Zuria (W.I.P.)

Annalusa looked at the arrow sticking into the target. That was her doing. Maybe her mother was right. All she needed to get better was practice and to take her time.
"Thanks mom. I'd like to stay here for a while and practice." She said.

Annalusa looked at the center of the target and thought of the arrow hitting the center. Something in her mind changed in that moment. She prepared to fire the arrow, keeping herself calm and an eye on the target. She took note on how her body was positioned and made small adjustments. When she felt ...

Annalusa frowned at her mother. "Why do I have to learn Archery? I'm terrible at it."

Annalusa stared at the target for a brief moment before reluctantly grabbing an arrow and preparing to shoot. She breathed as she focused on the center of the target. Why was it so far away? She let the arrow fly.

Annalusa woke to the cool air on her skin as the cloth was ripped away. She groaned after hearing her mother's footsteps fade. More training. It really wasn't her favorite thing. Annalusa would rather be exploring the world than being cooped up here. She sat up, ran her fingers through her green ...