Narrative Essay: Jimoel: The Day Of A Game

The morning was boring as usual for Jimoel. He woke up well before dawn same as always. He lit the candle next to his bed with a flint and a small nail so he could look around for his gear, once he was awake enough to focus. A few minutes later, his father started moving in the next room, and that was his cue to start getting prepared for his morning hunt. Putting on his deer hide coat and grabbing his short bow and the candle, he left his room.

"Hey, son, a bit slower than usual aren't you?" Jimoel's father said while smirking. It was a little joke between them. Whoever was slower would get picked on for the rest of the day.

"Only because I wanted to give you a head start, maybe you could have actually gotten some game this time," Jimoel replied with an equally large smirk as he walked towards his bowstring and quiver on the wall next to the front door. He grabbed his and his father's strings and sat down on one of the stools around the room. Once he has passed off the spare, he got to work stringing his bow. Within that minute, both had completed bows and were ready to go.

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He saw the deer on the other side of the clearing, too far to shoot for sure, but close enough that he could
I found something while tracking my deer," he announced while taking one of the books from behind his back, the book on neutral magic, and the dimly glowing spent reading stone. Smiling at the looks on their faces, he started to explain. "I missed the heart of my buck, so it ran quite far. It ran right into some cave out in the woods. The cave was amazing! It had this reading stone that wasn't used, and it had bookshelves full of books! I looked around and I found two beginner magic books, this is a neutral magic book and the other is a light magic book," he stated before staying silent to let them both take in what he had just said. After a few minutes of thinking, someone finally