Catastrophe (Harry Styles)

The Boy Who Just Couldn't Shoot A Bow

I skipped into the courtyard for the second time that day. Lord Harry glanced at me before going back to setting up the bows. An odd feeling creeped in. It made my heart feel light.

No. None of that. Especially not with him!

I pushed the feelings aside and after a few minutes, everyone had arrived. The Lord started briefing us on bow safety and how to use them. After he was finished he asked for volunteers. I knew how to use a bow so I stepped up first. He handed me a bow and four arrows. I walked to the target, knocked the arrow, held the bow up, and brought the string back to my cheek. I aimed at the target which was about twenty feet away. Easy. I inhaled, and on the exhale I fired. The arrow didn't his the yellow bulls eye but it hit the inner edge of the red circle right next to it. I moved onto the next target which was about forty feet away. I did as I had done before.

Bulls eye.

I smirked as I fired the other two, the targets were farther away but both were still bulls eyes. I silently thanked Jake for being so hard on me with archery. I walked back and lay the bow upon the table and the next person approached the targets. Everyone did alright except for one boy named Jacob, who missed the target twice and when he did hit it, it was the edge. He dragged his feet back to the table and lay the bow down. People barley talked or moved after his failure. When the test ended, Lord Harry instructed Jacob to hang back. Jacob's eyes filled tears, knowing what was coming. Everyone quickly exited the courtyard solemnly. I stayed, ready to confront the Lord. He took Jacob around a corner and after about ten minutes, Lord Harry returned by himself, wiping blood off his hands. I closed my eyes in a moment of silence for Jacob. The boy who just couldn't shoot a bow.

"Was that really necessary?" I asked him outraged.

"He was weak. He'd die in battle." He responded taking all the bows in his arms and storing them in the shed.

"Well what if you gave him time to practice?" I retorted.

"I can't prepare you for everything here. In the field you might have to do something you've never done before and you need to be damn good at it."

"So the kid had lousy aim! Aim isn't something you just learn! Did you see him in hand-to-hand fighting? He was phenomenal!" I exclaimed. Anger was making my voice go higher than I liked.

"Listen. We've been fighing this way for hundreds of years. We aren't going to change the way we do things because you think it's unjust." He spat.

"EXACTLY HARRY. WE'VE BEEN FIGHTING FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS! MAYBE IF WE STOPPED KILLING GOOD SOLDIORS BECAUSE THEY AREN'T GOOD AT FUCKING ONE THING, WE MIGHT WIN." I screamed but then I froze. I hadn't added 'Lord' to the beginning of his name. I prayed he wouldn't notice but judging by the look on his face, he didn't miss anything.

"Well Sophie. If you disrespect me again, I'll rip out your heart." I growled. I backed away slowly. He glowered at me with his fists and jaw clenched. I noticed his shiny fangs peeping out from his upper lip. I gulped and whiped around and bolted into the dorm.