"𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳?"
"ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ,"
"𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦?"
꧁ ༆ ꧂
~sequel to 'Sing for me'~
In which a boy with amnesia forgets the last few months of his life after being shot. The blood loss affects his brain and he fo...
The day had passed, a new day following as Neteyam and I make our way into the woods again.
"So, since we're putting the direhorses on pause, I thought today we could start on shooting," he smiles and an anxious feeling grows within me.
"Let's hope I don't suck at it too," I mumble and he nudges me, "Hey, you're learning. I'm proud of you no matter what kay?" he comforts me in attempt to give me a boost of confidence.
I was averagely good with spears but using a bow would be new territory to explore. I worry that like the direhorse, I won't be able to master this so quickly.
"I have a spot where my mom taught me to shoot, it should be..here," he pushed a final leaf, revealing a small clearing.
A smile grows on his face as he points to three trees. "Those were for target practice. Our goal was to hit the middle one but as you can see," he referenced the extra marks on the other trees, "Didn't go so well," he clicks his tongue.
"Now," he begins, beckoning me closer, "You will not get your own bow just yet so you can use mine," he hands me his own.
I eye it carefully. A firm piece of wood, crafted from Hometree no doubt.
"Mother told me you are familiar with spearing but this is more useful from far proximity battles," he briefly explains.
I nod my head at his words, looking to the targets with his bow clutched in my hand.
"Now show me your form," he requests and I straighten myself up, holding the bow in what I assume to be the right way.
Feeling proud in my efforts, I hear a faint laugh come from Neteyam and I whip my head around to see him snickering. I scoff, "You know a student is only as good as their teacher?" I give him attitude and he continues laughing to himself, "Just let me help you," he finally gets a hold of himself.
He circles around me silently, critiquing every aspect of my form. "Stronger," he simply commands, his hand pressing against my core.
I do my best to straighten up and he continues eyeing me up and down. Finally figuring out the issue, he raises my elbow up.
"Better," he acknowledges his own work, taking a step back. "Now aim for the middle of the tree and shoot," he takes a step back.
I squint my eyes as I point my arrow directly where I want it to go. I inhale before pulling my arm back and releasing the arrow.
Holding my position, I finally drop my bow down to see where my arrow landed. My eyes light up as I realize it has hit directly in the middle of the tree I was aiming for.
Neteyam keeps his eyes only on me, "And don't be surprised if you don't get it first-" "Huh? Neteyam I did it!" I cheer, unable to contain my excitement. He whips his head around before turning again to give me a wide smile as he looks in disbelief from the tree back to me. "I knew you could do it," he puts a hand on my shoulder.
