Hollis

I storm out of the copse of trees, clenching and unclenching my hands. I have to hit something. There has to be something in this Goddess-forsaken place for me to hit. I march back to the mock-training ground Zain and I slapped together, still empty, but we’ve only finished the fucking archery part.

It’s better than nothing. I shoulder one of the heavy bows, nock an arrow, and let it fly. Bullseye.

Inhale, aim, fire, exhale. The next arrow lands directly next to ...