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Chapter 13: Training.

FRANCESCA

"Your eyes on your target! Now shoot!" Madam Creese shouted and I did as she had taught me but just like the first ten times, the arrow fell to the ground before my feet rather than go hit the bottle.

I groaned in frustration and set the bow apart. We had been doing this all evening yet it felt like I was not born to shoot an arrow; I just could not get it no matter how much Madam Creese tried. This was proving to be too difficult and I was already exhausted.

Sweat trickled down the side of my face and I wiped it off with the back of my palms. My fingers hurt from pulling the bow's drawstring many times and my back was beginning to ache.

I heard Madam Creese sigh deeply beside me and I bowed my head, fixing my gaze on the ground. She had been really patient with me that evening and I felt bad to let her down.

We were standing in front of the cottage and Madam Creese was trying to teach me how to shoot an arrow. She had placed a bottle some distance away and was asking me to
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