The Beacon- A Songs Of War Fanfiction (Rewrite)

Chapter 2

Third person view

A bird lands 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 know, it’s just a matter of time before your parents find out you don't go to the training at all. I can't keep your secret from them forever, Amora, and neither can you. Besides, I’m worried about you being out here all on your own.’

‘ They won't find out, they didn't for like, 5 years. And it’s afternoon. Undead can’t come out in the sunlight.'

‘ Still, you don’t know what could happen.’

‘ I can take care of myself.’

Val sighs again, then turns to leave.

~*~

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.

~*~

Nalla’s p.o.v

‘ Elion!’

Elion turns around. ‘ Nalla!’

‘ So, ready for practice?’

‘ I am,’ he says confidently.

I draw out my diamond sword.
‘ Perfect.’

He also draws out his diamond sword.

Ardoni our skill level usually use iron weapons, but thank my father for being a blacksmith. He made me my sword. I don’t know where Elion got his from, but someone like him will surely get an awesome sword early.