Name: (No one knows my name until a bit later. For now, just The Shadow Rider.) Nyliara Killer Shadow. Before I tell them my full name, after the TSS, its N.K.S.
Senior/Apprentice: I technically have all the skills a Ranger needs. I know all of it, so I'm probably Senior, though I've never been in the Ranger Corps before.
Fav. Weapon: Longbow
I stumble through the forest, wounded. It's not a terrible wound, but its big enough that it's slowing me down.
I cuss. That thing is getting ever closer, no matter how fast I run.
Stumble. Fall. Get back up. Repeat a hundred times.
“Why doesn't it just leave me alone?” I growl. Glancing behind me, I see its gaining. Again.
I launch myself into a flip, and land on a tree branch. Shrugging my longbow off my shoulder, I take aim, and fire three arrows. They all hit their target, but the thing isn't dead. I've wounded it seriously, though. I shoot ten more arrows before it dies.
I jump down, to examine my wound. Nothing bad. I rummage in my pouch, and come up with Warmweed Salve. I put it on, and the pain dies down. It won't stay gone for long, but hopefully enough time for me to make it past the Rangers.
I whistle. My horse, Night, comes running. She is a black mare, with streaks of deep purple and red in her mane and tail. Her eyes are a beautiful blue-green. Everyone gets nervous around her, because she looks unnatural. She's beautiful and unique to me.
“Good girl!” I say. I feed her one of her favorite treats: Nightbolt. It's a herb, that can be used for poison, but its rare. Very rare, and very unique. Because it can be used to also heal poisons, even the poisons it can create. That's one of the reasons I named my horse Night. Her full name is Lightning Nightbolt. But I call her Night.
She nickers. I swing up on her back, without a saddle or reins. I grew up bareback horse-riding.
Night tosses her head, and I laugh. “Lets go, girl.” She takes off.
Night can run through almost anything: brush, plains, fields, forests, night, even rivers. She can't run on air, though. Too bad. I scold myself. Night is perfect to me.
Reaching the edge of the forest, I slip off of Night. “Run to the other side, Night.” I whisper in her ear. She rears, and bolts to the other side of the road.
Rangers everywhere look up. We're at the Ranger Gathering Grounds.
I see Will Treaty, Halt O’Carrick, and Gilan there. I know of them. Famous Rangers. I'm also famous, known as the Black Rider. No one's ever caught a real glimpse of me besides my horse.
Pulling up my hood, I flit across the road. Instantly, Rangers run to the road. They know its not a real shadow.
“Who are you?” Gilan demands.
I get in Night, and she rears up. I laugh softly. “All you need to know, Gilan, is I am either the Rangers worst enemy, or your best ally.”
The Senior Rangers step in front of their apprentices. “Aww, so sweet.” I say.
I lean over Night’s neck. “Let's go girl.” Night races through the Gathering Grounds, and into the forest on the other side. I can hear Rangers shouting, organizing a search/hunt for the ‘mysterious rider’.
I smile grimly. Let them come, I think. I'll be waiting.