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Just a start of something I wrote.
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Chapter1 (v.1) - I couldn't help but think of tomorrow

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: June 07, 2017

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The sun hung high as I drew the string back on my oak bow, and I set my mark on the target across the training field.

Castle walls surrounded me, making my only view the grey stone, the green grass and a number of windows lining the walls. The smooth wood felt comfortable as I gripped it tighter. Warm wind blew calmly, as the sun shined on my head, causing a few strands of pitch black to flow from the messy bun I threw up in a hurry. The calming silence was once again broken by Mathias.

"Breathe, Cera, clear your head and FEEL it this time. Shoot!" he exclaimed.

I felt the adrenaline in my veins as the last word tremors through my ears. I let go of the arrow. I close my eyes and hear the thud of the arrow hitting the target.

I can't help but think of tomorrow.

"Bloody hell!" Mathias exlaims, "you've gone and shot the arrow through the target!"

My hands feel clammy. I realize I'm gripping my bow hard enough to hurt my fingers.

The events of tomorrow run across my head again.

I loosen my grip and open my eyes to see Mathias bright in the face, and a small hole in the target ahead of me. His long beard moves with his oversized belly as he laughs.

"Who would've thought at 17 you'd be so skilled with a bow?" He gave a sarcastic bow.

I chuckle at his smart ass remark "Oh yeah sure. Its not like I've been shooting since I was nine." I throw my bow on my back and my bag. My bag consists of a pouch for water, bandages, and assorted food. Anything I need for survival.

"Same time tomorrow, Mathias?" I ask with a bright smile. He stops moving and doesn't answer. "M.. Mathias?" I push.

"No. There will not be training tomorrow. Tomorrow your brother will be crowned king. And the day after will be your mothers funeral." He glares. "Whatever" I roll my eyes and start to walk away. "Everyone expects you to be there, Cera, Skylar is your brother. And your only remaining family!" he shouts as I walk faster and further away. I don't need to be there. Nor do I want to. Mother was neglectful and i barely remember talking to my brother since we were nine. I choke on air and start to walk faster.

His audacity makes me sick sometimes.


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