I don't own things.
Every time an arrow soared through the air, I'd lose something.
The first arrow was flung five years ago. I left home with a friend. We planned on becoming rich. I lost my family and my village.
The next arrow flew a month later, Dan left me. Got too scared. I couldn't forgive him.
After that, I wandered alone for a while. Arrows painted the sky. I started to lose myself.
I finally dropped my bow in Bern after a while. I was tired of the arrows.
Then Lyn and her gang visited the village I was staying in. Once again, I left my home. I picked up my bow and let the arrows fly once again.
On the journey, I met Rath. His arrows were the first to save me.
At the end of Lyn's campaign, another arrow was shot for the first time in a while.
This arrow stung like the first one had. Rath left.
The next year went by in a blur. It was happy, but that arrow seemed to stay suspended in the air. I guess Rath meant more to me than I thought.
Yet another arrow shot through the sky when we left Caelin to join Eliwood's army.
This arrow was not as sad as others. The possibility of seeing Rath again excited me.
And finally, it happened.
I met him again on the battlefield. He walked over to me, and kissed me on the lips.
A barrage of arrows flew.
And they landed in my heart.
That was troublesome. Is this even a metaphor? Whatever. I like Wil and Rath. They're fan-freakin'-tastic together.
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