The bow made no sound as I slipped it from its holstered position. Almost parallel to where I was perched, figures moved quickly through out the room. Silhouettes moved about frantically, as if in a strong disagreement. Emotion seemed to pull from the center of my chest, hooking its way deeper and pulling harder. Drawing it out to mix with the stillness in my head.
You could end the wedding now. The voice float through the waves of blood lust that continue to grow. One death could postpone so much.
My breath had slowed as the movement slowed. One figure came to rest near the window, not even sparing a glance to the outside.
Anger poured through my body the longer I fingering the string of my bow. Blood lust and rage danced through my mind, leaving no room for anything else.
One arrow. The voice was seemed to help guide the hook in my chest that pulled me toward my target, aggression and sorrow flowing with its every tug. Absentmindedly, I had notched an arrow.
It seemed almost impossible to sift through the murky emotions in my head, for everything was masked by anger. The overpowering emotion continued to flow throughout my entire body. I didn't realize at first, but my mind was made up before I reached for that arrow.
Breathe in.
The arrow stopped inches in front of my eye, lining up the shot.
Breathe out.
The arrow created a grotesque sound as the arrowhead gain purchase, sheathing itself between skin and bones.
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The End
Algemene fictieYears after disaster has struck, man's true color comes to light. Kill or be killed is taken to heart for few. Disease causes man to fear man and for kingdoms to crumble. It seem as if it is an end of times. With a kingdom that is hanging by a strin...
