Sabella's been hearing stories about the group of gifted children called The Elite all her life. The folklore is nothing but a myth to her until she turns eighteen. Lies once told to protect her are now coming into light and legends that were just s...
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I watched as the deer grazed the field, I pulled my bow back slowly.
Keep steady, I thought to myself. The deer looked up, twitched its ears, and went back to eating. I lowered my aim to meet the deer's left eye. It needed to be a clean shot. Uday had been picky lately and I couldn't afford to lose a customer.
As I released my arrow, I was knocked off balance. Landing right on my butt, I looked up and saw by best friend Hadwin laughing at me. (hadwin below)
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"You twit! That deer was worth a good 20 pounds" I said as I watched the deer wistfully run away, I could still catch him.
"Move" I said sternly and pushed Hadwin out of my way.
Where are you... I saw something move in my peripheral vision and I turned, drew my bow, and fired. The deer fell immediately.
"Ha! Still got em." I said to Hadwin childishly, sticking out my tongue.
"Lucky shot," he mumbled.
"Whatever, do me favor though and bag him up would ya? I need to get to the sezohwebo as soon as possible."
"Yes mam," he said.
I picked the arrow out of the deer's eye and wiped it clean with a leaf. It was a pretty good shot if I do say so myself. I'd been shooting arrows since birth, I'd been hunting since three. Uncle Hamblin had always said a hunter was only as good as his surroundings. So I took it upon myself to know the woods like the palm of my hand. It was my second home. I was skilled in other crafts also, like Dambe and knife throwing. Uncle always wanted me to be prepared, even though I probably wouldn't ever have to box a deer or bunny. Knife throwing came in handy though, especially when I ran out of arrows.
Hadwin was almost done with the deer so I threw on my black hood then swung my quiver on my back. He handed me the bagged dear and we made our way to the sezohwebo.
"How was the hunt today Bella?" Hadwin asked me, using the nickname he had always used since we were little.
