Ancient legends

Triumph

Blocking out the crowds excitement proved to be yet another mile stone in which I needed to conquer. Everything seemed to be a distraction. Alas I had to keep at a composed mind set. Focus on the board, the ancient red rings painted with such elegance upon the specially crafted target. Last round I kept telling myself, it is the only way to think strait if you focus both mind and body on the target. 

I glanced at my pendant, reminding myself of were I started, how I started, and how much further I knew I could go. No holding back, no restraining, only full force focus. Ignoring the crowd eventually become second nature while aligning. There was a soft breeze being presented by the north, not very helpful I thought. Although soft even the slightest breeze could put me out of balance, this shot had to be the one to beat them all. 

My bow swayed gently with the wind, never good in my situation. The details of my bow shone with the gloss coat in the morning sun. The stadium continued to echo its enthusiasm at me, I couldn't block it for much longer. I tightened my grip around the bow, keeping a straight arm. My breath grew heavy. My sweat amassed. My worry grew stronger. Fear enveloped me. I rose the slender stick that took shape of an arrow. Resting it upon the bows side. releasing two fingers from my other hand's curled up fist, I attached the arrow the the string. The experience hit me in the face. This was it, no going back.

With one eye closed and the other at full focus, I released the arrow from my grasp. The arrow launched at full speed, closest thing we could get to bullets at the time. The arrows slender design allowed for the best possible aerodynamic performance. Even a dragons hide would fall to the sharp point of the arrows tip. The arrows tip was coated in an ancient type of steel, created and forged by the first eight mages. The distance in which the arrow had to cover was insane.

It felt so long before the arrow made it's mark. The arrows sound filled th stadium as the crowds excitement dropped to a low whisper. All calculations aside I watched the arrow, it was following the path it needed. It was seconds away know;

50 seconds

40 seconds

30 seconds

20 seconds

What was that? Such a strange noise. Suddenly realizing what it was I began to panic. The arrow never reached it's mark, the demolition of the front gates spiraled the arrow out of orbit. The dragons screech thundered throughout the stadium and beyond. Countless guards where on the ground, knocked out by fragments of stone. A few of the crowd in similar situations. The dragon stood at 24 meters at least. It's soulless, blood thirsty eyes penetrated my eyes. Were they glowing? It moved at such a speed that twenty seven of the fifty guards had fallen to either talon or flame. I chanced a glance at my weapon. 

Could I even keep steady enough? Would it attract it to me, causing my demise? Would this be my final action? I knew I must, the guards weren't particularly helpful. My bow was at the ready in a few seconds, the dragon had finished the guards and began on the crowd. The dragon had clawed onto the slop of seats, it's hind legs hooked on the edge. It's long reptilian neck turned suddenly. It's eyes pierced into mine once more. There was a sword in his left eye. My arrows suddenly felt alive, as if they yearned to strike it down, dig through it's hide and into it's skin. I could feel what they felt as if I was connected to them. The dragon lunged off the legde, spinning it's body as it revealed it's wing span. It's wings bore the injuries of countless battles, dried blood appeared near each. With one last mid air stare it dived in a perfectly straight fashion, advancing swiftly on its target.

Knowing there wasn't enough time to shoot I leaped of of the pedestal in which I stood. Upon landing on the ground I began the tiring run across the field. Placing an arrow upon the bow I spun mid run, the breeze caught my face as I released the arrow. With the howls of the dragon directed at me I could smell the horrible stench of both rotten and fresh corpse. The arrow landed astray. A beam of unconscionable flames grazed my back as I leaped to the left, near the tunnels bellow. I only just noticed the sweat all over me when I made it to the tunnel entrance. preparing another arrow, I looked around the beam in which I hid behind. The dragon had turned around to target an elderly man and his grandchildren. This drew the line for me and I shot without thought.