Narnia: Daughters of the Sky

Bow and Arrows...Of Doom!

At dinner, Susan was still glaring at me.

I turned to my sister and said, "Is it just me, or does Susan really hate me?"

She looked at Susan who was still glaring at me. "Nope, I think it's just you," she said.

I rolled my eyes and tried not to look up as I started eating. I could feel her glare burning a hole into my skull and it was starting to piss me off.

I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up and glared right back at her.

"What is your problem, lady?" I snarled at her.

She looked taken aback, but she caught herself and went back to glaring, saying nothing.

"All you've been doing since we first met, was glare at me. Why not glare at my sister? Why me?" I said, very aware of the eyes that were now on us and the silence that fell over the room.

I saw her jaw muscles clench. She was trying to hold something back. I saw the anger flare up in her eyes and I also saw...jealousy?!?!

Seriously, jealousy?

I laughed out loud and in her face. "Are- are you j-jealous of m-me?" I said in between laughs.

Her eyes burned even more with anger. "I am not jealous of you," she said, despite her anger, her voice came out calm and collected. Stuck up brat.

"Right," I said wiping the tears from my eyes, yea, I laughed that much.

"Why would I be jealous of you?" she asked, standing up now.

"I don't know, that's a great question," I said, "Care to elaborate on it?"

I could almost see a vein pop up out of that pristine face of hers.

"I am not jealous of you," she growled at me, so long for the calm and collected Susan.

"Then what's up with the glares?" I said, looking at her dead in the eyes.

She huffed out a stubborn breath and stormed off, back to her tent.

I sighed. "It's still light out," I said, looking at my sister, "I'm gonna go back out." I nodded to the Kings and remaining Queen and left.

I was mad, that girl really creases me. I grabbed my bow and arrow and started shooting the target.

Evidently, I was so mad that the next arrow put to the string started to burn and I could feel my fingers burn too, but in a good way. I let go of the string in surprise and, even though I had pointed it upward in shock, it still somehow hit the target dead on.

I stood there shocked and amazed. Slowly a smile started to form on my face. I grabbed another from my quiver and concentrated on a fiery arrow. It took a little bit more concentration but it worked.

The tip, again, burst into flames. I shot at the target, another bullseye.

I quickly went to grab a bucket of water and put out the flaming target.

I had never done that before. That was super cool. I would tell my sister as soon as I got back. I grabbed another arrow, put it to the string, and concentrated on something else that maybe it could happen since I could set it on fire. My fingers grew warm once again and so did the arrow as I shot at another target, and instead of bursting into flames, it exploded. I stood there looking at the burning remains of the wooden target.

Unfortunately, the explosion caused people to come out and see what happened.

Weapons drawn, Narnians came running out. I was still staring at the target.

"What happened? We heard an explosion," came the strong but hesitant voice of Peter.

I turned and smiled. "Sorry, that was me," I said.

Cass came out from behind him, bow drawn. "What do you mean that was you?" she said.

"Watch," and the smile on my face only grew as the arrow on my string burst into flames and gasps came from my audience.

Another bullseye, another flaming target.

"Wow," was all Cass could say.

"Wait there's more," I said.

Another non-flaming arrow was put to the string. I could feel my fingers grow warm and released the red-glowing arrow. It hit the target and the target in turn, blew up.

Even more gasps.

"How did you do that?" Cass said as she came up to me.

"I have no idea, but its super cool," I said.

"I wonder if I can do that," she said thoughtfully.

"Well don't just stand there, try it," I said. "Concentrate on flaming arrows."

She concentrated really hard till beads of sweat formed on her forehead, but nothing happened. She tried for a few more moments but still nothing. She gave a sigh of defeat.

"Maybe I'm just not special," she said.

"No you are special, Cass," I said pulling her into a hug. "You have to be special," I said more to myself. "Maybe your thing isn't fire, maybe it's something else."

"Like what?"

"Water? Ice?"

"How would that work?"

"Who knows? Try concentrating on ice."

She took an arrow and with a concentrated look, the tip turned blue, and she shot at the target and instead of bursting into flames, it froze solid.

We stood there in shock. It worked.

My sister and I really were special.