Though I didn't draw the wooden bow with as much grace or confidence as the elves around me, I hit the mark on the first try.
I heard a murmur or surprise in the group and someone muttered something about beginners luck. Drawing another arrow backwards, I hit the mark again. And again.
"Take five steps backwards and three to the right," Blaze instructed.
I did as I was told, adjusting my stance, drawing the bow back once more. It hit dead center of the circle.
"Five steps backwards, ten to the left."
I did as instructed and the group moved out of my way, trying to ignore the hostility in the gaze of the blonde that had tripped me earlier. Her arms were crossed, stance tensed. She was a really pretty girl, but after meeting the few Pureblood princesses in my life, I knew that mean
