Chapter 2
Ever since then I've been learning how to defend myself. I'm now the best sixteen year old archer in my village, even better than the elven teenagers. To be honest I actually want to get chosen so I can show my mother, watching from above, that I am worthy. That I'm not that cowardly fourteen year old anymore."Morning Arabelle," my dad says in his deep, gruff voice.
"Morning father,"
"You nervous?" I want to say that I'm terrified, that I could possibly die, that I could let the village down but something stops me, mum.
"No, plus, who said that I was getting chosen,"
"That's my girl, stubborn as ever!" He scruffs my hair as if I'm a boy. I glare at him.
"Stop treating me like a BOY," I stand up and stomp off to my room.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!
"Arabelle! It's time!" Father calls from outside my bedroom door. I slowly get up off my bed that I was sitting on. I open the door and walk out. "I'll meet you there Arabelle," I don't get why he insist of ALWAYS calling me Arabelle, not Belle or Ar or even Ara.
"Hey Belle!" My best friend calls from down the road. She runs clumsily up to me.
"Hi Aria!"
"I hope WE don't get chosen,"
"Me too Aria,"
HOOOONK!!
I hear the honker sponker, Our leader gave it that name, It's actually just a normal siren.
"Well there goes the honker sponker, Let's get to the main hall,"
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