The Chosen

Part 1
As I walked in between the tall tree's of Firnal Forest, the morning dew clings to my boots and a chill settles over my skin. I followed a boy. I am not sure who he is, he looks like a simple hunter, brown breeches, white tunic, and leather jerkin. He carries a bow and quiver of arrows, he looks capable and strong. He has dark eyes, black hair, he always looks calm but calculating.
I marvel at his bow, the workmanship was exquisite I have never seem a bow to its equal. I follow him because I want to hunt, and be more capable. I have tried to teach myself, but I didn't even know the fundamentals which means in others words I am terrible. So maybe if I watch him I can learn a thing or two; I have followed maybe four times and he still hasn't caught me yet, its bound to happen but I'll take my chances.
As I noted once again how he held his bow my thoughts drifted. I am from a land known as Talenisha, its history is long and gruesome. There had once been fifty small states that were united and were as one. But war broke out among them and the land became full of chaos and carnage. Each state warred with each other and built weapons to slaughter their enemies.
By the end of what to us is called the Great War the population had been cut in half. The survivors gathered together and proposed on what to do in this helpless situation. They decided to destroy all technology, say it was the downfall of mankind. They wanted to go back to the Old Ways; they built a new society called, Talenisha which later became the name of our entire land. While our own country had been fighting, other countries too fought and were completely wiped out. Talenisha is the last standing civilization except for the Outsiders. A group of exiles who live beyond our boarders; our Queen, Lantenal, has served us well and worked hard to protect us from the Outsiders.
CRACK
My mind resurfaces and I turn around. The boy is looking at me, he knows I have been following him, this is embarrassing and I will probably get sent to confinement. Which believe me you don't want to do.
"Who are you?" He asks stiffly.