The Sniper
She held her breath with a simple prayer, her eyes stung from sweat and tears.
She looked upon the brand on her hand, the mark that proved she was her mother's- even if she couldn't remember.
She pulled back on the arrow, her eyes locked, and her target in her sights.
She'd do her father proud, or she'd die in her lover's arms, her fate was already sealed.
Her target charged, his ancient blade in hand, ready to lay to rest her and her family.
But it wasn't to be today. A flashing smile from her lover, a man of blue hair, and a fleeting charm, and she knew she had to survive.
She didn't know her past, but he told of his, and the tale crushed her heart.
Not unlike how her father felt for her mother- true love did blossom, a desire to give above all other.
In the distance she saw fly an arrow, striking the golden knight, and a rush of wind twice over, battle was upon her, and it was do or die.
Die? No, not today. She cracked a smile, and let fly one deft arrow, and quickly mounted another.
Joined by her lover, arrows did fly.
She was in her element, and knew she'd see it through- not this day, would they die.
A flurry of arrows slammed into the knight, who fell from his horse, breathing no more.
For she was a key in her father's plan for victory.
She was the sniper.