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An arrow flew silently and at a high speed through the air. There was a muffled thud when the arrow hit the target, only two inches to the left of the bulls-eye. Nearly a thousand feet away from the target stood the school's professor of Archery. Dayenne Shier lowered her longbow and examined her hit from the long distance. It wasn't bad, but she knew she could do better.
"It's a nice shot, Dayenne," sounded from not too far away from her. Soulfire, the school's professor for Divination and Nature magic, sat on a low, flat rock, reading a book.
"I know," Dayenne replied. "But it can be better. If this was a deer, it would've injured it, not killed it. That would be cruel, to let an animal suffer like that when I know I can deliver instant death." She then threw a small smile over her shoulder. "But that's why I am here. I know I can do better, but if I don't practice every day, that skill will slip away."
She turned back to the target and drew a new arrow. She aimed, drew, and then waited until that odd sensation came to her that brought the target closer. It almost seemed as if her arrow already touched the bulls-eye. With utmost concentration, she let the arrow go. It followed the other, this time straight into the bulls-eye.
An arrow flew silently and at a high speed through the air. There was a muffled thud when the arrow hit the target, only two inches to the left of the bulls-eye. Nearly a thousand feet away from the target stood the school's professor of Archery. Dayenne Shier lowered her longbow and examined her hit from the long distance. It wasn't bad, but she knew she could do better.
"It's a nice shot, Dayenne," sounded from not too far away from her. Soulfire, the school's professor for Divination and Nature magic, sat on a low, flat rock, reading a book.
"I know," Dayenne replied. "But it can be better. If this was a deer, it would've injured it, not killed it. That would be cruel, to let an animal suffer like that when I know I can deliver instant death." She then threw a small smile over her shoulder. "But that's why I am here. I know I can do better, but if I don't practice every day, that skill will slip away."
She turned back to the target and drew a new arrow. She aimed, drew, and then waited until that odd sensation came to her that brought the target closer. It almost seemed as if her arrow already touched the bulls-eye. With utmost concentration, she let the arrow go. It followed the other, this time straight into the bulls-eye.
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