MARRIANE'S POV:
I straighten up my posture like a soldier at war ready to face whatever the enemy would throw at me.
Pulling my right arm back, I draw, squint my eyes trying to focus on the yellow dot located on the center of the wooden board, aim and boom.
Gone.
I peek my one eye open only to be met with disappointment. I missed by only an inch.
Darn it.
My hand goes to the quiver and pull out another arrow, adjusting it to the arrow rest then pulling the string of the crossbow back to the anchor point hoping to achieve my target.
Releasing it, I quickly close my eyes out of habit.
Taking a deep breath, I reopen them and almost squeal in delight. Almost.
It landed on the black borderline surrounding the big yellow dot, the bullseye. Barely making it. Again.
I sigh and hunch over, clearly frustrated with my disaster of a performance.
I had to be good at it if I desire to accompany them to the field work.
Not that I'm a fan of killing people. Not that they kill people. Okay. Shut up me.
I look to my left side and see the entire field empty, the fresh green of grass contrasting beautifully with the clear blue of the sky.
Multiple target boards including shooting and moving targets stood neatly in a perfect array at the far end of the field.
The archery club was lavish. My favorite place here was the equipment room which covered almost half of the range.
All sorts of bows, arrows, broadheads, quivers and anything an archer could ever dream of, was available there.
I shake my head clearing my mind of all those distracting thoughts and bringing my attention back to the task at hand.
Taking another arrow shaft, my fingers rest on the fletch and draw it back, this time with more precision and release it.
The impact slightly pushing my shoulder back for a second. I look up and my eyes widen.
Bullseye.
The sound of loud clapping echoed through the untenanted open field startling me.
I turn around with a hand placed above my heart and come face to face with the person who's mere presence can give me goosebumps, anxiety, happiness, confidence and motivation all at once.
"Took you long enough, Marianne."
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