Beauty and Bows {Mylee}
Jun 24, 2012 10:50:42 GMT -5
Post by Sher is back :) on Jun 24, 2012 10:50:42 GMT -5
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Slowly. Carefully. Precisely. I looked down the body of my arrow and focused on the tip. I aligned it with the blue target. I released my fingers one by one. The arrow flew off the string. Silently, it cut through the air, keeping it's straight posture. The tip pierced the target, and the world returned to my senses.
People talked around me, grunted, and yelled. the metal of swords clinked together and fists met the rubber of dummies. I gathered my thoughts and retrieved the arrow slowly. I smiled at my work. Right on target. I placed the arrow back in my quiver and went to go get a drink. I placed the quiver against the wall. it was a gift from my father. Pure white with black and gold embroidery on the seams. A beautiful thing.
I retrieved my water bottle and took a huge drink. The cool liquid flowing smoothly down my throat, satisfying my dry mouth. I took my small rag and wiped the sweat off my head. For some reason, when ever i shot an arrow, I went into a kind of trance. Focused and determined to shoot the little blue circle placed firmly in the middle of the red and white rings. It was like the whole world was a blur except for the tip of the arrow and my target. What seemed like a millennium was only a couple seconds when I shot an arrow.
I leaned against the wall and watched other careers fight each other and aim for their targets. I only had one year left in the reaping, and for some reason, I truly wished I could be reaped so I could show off my skills, finally make something of myself and my life.