Third person view
A bird lands gracefully on one of the branches of a tree.
Suddenly, an arrow flies towards it and lands on the block it was perched on. It chirps in alarm, and quickly flies off.
A Mendoris lowers her bow.
' You missed your shot.'
The Mendoris turns around to face another Mendoris. ' I didn't, Ky' Val. You think I'm going to kill an innocent little bird?'
Val walks forward. ' You didn't show up today, Amora.'
' You know me. I don't...exactly like being around many people.'
' I know. But you're always spending time on your own out here. Don't you want to make friends?'
' I prefer being alone.' Amora fires another arrow, which hits another branch, and a bird perched on the branch flies away in a hurry. ' Besides, you mostly teach us how to wield Songs anyway. I don't have any Songs.'
Val sighs. ' It's just, I'm worried about you being out here all on your own.'
' It's afternoon. Undead can't come out in the sunlight.' Amora draws another arrow.
' Still, you don't know what could happen.'
' I can take care of myself.'
Val sighs again, then turns to leave.
' Your parents are wondering where you are.'' Tell them I'll be back by sundown.' Amora fires the arrow.
Val nods and walks off, leaving Amora there.
/A/N/ Val trains Ardoni to wield Songs, like Galleous once did.
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Amora's p.o.v
I walk back to my room, and hang my bow back on the wall.
I walk over to my fletching table, and start making more arrows for tomorrow. I always fire my arrow to high places, so I can never pick them back up. My arrows stay on the trees until someone picks them up, and they never return them. I don't mind though, fletching arrows is kind of another way to let time pass by.
I make a few arrows rather quickly. I've been doing this since I was young, I can make a couple perfect arrows in a short amount of time.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps behind me. I look over my shoulder, and see my parents. I ignore them, and turn back to making my arrows.
I hear their footsteps come closer, and then go away. Their room is quite a distance from mine, so they're probably headed there, as they usually do after work.
We don't talk much. I honestly can't remember the last time I ever talked to them. We don't really agree on much. Only a few times have we had a conversation without breaking out into an argument, so it's better we don't talk at all.
I sigh as I toss the arrows I made to the side.
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The Third Great War-Songs of War fanfiction
FanfictionRewritten as "The Beacon", this one is sorta discontinued 50 years after the Second Great War, a new enemy rises to threaten Ardonia. I don't know what else to say that doesn't spoil the story, so I'll just say it has something to do with Herobrine.