Continued from last month… I felt as if my stomach was about to implode on itself. No elf in the history of the competition had been this young and made it to the finals. There I was, 147 years old, only a small fraction in to my life, and I was facing off against my …
…Continued from last month For most competitors, 100 meters was the hardest distance to master. From a young age my father Algus Atyrmirid had taught me to use this knowledge to my advantage, constantly practicing shots from as far away as possible and working on building my intuition. When it came to hunting, I was …
…Continued from last month I lined up next to the other semi-finalists once again. Out of the four of us, I had the lowest score thus far, which meant that I had to step up my game if I hoped to make it to the finals. I thought of actually going head to head with …
My first archery competition often feels like it was only last week, for the memory is still ingrained deep in my mind. No matter what else I achieve, that will stick with. Maybe it was because it was because I was the youngest elf to win the Annual Erathal Archery Contest, or maybe it was …
