A story requested by eldest son.

Once upon a time there was a fletcher that made arrows. He lived in a cabin and made many arrows for the local villagers which they used to hunt to food. One day he decided to try alchemy, to see if he could make a potion that would help him make arrows faster. He was not very good at alchemy, however, and the potion he created generated a whirlwind in his cabin, picking up all the arrows and creating an arrow elemental.

The fletcher had to flee because the arrow elemental was very sharp and very dangerous. He realized, however, that the only way to stop the elemental was to smash the potion that had created it. So the fletcher snuck back into his house and smashed the potion. The elemental was destroyed causing arrows to rain down everywhere. The arrows buried themselves in the ground, sticking up out of the soil like a field of crops.