Ar'Chismaytopia Rae Saga(Australia)
Bow Without Arrow
They had lunch quietly. It wasn't long before Rae found the Fhire walking towards him. He sat down beside Rae while licking his hands in satisfaction.
“It looks like you've got your lunch,” cel for him, reached out and stroked the head of the Fhire for a bit. Her cat is growing so fast, Rae noticed it when she patted her head.
Frya made her walk to the back of the snitcopalace, out from the gate to the back towards the hills, the trees towering over there. They kept stepping in, tracing the path.
“Where are we?” Ask Rae.
“Train your physique,” replied Frya briefly. The scenery outside was amazing, they walked in silence, Rae because her eyes were too busy observing the surroundings, while Frya who had no idea what the elves were thinking, she did not say much. And the Phire who curiously roams the forest. Every now and then Rae saw his movement.
There was no urgency, no fear, they just enjoyed the forest, after almost an hour of walking the glorious path uphill, the Fhire returned to the entourage, agilely jumping the rocks in front, as well as Frya. The elf moved nimbly and gracefully. While Rae is out of breath.
“You okay?” ask Frya when Rae stumbles and is a little shrewd when walking.
“Hu uh,” replied Rae. They kept walking through the forest.
“Let's stop here,” an hour later Frya stopped at the edge of a small clear spring, because it was so clear Rae could see basically there was a small fish swimming there. Across the land, Frya took water with magic and gulped it down. Rae who has not been able to use magic scoops it by hand. Fresh water ran down his throat. Next to him the Fhire drank in a loud noise. Rae sat on the stone's edge while observing Frya's movements.
Frya approached an old yew tree, picking up a broken twig underneath. The branch was no longer than his arm. Frya started to sing and the twig seemed to be alive. He elongated, curved, growing into a long bow, which was nearly two meters long.
Frya approached a bunch of violet flowering shrubs, she knelt down and scooped up a bunch of pointy-leaved plants, singing, the bushes in her clutches were neatly cut off as if some invisible scissors were cutting through them. As soon as the shrub in his grasp dried up turned into a bundle of fine fibers in a quick time, Rae was like looking at a times lapse video.
Frya attached the end to the end of the arc, miraculously the tendril twisted into a rope, then formed a knot, tying itself to the end of the arc. Frya placed her bow between her legs, then with a pile on her right leg Frya curled her bow and hooked the end of the bow with a rope in her left hand.
“Hua...” Rae applauded entranced.
“Try this,” said Frya gave the bow to Rae.
Rae received it “without arrows?” but keep trying, heavy, but he managed to pull it.
“Nae, later.” From the corner of Rae's eye he saw Frya moving towards the hazel tree while singing, grabbing a few young trunks, cutting them to thirty inches long. Frya picked up a stone at the edge of the spring. He threw it at another stone, and it split into small triangular shale fragments. Frya again approached the flax bushes, taking one other trunk that instantly turned into a rope - but thin. During that process Frya was unceasingly singing. Moments later two swans appear to land in front of Frya. The two geese wiggled their bottoms in an alarming manner, making a few strands of white feathers fall down, they then flew back. Frya took it, one by one Frya assembled her arrows with magic.
He handed his three arrows to Rae. Rae tried. Frya made a target board. “Two meters is enough for the prefix,” he said.
“Note your standing position, stretch your legs slightly, Frya fix the position of her feet, “Use three fingers to hook the rope, relax. Wrist too. Bring your consciousness to your elbow, not your hand. It's not your hands that pull the rope but use your elbows. Pull until your middle finger touches the side of your face. Find Angkor pointmu” Sound of wood in a stretch is heard, “Relax, release.. release Rae.” A screeching sound rang out, Rae's arrow shot through the air and stuck. Thirty centi higher than the target.
“When you aim you should aim lower than your target, because our Angkor point when shooting is always under our eyes. Try again.”
Rae shoots her this time she lands quite close to the target.
“Repeat,” order Frya. Rae shot her last arrow. Still the same, he hasn't shot on target. Once again the sound of wood in the stretch and following the sound of a screech defending the silence.
“Consistency, and relax Rae. That's the archery key. Repeat!” said Frya. Rae took her arrows and started again.
“You need to train your muscles,” said Frya an hour later ending their training. They returned to the castle afterwards.
