AUTHOR'S NOTE
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I recently was inspired on my run today for this story. Expect twists... Or don't, that makes them more fun. Here's a preview as I continue to write.
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The voices around her boomed as she paid them no mind. As always, the swift motion of an arrow leaving her quiver and aligning itself upon her bow hushed the voices to a quiet whisper. She turned towards her mother whilst drawing, seeing in her tight smile and glint in her eyes the silent plead for her daughter to follow her commands. It was always the same. With a breath, Emeline turned towards the targets once more and fired. Gasps escaped the crowd. A thud was heard as the arrow made a collision with it's target, which just so happened to be the floor underneath the physical target itself. She turned towards her mother once more, elated to see her smile had dropped ever so slightly. Emeline decided then she would have some fun with her dear old matriarch. She grabbed another arrow, this time slowly moving it to her bow, silently teasing her mother and those who watched the maiden with interest. She drew the string back, aligning it with the bullseye. With a sudden movement she lifted her arms slightly and fired, sending the arrow right over the top of the target, not without nicking it of course. What looked as two failed attempts to most looked to be more time for Emeline. She didn't bother looking to her mother after this shot, she knew she had already left in anger. Emeline then wished for the event to end, pulling her last arrow and firing with unmatched speed. With a dramatic 'thunk', the arrow landed. A servant rushed to the target as per command of the king, for Emeline had hit perfectly between the center and the nine. The servant turned to the king, effectively capturing all's attention, including Emeline herself. The servant's voice boomed over the silent crowd. "Nine!" Emeline turned away from the crowd, releasing a breath. She knew if she had hit the bullseye it would not bode well for her, or rather it would, for the king would be pleased with her, and that would be a problem.
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The Choice of the Maiden
FantasyEmeline is dragged from kingdom to kingdom, expected to be the perfect suitor for whomever her mother feels is worthy. She, in her wits, manages to evade her mother's goals, adapting herself to be the opposite of what is looked for in each suitor. I...
