My hands had started to shake. The arrow had started shaking as well.
My heart was pounding so hard I was sure everyone heard it.
His large, brown, beautiful eyes stared at me.
"Its okay," he whispered. "Do what you have to do."
A silent tear rolled down my cheek. I never cry. Only when my family died did I ever cried.
But he was family.
And I had to shoot him.
I pulled the end of the arrow back until it reached my cheek. The tear rolled onto the arrow.
"Good bye." I whispered. "Forgive me."
He smiled then. I rarely saw him do that.
I let the string go.
He collapsed on the ground, dead.
I stared at what I had done. The tear on the arrow slid onto his head, ending on his lips.
I looked away and closed my eyes.
I'm an awful person. No wonder everyone hates me. I've killed hundreds of people. Inoccent and guilty. I suck.
And with that thought stuck in my head, I walked away from the podium, the castle, the village, and finally into the peaceful woods.
There, I sat on a boulder and cried and cried.
Everything is different now...
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Death's Dark Angel
ActionShe can survive anything, and she has death's wings. She can live through anyone's death. But not somebody she knows. So when the day comes when her best friend kneels before her to die, she is broken beyond belief. Her life has just shattered. Bu...
