❝ you know the main principle of archery is to aim straight ❞
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RORY WAS SURE SHE'D been cursed by Apollo.
She couldn't even hit the damn board. Her arrows were sailing straight past the target, missing the mark by, well— a lot, and instead finding their resting place embedded in the trees behind the range. Or even more embarrassingly, barely making it past the threshold of the firing line and landing pathetically on the stretch of grass just ahead of her.
She had always been lousy at archery. She usually avoided the sport like the plague, preferring other forms of combat. She was especially skilled in wielding a knife, having always found solace in the weighted balance of a blade over a sword or a bow and arrow.
Rory hadn't been to the range in some time, and it was showing. Even the rest of her cabin were all shooting better than her. It was humbling to say the least, for her to be picking up her arrows off the floor whilst her younger siblings fetched theirs from their targets.
She usually skipped weekly archery training, excusing her absence with the amount of jobs she had to do as head counsellor. However, Chiron had insisted she attend this week, reminding her that it was necessary to hone her skills in the sport since demigods faced constant threats that demanded versatility in all types of combat.
"Hey, Rory." someone said from behind her.
She looked back to see Graham Hayes, one of the boys from the Apollo cabin, smiling at her.
"Oh, hi Graham." she waved at him.
"I haven't seen you around here in a while. I was beginning to think you disliked us." his tone was playful as he grinned at her.
"I think it's the other way round." she chuckled, gesturing towards the scattered arrows littering the ground. "I think your dad hates me."
To be completely honest, Rory knew exactly why Apollo didn't like her. It had something to do with her yelling at the Apollo cabin a few years ago that their music would never live up to anything near as good as Lana Del Rey, and why wasn't she the goddess of music. As well as as the scoff she'd made about Lana's music healing the world much more than Apollo had done.
