The Sentinel of the North
You see the things they never see
All you wanted I could be
The arrow left Noah’s bow in a streak of celestial fire, and for a sliver of a moment, he believed it would land. But then the air shifted.All you wanted I could be
Wind spiraled through the training ground, sharp and controlled with the ever-present mark of the Sword. His arrow was caught mid-flight, yanked from its course with practiced ease. It twisted in the air, momentum stolen, and then, with calculated cruelty, began to curve back toward him.
His eyes widened. “Shit.”
He dropped low and rolled, the celestial bolt slicing over his shoulder and fizzling out against the far wall in a flash of sparks. Panting, Noah came up on one knee again, glancing toward Deimos. He reached for the shield on instinct, but felt it still faltering—recharging, not ready.
His arm dropped.
No time.
So he struck again.
The bow reformed with a pulse of light, smoother this time, drawn faster. He called on his magic, drew back and loosed two arrows in quick succession—one aimed for center mass, the other veering slightly right.
3/4
Now you know me and I'm not afraid
And I wanna tell you who I am
And I wanna tell you who I am
Noah
