I walked towards the group, now huddled in a small clearing surrounded by trees. I had a pouch of arrows and a bow in hand, all soldiers equipped with the same. "Today, we practice the art of archery. You will have 5 shots to hit the target. If you can't hit it you will not have a tent to sleep in"
Several of the men gasped, others cheered in confidence. To quite the crowd I pulled an arrow in place and shot over their heads, missing some only by centimeters, but hitting the target perfectly centered. I fit perfectly in the elf stereotype. They silenced and stared in awe. "Your turn"
Several soldiers readied their bows and released confidently, many barely hitting the target, few missing completely and only one hit centered.
The small man stood back and looked up at me with confidence.
By the end of target practice most of the men had hit the target, a small handful would be sleeping under the stars tonight.
After checking all the names to make sure there were no stowaways, I headed to my tent. It was the largest tent that wasn't shared and I enjoyed it. I pulled off my helmet, hair falling out elegantly.
I was pulling off my armor when I heard footsteps leading up to my tent.
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Mystic
FantasyMystic is an elf, she fights to defend her land and saves lives. As the leader of her villages army, she keeps her gender a secret and fights with men. Until a particular soldiers changes that.
