Chapter 1
𝓐very positioned her arm back.
"Pull harder!" commanded Arthur.
Avery started to feel very enervated. It was hard to describe the severe pain in her body. They were in different areas that she never thought could cause grief.
Avery's commander was acumen, or in other words the ability to make good judgments, so she trusted all his tips, but her muscles ached.
"I'm sorry, it's just so difficult," Avery said as she looked down in dismay.
"Stop being querulous. If you want to be a good archer then you have to try harder." Arthur replied. He had accustomed to Avery's unnecessary use of long words and he sometimes used them.. He felt sympathy for her but he also had to push her hard in order for her to get better, and he knew she was determined to be better than good.
"Less talking, more practice," he added.
Avery sighed and continued on.
She pulled her arm back and pointed the bow at the target. She let the string snap back and she watched as the arrow missed the middle mark. Arthur indicated for her to try again. She took a deep breath, she lined up the arrow and she let go of the string again. She felt very satisfied that her arrow landed the mark right in the middle.
"Good job," Arthur congratulated.
Avery put her bow away and collected the arrows and placed them back into her quiver.
She waved goodbye to Arthur.
Avery headed back to the castle that was positioned adjacent to the snow-capped mountains. The uneven and rocky path slowed her down but she arrived just as the blazing sun had almost vanished under the distant hills.
When Avery walked through the entry way and she could smell the delicious food being cooked from the kitchen.
She hurried to put her belongings away just before supper.
Her room in the castle was tight and small but it was good enough.
The big cupboard door creaked open and she searched around for her warm brown cloak.
There it was.
Avery grabbed it and pulled it over her small shoulders.
She headed outside to gather firewood.
She struck the match and the fire flared up. She put the flame next to the kindling and let it start to burn. Avery's arms tingled when she felt the warmth, it was so comforting compared to the chilly and snowy outdoors. She sighed. Most students, or apprentices lived with their mentor, She didn't really know how to describe her position.
She was just a girl. Apparently only boys could fight. Avery wanted to prove them all wrong. She had dedication and a strong will that she wouldn't let go of. Dedication was exactly what a mentor needs. She started boiling up in anger, She hated that she couldn't fight.
'I deserve at least a chance! They don't even consider me as an option,' she mumbled angrily to herself, 'One day I'll show them what I'm capable of.'
She calmed herself down and headed to the kitchen in hope that some food would distract her angry thoughts.
It wasn't a particularly delicious stew but it was better than nothing.
Chapter 2
"𝓘 think it's time you learnt to shoot on a horse," Arthur advised.
"Whatever you think is best," Avery replied.
