Story Introduction Writing

A lone figure stood among the brush of a dense forest. In his hands he held a bundle of something wrapped in blankets. He was waiting for something, and had been waiting for almost three hours now. The cool wind blew up inside his cloak and sent a tremor down his spine. Loud forest noises filled the night air. The bundle stirred. The man rocked the bundle in his arm then held it close to him, for the warmth of both him and the small baby inside. He had tried so hard for the good of his son. But he couldn't bring him this time. No, not this time. He will have to give this burden to his sister. His wife had died the night his son was born. The man tried not to remember what had happened that night. There was a sudden rushing in the foliage ahead. "Athena?" he called for his sister. "Athena, are you there?" He was answered only with the thwacking sound of a bowstring and a sudden thud of a object hitting his shoulder. He screamed in pain, almost dropping the baby. Another noise came from the brush. A laugh. His hands were no longer carrying the bundle. Then all was quite. It had all happened so fast. The man choked back blood. The arrow had pierced his heart. "Kallum!" he coughed "Kallum, no!" Then all was black.