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*Strolls in with a cup of hot tea* Hi everyon— it appears I have some catching up to do.. XD Sorry for my absence, but I have Returned!!
anyway…

Yarrow

Yarrow notched an arrow and ran as swift as the wind toward the fight. But before he could release his projectile, everything faded into purple mist.
The sense of floating only lasted for a second before he slammed into the ground.

”What on earth?” Yarrow lay gasping for breath. When he stood, the mist was gone, and so was the room the fight had occurred in. Instead, a cold marble hallway stretched between Yarrow and a set of stairs that disappeared upwards. He grasped his bow—which had thankfully been spared in the crash, along with his quiver—and made his way down the hall.

Yarrow silently climbed the stairs, wondering what came next. Nothing prepared him for the shock that stood before a carven door. A mirror image of him, looking to be the age of his father.

“Come on, don’t be afraid of yourself.” The man grinned.

Yarrow approached cautiously, a smile slowly forming. “Are you who I think you are?”

“You at an incredibly young age? Yup.”

Yarrow snorted. “You must be as old as father.”

Future Yarrow mock scowled. “Hey, be polite. I’m scarcely one hundred, for your information.”

“Goodness, you must be married or something. Ew.”

Future Yarrow rolled his eyes. “You’ve got a lot to learn. We’ll start now. Any questions?”

“Not really. I like surprises. Any advice though?”

“A lot of things that could keep you out of trouble. Like, for example, stop playing pranks on Julia. However, as I know you’ll ignore that, I’ll give you a more important tidbit. When you’re finished with the Quest, hurry back.”

Yarrow caught a flash of something on his future self’s left hand before the man disappeared.

“Wait! I have a question now!” He yelled, half choking on laughter. “Who? I must know!”

When no answer came, Yarrow pushed open the door and entered the room where the rest were gathered.