the moon only shines with the help of the sun
The youngling breathed, eyes focused ahead of him. The target was so far away -- at least, to Marcus, it felt like it was. In truth, it was at half the distance as the normal range for the target set up. His father had done it that way, but rather than only moving Marcus' target, he had moved all of them, to give the impression he was working just as hard at his target practice as the Shields.
Letting another breath out, the Olson son let his arrow fly. It whizzed and went straight over the target -- too high and to the left. "Dad, I keep missing." Marcus groaned, letting his head fall back as he gaped his mouth open in despair. His arms fell limp at his side, but he kept his grip tight on the bow in his left.
Letting another breath out, the Olson son let his arrow fly. It whizzed and went straight over the target -- too high and to the left. "Dad, I keep missing." Marcus groaned, letting his head fall back as he gaped his mouth open in despair. His arms fell limp at his side, but he kept his grip tight on the bow in his left.
it's not as safe when your walking alone
