Healing Green Wood Longbow

Healing Green Wood Longbow, its limbs stained the color of fresh moss, gleams with a thin coat of dew and a whisper of resin that smells faintly of pine. The grip is wrapped in fine, worn sinew, and the leaf-vein carvings along the riser catch sun and shadow in a way that makes the wood seem to breathe. A faint sigil—the evergreen entwined with a glimmering thread of light—rests near the nocking point, as if the forest itself lent its patience to the hunter who bears it. The string is pale and taut, and when it is drawn the bow sounds not a single note of iron but a soft sigh, like wind through pine needles. In use, the Healing Green Wood Longbow is less a weapon of brute force than a language spoken in arrows. A hunter learns to read the wood’s appetite for healing as much as for harm; an arrow released from this bow seems to cut a path of quiet green through the chaos of battle, leaving behind a halo of restoring energy. Wounded comrades who step into that glow feel the ache loosen, the skin knit tighter, and memory stabilize where fear would normally take root. It is not a miracle so much as a fidelity—the bow’s maker swore to bind the forest’s patience to the shooter’s hand. Soldiers return from skirmishes with a glow in their cheeks and a steadier breath, as if the land itself had pressed a palm to their back. Yet the bow’s resilience is also financial: a rare thing in a world where scarcity travels by foot and rumor travels faster. Traders whisper that the Healing Green Wood Longbow is worth a village’s weight in silver when it’s new, but prices soften as it passes through hands, becoming an heirloom rather than a weapon. It is at the Saddlebag Exchange, a sun-bleached stall tucked beside a wagon laden with herbs and jars, that a seasoned trader told me its value in blunt, honest terms: four gold coins, and a story you will want to tell again. The price tag is less important than the lineage it carries—the memory of forest doctors who learned to coax life from bark and sap, who passed the bow along to guardians who needed it most in times of famine and flood. On the road, in rain or heat, the Healing Green Wood Longbow feels less like a tool and more like a companion that has learned to listen. It rides in a strap across ribs and keeps the caravan safe as it invites a different kind of courage: the courage to heal first, to stand back, and to trust the forest to do what it does best. The bow’s green glow, a reminder of living wood and living healing, lingers long after the arrow has flown.