Zivas journey
Discovery
Authors note: Hi readers!! This is my first fan fiction so please, please be gentle when\if you review. Ideas for future chapters welcome! Well now for the story!!
"Ima! I'm going to the practice fields to shoot!"
"yeah, whatever" came the reply.
Well that was hardly worth the effort thought Ziva as she ran from the house clutching her bow. It was a beautiful bow, made of layered ash and redwood with her personal crest engraved near the nock.
For although no one knew it, 13 year old Ziva was a princess and, she thought, you could not tell it by looking at her.
She had waist length jet black hair with white streaks that accented her curls and charcoal rimmed grey eyed with small gold flecks in them.
Her lean, brown body was small yet surprisingly strong with few curves. She was, she thought wryly, like her bow. Small, strong and deadly.
Arriving at the practice field in Westly village she spotted two things; that no archery targets were free and that a figure dressed in typical rangers garb standing almost invisible at the edge of the field. Without looking she knew who it was. King Halt. Whilst Ziva knew that she must never call her uncle that, she still could not get used to not just calling him uncle.
Finally she thought, a target is free. Still conscious of Halt watching her, she moved to the target and started to get ready to shoot. Clipping her quiver to her belt she aimed, drew and fired within the space of a second, without even looking she knew that the arrow had hit in the tiny centre ring.
Her Uncle Halt had trained her well. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the young ranger Will arrive and start to talk with halt. She had no doubt as to the subject of their conversation. Her.
After emptying her quiver several times she grew bored and, after retrieving her last arrows headed home to her 'familys' small farm.