This is the story of a young lady and her decisions between being wealthy, going to the school of her dreams, marrying the man of her dreams, joining an elite task force, living on the prairies in the old west and ever lasting rum on the high seas.
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I just spent the last hour listening to music as I day dreamed about my bow that has been in storage for the past two years. Fricken Covid shut down the ranges so I haven't been able to shoot in almost two full years. 😠 It's to the point where I'm starting to wonder if my bow is missing me as much as I'm missing in. 🤣 However, you didn't come here to listen to my rants you came here to read so On With The Story!
Nock. Inhale. Aim. Exhale and Release.
I closed my eyes listening to the sound of my last arrow hitting the target. I had been practicing for about an hour. Archery was a way for me to let my emotions out as well as clear my head at the same time. It takes precision, stability, coordination, balance and focus. However, it also takes peace, an open yet closed mind, and relaxation. Many people believe archery is just simply pulling it back and letting it go. However, it is much more than that. I simply hung my bow up oh a near by tree limb then proceeded to retrieve my shot arrows. Seeing at the terrain was covered in shades of mainly green and brown I had made my arrows easy to find if I ever missed. Though rare, it can happen.
No one is perfect not even the author, though she is a pretty good shot. I defiantly could learn a thing or two.
As I walked closer towards my target I could see that my arrows were in a small group down and right from the center. There was a very slight breeze which made the fletchings move slightly.
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As I removed them from the target, I placed them back in to the quiver attached to my hip on the left side. I then walked back to my bow and the measure marking I had made on the ground.
My bow was a beautiful one, at least in my opinion. It was blue, purple and sliver that had been marbled into a swirly pattern.
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Unlike Zealia I had always found enjoyment and skill in activities like archery, throwing daggers and dueling with blades. She called me something along the lines of an old timer who preferred old boring methods. Zealia had preferred guns. She liked the force to them and the 'easier' as she says operation. Sylvia on the other hand didn't like either. She preferred he staff above everything. Rosa when it came to weaponry didn't really want anything to fo with it. She could use them all and use them well. But she never wanted to use anything unless she absolutely had to. Now Lincoln was interesting when it came to weaponry. He liked it all, but did prefer archery and guns over the rest.
