Chapter 1: The Marksman

The wind blew the leaves lying on the ground. The forest was quiet. Horace Truefire stood as he listened to the sounds of the forest. 

Horace had spotted a deer. He pulled out his pistol, aimed and fired. The gun shot echoed throughout the forest, the deer laid dead on the ground. He approached it and carried it home. 

When he arrived at his cabin in the woods he laid the deer on the table and laid his knife beside it's dead body. 

There was a knock on the door. Horace readied his pistol and opened it. There was a note pinned to the door with an arrow. Horace knew it was important, so he closed the door and locked it. 

He opened the letter and it read 

"Horace Truefire, of the Elven race. You are called upon by the Great Hero, Trevor. You are one of the chosen few. Your skills are needed to rid this world of the evil brought by Errinor, the Dark One. He has escaped the Void realm and is coming after the Council of Rozanne. The fate of the world is in your hands. 

~Trevor, the Hero of Myste." 

Horace threw the letter into the fireplace and grabbed his weapons and left his cabin. He is headed for the city of Rozanne.