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Genesis 056
Title~ Camel-back
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 056. Of course, we're all surprised she managed to get one to hit the target.
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Nimay was failing, and she knew it. Of the ninety points she’d attempted to gain, she’d only won thirty-seven, meaning she had to win another three from the last ten to be admitted into the army. Why in Lin’s sweet name did she even have to do that much with a bow? She was a swordswoman, and had no intention of even picking up a bow once she’d finished this exam.
Even if she was forced to, and then under the most dire of circumstances, she’d use her magic and effectively score the full hundred percent. She could be Own material with a bow if she could use magic.
‘Why am I so honest?’ she cursed herself, riding her camel to the top of the mark. She took a deep breath and focussed on the target, unhooking her bow from her shoulder and knocking one arrow into it. Theoretically she had twenty arrows to fire at the target, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to fire all of them before she had to rein in, and Niloren had already informed them that any arrows they didn’t fire would be forfeited.
It didn’t help that there were three men on horses watching from the sidelines. It was, after all, their target that the trainees were stealing for the afternoon. They had full right to be there, and they seemed largely disinterested in anyone not wearing an archer’s blue shirt, but they didn’t make Nimay any less uncomfortable. At least they weren’t doing their own training in the gaps between trainee exams, when Naraan was giving them their final score. That would have been the last straw for Nimay.
She shook her head to clear it, doing her best to put everything out of her vision but the target on the cliff ahead of her. It didn’t work, but she kicked her camel into action anyway.
There was no time to steady herself fully in the stirrups. She just took aim, let the arrow fly and snatched at the next one to fire at the target. So many of her arrows missed the target all together, bouncing off the stone cliff it was nailed to. She didn’t bother to count how many she was able to fire, just kept flinging them and hoping they hit home, before awkwardly grabbing at the camel’s reins and pulling them hard. Her bow hung uncomfortably from her wrist, but she hadn’t had time to do anything with it. She so desperately needed to get another arrow out.
As it was, the camel only just managed to avoid colliding with the cliff face, and groaned its displeasure.
One single arrow stuck out of the target, remarkably close to middle red, by Nimay’s standards.
“Lucky,” Naraan said behind her, handing a sheet of parchment. “No magic, I hope?”
Nimay glanced down pointedly at the pile of arrows on the sand, then gratefully accepted the paper.
It was by the skin of her teeth, but she’d passed.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 056. Of course, we're all surprised she managed to get one to hit the target.
Nimay was failing, and she knew it. Of the ninety points she’d attempted to gain, she’d only won thirty-seven, meaning she had to win another three from the last ten to be admitted into the army. Why in Lin’s sweet name did she even have to do that much with a bow? She was a swordswoman, and had no intention of even picking up a bow once she’d finished this exam.
Even if she was forced to, and then under the most dire of circumstances, she’d use her magic and effectively score the full hundred percent. She could be Own material with a bow if she could use magic.
‘Why am I so honest?’ she cursed herself, riding her camel to the top of the mark. She took a deep breath and focussed on the target, unhooking her bow from her shoulder and knocking one arrow into it. Theoretically she had twenty arrows to fire at the target, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to fire all of them before she had to rein in, and Niloren had already informed them that any arrows they didn’t fire would be forfeited.
It didn’t help that there were three men on horses watching from the sidelines. It was, after all, their target that the trainees were stealing for the afternoon. They had full right to be there, and they seemed largely disinterested in anyone not wearing an archer’s blue shirt, but they didn’t make Nimay any less uncomfortable. At least they weren’t doing their own training in the gaps between trainee exams, when Naraan was giving them their final score. That would have been the last straw for Nimay.
She shook her head to clear it, doing her best to put everything out of her vision but the target on the cliff ahead of her. It didn’t work, but she kicked her camel into action anyway.
There was no time to steady herself fully in the stirrups. She just took aim, let the arrow fly and snatched at the next one to fire at the target. So many of her arrows missed the target all together, bouncing off the stone cliff it was nailed to. She didn’t bother to count how many she was able to fire, just kept flinging them and hoping they hit home, before awkwardly grabbing at the camel’s reins and pulling them hard. Her bow hung uncomfortably from her wrist, but she hadn’t had time to do anything with it. She so desperately needed to get another arrow out.
As it was, the camel only just managed to avoid colliding with the cliff face, and groaned its displeasure.
One single arrow stuck out of the target, remarkably close to middle red, by Nimay’s standards.
“Lucky,” Naraan said behind her, handing a sheet of parchment. “No magic, I hope?”
Nimay glanced down pointedly at the pile of arrows on the sand, then gratefully accepted the paper.
It was by the skin of her teeth, but she’d passed.
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