A majestic buck looked up from his place, his nose exhaling vapor. It was a rather chilly morning, with the sun just barely up. The forest was eerily quiet; not even the usual morning birds whistled out their call. A little farther north of the buck, a girl stood on a large rock, a bow in her hand. Her eyes were wrapped with a black bandage; her face turned towards the animal. The girl, Sunny Yeum, removed her coverings, her eyes still closed as the black cloth slipped from her hands and to the leaf-covered ground. The wind suddenly took change, blowing upwind. The buck snapped its' head towards the human scent, its large eyes round. The hunter and the hunted made no sound or movement.
Suddenly, with a motion Sunny had practiced for years, her fingers reached down to her right leg, pulling out an arrow from an attached quiver. The buck bolted into action, quickly fleeing. Her eyes flew open, catching sight of the running animal. The buck, running away from her, seemed like it was right in front of her. She swiftly placed the bow and arrow in position, pulling back hard on the string with ease. With a snap, the arrow sliced through the air, meeting the bucks' lungs. Sunny watched the buck fall down onto the ground dead.
This would be her last hunt in this certain forest. It would be her last kill and her last morning of being just known as Sunny. Ultimately, after her last hunting tournament win, a hero known as Red Arrow had contacted her and her foster parents. 'An offer' he had said with a deadpan face. 'To become a heroine.' Sunny had doubts in joining the league; scared of being away from home and from her usual crowd of friends. Would the other heroes and heroines hate her? Would they find her strange? However, after much deliberation and urging from her foster parents, she had finally agreed.
To be known as something more than just the ‘girl who can shoot well’ was a goal she had longed to achieve. So Sunny willingly let herself be registered as Falcon; which was the only name she could think of at that time.
The very next day, Sunny was given a variety of ‘trick’ arrows to become familiar with. It was cool; she admitted that, because now she could actually do stuff. Over the next week; she had practiced with Red Arrow, which was exciting because he was a very good shot and could actually fight. They had only stopped after her 20 minute limit was up. She would curse, scream, and pout when her eyes burned and refused to see. She didn’t cry because of the pain, but because Sunny felt so restricted. But then she realized, wouldn’t joining the league mean that it was possible for her to cure her ‘blindness?’ Possibly.
And she somehow regretted the choice she had made. A few days later, Sunny was gripping the wall and trying to find that zeta beam with much difficulty. The black bandage was once again wrapped around her eyes. Sunny was dressed in a simple black t-shirt, skinny jeans, and the fingerless gloves she always wore. Her hair was pulled up in a high pony tail, and she carried a duffel bag that contained her loved bow and trick arrows. She cursed under her breath, aggravated by her lack of control over her power. If she could just be able to see, then she wouldn’t have so much trouble. Sunny could only hope that she wasn't late for the meeting. After a few more minutes of intense cursing, she finally found the zeta beam. “Recognized, Falcon C-08.” Then she heard the voices of several teens. Four? Five? All she knew was that she didn't recognize anyone.
Sunny felt herself turn cold as she blankly just stood there. With a slight cough, she cautiously stepped forward a few times, and turned her head to the direction of the voices. Her lips pulled up in a grin as she greeted the others. “Hiya.”