the moon only shines with the help of the sun
Exasperated and losing patience, Marcus nearly stomped a foot in protest, but stopped when he could feel his father's warmth nearest to him. Opening similar glacier eyes, Marcus looked at his father. "I am breathing." He muttered indignantly as his father turned him by the shoulders. Huffing, he took the arrow from the Forsaken, but it took all of his will.
"I will hit the dirt." Marcus refuted, challenging his dad. His voice was low, but filled with all of his frustrations and woes. But he nocked, and drew. He breathed, narrowed his focus in. He sucked in a breath, then let it out, and released. His arrow went whirling out and his heart lurched, hope stinging, only to be singed by his arrow sticking tip-deep in the dirt beneath the target.
"See!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms up and turning to face his father head-on.
"I will hit the dirt." Marcus refuted, challenging his dad. His voice was low, but filled with all of his frustrations and woes. But he nocked, and drew. He breathed, narrowed his focus in. He sucked in a breath, then let it out, and released. His arrow went whirling out and his heart lurched, hope stinging, only to be singed by his arrow sticking tip-deep in the dirt beneath the target.
"See!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms up and turning to face his father head-on.
it's not as safe when your walking alone
