(Epilogue)

~After eighteen years~

Maximillian

I gazed at the archery targets carefully, my left hand slowly lifted up, holding the heavy recurved bow firmly.

My right hand reached for my quiver, and I pulled out one arrow. I positioned it in the bow and pointed it at the targets.

I closed my left eye so that I could get the appropriate angle and degree to release my arrow.

After being satisfied with my positioning, I dragged the bowstring and arrow real quick and let go of the arrow.

The arrow travelled from where I stood to the archery target, and I nervously watched it move.

The King, my father, was at the other end, and as soon as the arrow pierced the target, he ran to it to check.

“Yes! You did it!” He yelled, and I jumped up and punched the air in excitement.

“I told you I’d be able to do it!” I yelled back boastfully.

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Since I turned ten, I grew a great passion for shooting arrows. No one in Jamba Kingdom was an arrow shooter, and I wanted to break that record.

My mother, Que