"Free!"
Even during the struggle, Rowan's directive was obvious. I heard twelve bowstrings release, a terrifying sigh.
I didn't hide. Stayed stationary.
I showed them myself on the rock, which was apparent against the sky. The girl practiced at night. They lost the girl. Frostfang-ringed sister.
Arrows moved fast. Not steel, just dull practice heads dyed in referee's dye. They die if hit. Being disqualified
They refused to mark me.
They wanted me gone from the trial, this moment, and their sight.
Same speed, same time. It clarified things. I saw lines and arcs. After a thousand practice fights, my body was ready. A furious ghost was not cold. I had never publicly used the expertise I worked so hard to learn.
I relocated.
A left turn with two arrows hissing past my shoulder. I crou
