the moon only shines with the help of the sun
Marcus was receptive to his father’s corrections. There wasn’t much that could bring him down from this high. Feeling this accomplished wasn’t something he had felt very many times in his short life. He felt his father’s finger son his elbow as the Forsaken helped rise and stabilize his arm. The youngling nodded, but he could feel the fatigue touching at the ends of his limbs.
”Okay, Dad.” Marcus agreed, brushing his hair out of his face again. He reached down and grabbed another arrow. He nocked it, aimed, drew, and shot. It barely hit the target as it whizzed across the yard. He hmmphed and repeated the action. Grab, load, aim, draw. Another arrow — the last arrow — just barely missed the target and stuck in the frost-touched sand behind it.
”Okay, Dad.” Marcus agreed, brushing his hair out of his face again. He reached down and grabbed another arrow. He nocked it, aimed, drew, and shot. It barely hit the target as it whizzed across the yard. He hmmphed and repeated the action. Grab, load, aim, draw. Another arrow — the last arrow — just barely missed the target and stuck in the frost-touched sand behind it.
it's not as safe when your walking alone
