A crescent moon stood watch over the archery range.

Violet looked up at the stars. Wispy clouds drifted across their light. A cool breeze rustled the trees. Her thumb ran over the arrow fletching in her hand.

This was the one place where peace reigned supreme. Queens and kings met their match in Violet when she carried a bow.

She hummed softly. The songs of Eloy marched through her mind, lending their melodies to the vowels her lips formed. She stomped her feet to keep ...