pulling it really hard. As the bow would be soaked in the beewax, she would take light grip onto it
trying not to waste any wax, she would support the bow onto her feet, starting to slowly bend it into a
bow, she would quickly attach the strings to both end, spinning it tightly around the tips, making the
bow stay bend and act like a real bow, lays the bow down onto the bench, letting it rest. Chiara
would reach for small wooden sticks as she would sharp the edge, making a nice point on the end.

Chiara at the age of twelve, yet sitting in the shed with another piece of wood next to her,
the equipment next to her, the beewax ready, and a bunch of small branches ready to get turned into
arrows, father would be next to her smiling widely as he would look down at Chiara speaking "I'm ready
with the progress you've made in learning to become a bowyer." Chiara nods, slowly standing up.
father says "I'm gonna show you how to make iron tipped arrows." Chiara nods smiling happily, seeming
excited on whats going to happen. Father would take a piece of iron placing it into the forge that would be
heated up and ready to use, he'd place the iron with help from a sort of tang, he would lay it into the forge.
Waiting several minutes so the iron would be heated up, he'd then take it out and lay it down onto an anvil
he'd starts smashing onto the iron which would be thin and small, expanding the iron into a tip, making sure.
it would be pointy and neat, father nodded, Chiara would be staring at the piece of art with open eyes, Chiara takes
grip onto a small thinned piece of iron, taking the tang and pushing the piece of iron into the forge, waiting several minutes
like her father to let the iron heat up, she would proceed to take out the iron, laying it down onto the anvil and starting
to smash the iron flat into an arrow tip figure, father would watch carefully, nodding as she would do the steps.
Chiara would then throw water over the tip, making it cool down, fathers starts laughing speaking afterwards.
"Hun, you put the pit into the water, not throw the water over it" Chiara froze, looking at Father with as shocked
expression, father chuckled, petting her hair. The day would pass Chiara knowing how to make arrows now.

Volume 3, AGE 12 - 18

Fourteen, Chiara became fourteen, a small atlethic and energetic kid, after all these days of learning and spending time
in the shed to become as good as her father payed off, she is doing pretty well and craft good quaility bows and arrows.
But, bad luck for her. She also needs to learn how to write, and speak Swadian, her mother forced her and Chiara promised
to do it once she would reach a higher age, Chiara decided to do it. --First school day-- Chiara would be sitting in the local
church its place, a priest would be standing infront of the class, there would be a lot of kids since it is free. Chiara would
be sitting almost at the beginning, there priest would be walking around giving everybody a small notepad along with
ink and quill to write, Chiara would look rather bored up at the class watching for hours and hours onto the board.
her eyes rather rolling around the church then actually paying attention, the priest would walk up at Chiara, smalling his
hand down onto her desk, making a loud bang. Chiara would look up at the priest with a quick motion, rather scared and
awake again, the priest says. "Pay attention, you'll need it later." Chiara nodded still slightly scared of the priest, her eyes
now fixed onto the board on how to write Veagir. --- Hours would pass --- It would be dark outside, the whole day
learning have kept Chiara rather tired and bored alld ay, she would slowly leave her desk, leaving the notepad with
failed words and letters, chiara sighs sadly, leaving the church. This was her only day she could learn since this would be once
a month, the priester would walk up at Chiara pulling her slightly back, Chiara looked suprised at the Priest, the priest smiles warmly
looking down at little Chiara speaking "Kiddo, i've seen you struggle, and i know this is rather boring but i want to invite you, to come
learn more, i want to teach you how to write Veagir and speak Swadian, i see potential in you." Chiara would look suprised, her mind
processing of what just happened and not sure how to respond, she would simply nod, the priest answering "My name is Charlos, you are Chiara right?"
Chiara nodded again. The priest speaking "I will see you tommorow alright?" He would turn around speaking again "Same time!" Chiara would say
"A-...Are you sure sir?"  The priest nodded as he'd turn around again, i'm sure." Chiara would run back home, since it would be
rather dark, Chiara rather leaving to bed quickly.

Chiara would be sitting the church, eyeing the priest in the a bored way, supporting her head with her hands.
The priest would be talking about the Swadian language how to talk it and how it would work, explaining the alphabet,
and what her task is going to be, Chiara would look still looking bored sighing loudly. The priest turns around looking
at Chiara arching his eyebrow, Chiara would be drawing something in the notebook, obiviously not really intrested in
what the priest is saying, the priest walks up at Chiara, slamming his hand onto the desk, Chiara would move in a quick
motion leaning backwards and quickly looking up at the priest's eyes, looking scared. The priest lets out a brief chuckle
speaking towards Chiara. "Pay attention lady Chiara." she would nod rapidly, looking at the priest again, the priest would
walk back onto its place, starting to explain further, Chiara would take notes along the way, paying attention further more.
Not trying to be a pain in the ass, the day would pass, Chiara ending up sleeping and learning from the day.

