[Whew! I'm telling you these manuscripts are hard to transcribe through google translate an it actually make sense... Oh well, hope your soul is enlightened and the truth sets you free. Stay safe my friends... Also my comments will be bracketed like [ ] so.]


"Archers never won a battle... Well, they've never lost one either." My head thumps as I hear the marching of the approaching army. The bastards. [sorry the woman apparently has no filter]

"READY!" The order rang out.

We all pulled out our arrows in unison, nocking the string. I keep my face stern and strong. No weakness. No pain. No fear.

"AIM!"

The army comes closer chanting like dogs. I pull back the bow string an aim toward the army, then raise the bow high. I pray to the gods that I'll hit something. I pray more to Apollo to keep my aim straight and to Ares that I'll make it out in one piece.

"Fire!!!!"

My heart beats against my eardrums as the arrows fly. I watch as the wave of arrows hits the first few soldiers. Others were smart enough to raise their shields up to protect themselves.

"FIRE AT WILL!!"

I ready my bow again. Once they called me "Dainty as a rose." Well this rose has blood on it.

[roll credits! *ding*]

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