34th Summer, 512AV
It was just another normal day in the winter city. Things were slowly returning to normal, much to the residents relief. The prison had been rebuilt and a good number of prisoners were back inside. The gates were also nearing re-completion. Soon everything and everyone would be as they should; safe.
On this particular day, a young man and his dog were out in the archery range. Nate was sorting his arrows while Ashca rolled in the snow around him. Occasionally she would get a face-full of the white stuff, resulting in an amused chuckle from the boy.
Nate stood, grabbed his bow in his left hand and an arrow in the right. He selected his target - one of the end ones - and lined himself up.
Stance Nate - think. Shoulder width... He set his feet apart so that they were parallel to both the target and his shoulders. He raised his bow into position and set the arrow on the string, but didn't pull it back just yet. He blinked a few times, straightened his shoulders and took a deep breath.
His arm moved, the string pulled back and released, sending the arrow flying through the air. It landed in the target with a satisfying thunk. Nate squinted at it critically. It wasn't bad, but it was by no means a great shot either. The arrow had landed near the middle of the black ring and that was average at best. He sighed and trudged over to pull his arrow from the wood.
On this particular day, a young man and his dog were out in the archery range. Nate was sorting his arrows while Ashca rolled in the snow around him. Occasionally she would get a face-full of the white stuff, resulting in an amused chuckle from the boy.
Nate stood, grabbed his bow in his left hand and an arrow in the right. He selected his target - one of the end ones - and lined himself up.
Stance Nate - think. Shoulder width... He set his feet apart so that they were parallel to both the target and his shoulders. He raised his bow into position and set the arrow on the string, but didn't pull it back just yet. He blinked a few times, straightened his shoulders and took a deep breath.
His arm moved, the string pulled back and released, sending the arrow flying through the air. It landed in the target with a satisfying thunk. Nate squinted at it critically. It wasn't bad, but it was by no means a great shot either. The arrow had landed near the middle of the black ring and that was average at best. He sighed and trudged over to pull his arrow from the wood.