Martis (1)

opening chapter

Greystalker

I

It was the cat that convinced Martis.

Martis was gliding through the forest his soft boots making no sound. His bow was in his left hand holding one nocked arrow loosely. He had been a Hunter for the Krys Barony for five years. He was more comfortable there than in his village now.
In the forest he did not hear the whispers when he passed.
He had been born with coal black hair and bright blue eyes. On his back he had a birthmark in the shape of wings. The old midwife had declaired him as Fayborn.
The lore said that Fayborn would be among them every twenty to forty generations. No one knew why, but they would be connected with Faery in some fashions. Some would grow to be able to use the connection to use magic and had natural ability to ,master hunting, stalking, all manner off woodcraft.. He would master fighting skills younger than others.