The Constant Star

5th Star: The Queen Archer

GLOZELLE COLLINS

I AM feeling completely exhausted the moment I got out of the car. I am holding my bow on my right hand and my arrows are still on the quiver hanging on my shoulders. It's been years since the last time I was involved in a long combat.

My father use to bring me to the forest to train me and there are a lot of wild animals there. It's not my first time killing an animal earlier. When I was seventeen, during my training in the woods, I was attacked by a fox. I was terrified but I managed to kill that fox. That was my first kill.

I felt guilty for the next few weeks but I also realized at that time that when you are in the wild, you only have two options. It's either you kill them or they will kill you. I prefer to do the former. Now that my parents are gone, I became more firm with that stand of mine. I swear I will kill those fucking bitches who killed my parents.

"Damn it, I'm so tired!" I hissed as I place the bow and quiver on top of the table in the living room.

I took in a deep breath and sat on the couch to take a rest before I go to the bathroom to wash myself. I untied the shoelaces from my combat boots and immediately took it off. The pizza box is exactly still on its place where I left it earlier.

"Finally, I'm all alone again."

I closed my eyes and took in another deep breath. That combat drained the hell out of me and right now, all I want to do is to sleep and regain my energy. Of course I can't sleep yet, unless I clean myself. I can still smell the coyote's blood on me. It is so disgusting if I'll allow myself to sleep without washing away the blood of that damn coyote off of me. That's not hygienic. I don't want to smell bad!

The moment I felt relaxed, I immediately went to the bathroom to take a bath. I took off my clothes and entered the glass shower space. I closed my eyes as the cold water falls over my body. The scene from the combat earlier flashed back into my mind. That was really thrilling.

Memories about my past training with my Dad were triggered and started to flash in my mind. I felt a pang on my chest upon remembering how my father teach me how to aim at my target. Before, I've been questioning why my father kept on training me because I don't think it is essential for me since I'm still young back then and what I want to do is play and enjoy my life.

It is only now that I realized it is important to learn how to protect yourself because you will never know when is the time you will be in danger. Now, I appreciate everything my father has taught me. And I miss him, too. I miss both our training and my parents. If only I was there and I was brave enough back then...

"Fucking shit!"

I can't stop thinking about their bodies on the floor, soaked in their own blood. It's been years and I still don't have any idea who is responsible for their death. I've been in a slump for three years without them I didn't continue to train the same way I was being trained before. I was so lost.

Then, after all of that, I also realized that if I won't train my self harder, how can I fight? How can I take revenge for my parents if I am weak? I went back to my senses and when I did, I told myself that I will be stronger and so I started to train again. That's today.

Unfortunately, the coyote attack happened and I don't know what I was thinking when I went outside to help Black Hole in eradicating those wild shits. I hate being in the limelight and I know by stepping out earlier, I will gain the attention I never wanted but I still did it anyway. But it is for the safety of the people, right?

"Damn it, Glozelle!"

Aftee taking a bath and wearing my usual clothes. I went back to the living room to finish eating my pizza. It's almost dinner and I'm really tired so I might as well relax the hell out of me. This has been a very long day and I deserve to take a rest.