Chiara would be laying on bed, her seventeenth birthday would be today, staring at the wall deep in her toughts.
It was a boring day, even though it was her birthday. Mother and Father would be sitting the common room.
Mother making dinner and father sharpening his knife with a piece of stone, Chiara slowly rolled over her bed,
yawning audibly and reaching for her practise bow in the corner slowly slide a arrow onto the bow and inbetween her
fingers, pulls the string back with the arrow, firing it against the practise target, Chiara gives a small smile, slowly
putting the bow back into place, slowly opens her bedroom door, swinging it open and walking towards the front
door of the house, grips onto the handle, pulling it open and shutting it behind her, would slowly walk towards the shed.
sighing loudly, proceeds to open the shed's door and enter, shutting the door behind her and locking it, to make sure
nobody would enter, grasps onto two books from the shelf pulling it towards herself and sitting down onto the ground.
One book would be a the basics of reading and writting, and the other one would be more advanced. Slowly swings open
the basic book, starting to read the whole book, the book she was holding, she have been reading it for two years already.
she knew the book already but continued to read it, making sure she wouldn't mess up when reading the advance book.
-- Some hours would pass. Chiara would close the basics book, nodding to herself and slowly slidding the
Advanced book towards her, slowly swinging the book open and starting to read it, she would do a pretty good job.
This would be her fifth time reading it, she kept reading it untill it would be dark outside, she would then close the books
and lay it back into place, opening the door and heading for the house, would open the door shouting to let her parents
know she would be home. "Heeeyyy!" she'd hear a shout back. "Welcome back!" Chiara reaches for her door opening it
and heading for her bed, undressing herself on the way and then cuddeling up into her bed.


Volume 4, AGE 18 - Current

Chiara would be twenty her female body would be developed and pretty wise for her age, Chiara would be sitting outside.
A bow on her lap and an arrow quiver next to her along with a big backpack, she was about to say good bye's to her parents
wanting to explore the lands and essentialy sattle down in a town far away, or perhaps close. Her parents would slowly walk outside
both aren't the happiest on the planet at the moment, Chiara would push herself up from the chair, quickly swinging both her arms around
her parents, the parents hugged her tightly back, mother would slowly start to cry, and father kept himself in only having watery eyes.
Mother would sob, talking with a sad tone. "Please take care over yourself darling!" father didn't say anything, smiling and nodding at her as
they both would backaway from her, Chiara nodded too both of them saying. "I'm sorry for leaving you both, but i want to explore, and not
only sit here and stare out of the window." Chiara's smile would slowly fade away, her eyes slowly getting watery but she would keep herself
from bursting into crying, on the background they would hear a horse slowly coming closer and appearing on the background, Chiara would
slowly turn around, looking at the horse caravan, the man on the horse would nod. "Good day ya'll."' Chiara smiles widely as she would
slowly climb onto the caravan cart behind the horse and man, she would wave at both her parents, speaking "Hopefully-... I'll see you later!"
Mother and father would hug eachother waving at them, totally speechless, the caravan would slowly start moving, Chiara settles the bow
in the back, and makes herself comfortable. The guy would slowly turn around, nodding at Chiara. "Alright first stop Reyvadin, second
would be Sargoth, The Praven, Suno, Uxkhal, Veluca, Jelkala, Halmar and as end Dhirim, this will take five years miss." Chiara nods.
Saying "I'm ready to protect you sir." The man nodded.


It would be a sunny day, they would almost be in Halmar four years would already have been past, Chiara would lay
in the cart, reading her books as she would enjoy the sun shining on her, her bow and quiver next to her.
The guy would twists his body, looking behind him and speak. "We are almost there." Chiara would tuck her books
into her backpack and slowly stand up on the cart, looking at the big city that would lay infront of them, she would slowly
lower herself down again, making sure everything would be ready as they enter, they would slowly enter the city, a ton
of people around them, Chiara would be curiously looking around, smiling as she would see all the people, the cart
would pull up to the market place, Chiara jumps off the back and helping the man unload his cart to set everything for sale.
After that she would crawl back up onto the cart and look after the stuff. Hours would pass Chiara getting kinda sick in her
head because of all the people and crowd around her, would lay down in the cart covering her eyes as ussual and waiting it
to be over, -- The whole day would almost pass, it would be night -- The day would almost come to an end, both loading
in the supplies that would be left and traded, the guy would climb back onto his own place and they would leave, to a nearbye
town, the guy knew the tavern owner there, on arriving they would store the horse with the cart and enter to sleep and continue the next day.