Icy Destiny

After what feels like an aeon, I finally find the perfect weapon. At first, mother tries to find a sword or dagger for me, but none of them feel right. She moves on to spears. No way. They're all to heavy and awkward for me to use. We try crossbows. No. Then mother takes the only three things on the table that I have not tried yet. A bow. A long slender hunting knife. And a spiky, lethal looking disk. I try the bow first.

I slide an arrow in and pull the string taut. Release. Watch the arrow cut through the air ttowarf the target at the opposite end of the hall and slice into the centre ring. At once I know that it is the one. The bow itself is gorgeous. As black as charcoal with silver swirls everywhere, the arrows are the same black but with no swirls. Instead, each has a name carved on it. I read a few. Peridit. Yitifij. Axrake. And more, so many more. Carved on the neck of the bow is another name. Astargia. And it's mine. Mine.

Notes

Sorry but I need to save or I'll die.