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Pessoa Thrid POV
Westeros, 295 AC.
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The people were in complete silence as the white arrow embedded itself in the target's center from 125 meters away, with the archers standing so far apart they seemed like ants. The white arrow still wobbled from the impact and spun several times before finally coming to a stop, firmly fixed in place, while the opponent's arrow lay on the ground.
"Haha. As expected, Eldric! Beautiful shot." The place was silent as the Herald was still processing what was happening. The one who broke this silence a moment later was Jon's own voice, laden with magic, resonating throughout the place as he spoke normally, startling many unsuspecting people with his deep tone.
"..." The herald himself gave a little jump as he realized his own silence and turned back to the completely mute audience to announce the victory.
"As you can see, the victory belongs to the archer of Artica, Eldric, who scored with a shot from 125 meters, a shot that few people in the history of this continent have managed to make, so let's give our congratulations to today's champion, Eldric of Artica!!" He exclaimed, raising his arms in a theatrical manner, which snapped everyone out of their daze and prompted them to start clapping.
"Very good! Eldric!" Arya shouted excitedly, and all the Articans did the same.
"Hahaha, very good man, you showed them what Artica is made of!" A dwarf shouted.
"Eldric!" Stone spoke the name as his way of congratulating.
"Hahaha, very good! But I would have done better with my axe!" Tormund shouted while holding a bottle of mead.
"You red-haired idiot, would you really have hit the first target in the preliminaries?" A dwarf mocked.
"Don't doubt me, dwarf. I am the king of the axe!" Tormund spoke drunkenly before a dwarf threw a jug of beer at him.
"Do you see this, Prince Renly... It seems I've won a few thousand gold coins." Jon grinned as he turned his attention back to the man, who looked at him with a forced smile, realizing he was losing money at that moment.
"It was a fantastic archer, King of Artica. I'm impressed, and our bet was worth it, but it's not just me you've won against, right Olenna?" He turned his attention to the Tyrell family beside him.
"Well, this old woman can't win every time. It seems our guests proved why there was so much confidence in their archer." She commented while her family just listened in silence. It wasn't as if 10000 gold coins made much difference, so Olenna just laughed softly.
The nobles around the place clapped, recognizing the Artican archer's skills, who proved worthy of being champion with his arrow still embedded in the target. The commoners were even more excited as they seemed to celebrate, with the bards already preparing songs about this exciting tournament and the bet the King of Artica had made with Prince Renly and the Tyrell house.
"Eldric of Artica!"
"Eldric of Artica!"
"Eldric of Artica!"
"Eldric of Artica!"
"Eldric of Artica!"
People began chanting, the crowd calling out only one name at that moment. "You did it, boy, congratulations on the shot." The judge beside Eldric praised him, and Eldric nodded, satisfied.
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