Raen’s spent days shadowing her mark, watching him, blending into the background—another hunter come south for the game—waiting for this moment.
Pre-dawn. The mark leaves the tavern, weaving his way toward the inn.
Kneeling in shadow, Raen nocks one of her specially treated arrows, watches the mark until her focus narrows to a single point on his body.
When the arrow pierces his neck, the world rushes back. She pulls air into her lungs; it’s cool, fresh. And despite the tremor in her muscles, she thinks she could run the miles back to Vale to collect her payment.
For Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge: Invigorating
6 comments:
Nicely crafted! That's an unexpected place to find invigoration, but it works really well.
Chills!
Thank you.
Last night, my husband said to me that he thinks I try to "corrupt" whatever prompt I'm given.
But, hell, that's where the fun lies. :)
Thank you. :)
Oh my! I expected him to get away and be invigorated, but it makes perfect sense when we get there for her to be invigorated by her success.
Straightforward is no fun anyway.
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