Ok, just wanted to warn you of one thing… POSSIBLE SPOILER ALERT! THIS FIC IS BASED OFF OF A CLIP FROM BOOK OF SHANE PART 2! Which I have not yet read, FYI. So, I saw a - dun dun dun, Larik scene in a screen shot posted by ZarinaSD3 on Deviantart and automatically, my brain went into hyper mode. So now here I am with a new fic based off of one sentence. Enjoy! -IADS

'My name is Lishay. I lost my brother to your pet monsters. I lost my spirit animal. And I lost the man I- a good man. Tarik.' -Lishay, The Book of Shane 2

The arrow splintered, sending shards of wood flying. Lishay watched as the pieces fell to the ground in front of the target, adding to the growing pile.

She felt the tension in the string of her bow as she drew it back. She watched the arrow speeding forward as she knocked another on the string. She heard the impact of the arrow as it split the one before, reducing it to splinters.

But more than that, she felt the pain in her heart.

Each shot meant to make her forget. Each shot meant to lessen her pain. Each shot meant to seal the aching void in her soul.

But instead of relief, she felt the pain of memories. Tarik giving her this bow as a birthday gift. Tarik helping her make arrows.

She felt the tension in the string as she drew it back.

Silent tears make their way down her face.

She watched the arrow speeding forward as she knocked another arrow on the string.

Tears choked her throat.

She heard the impact of the arrow as it split the one before, reducing it to splinters.

Pain stabbed at her heart.

She felt the tension in the string as she drew it back.

She felt the handle of her bow, carved into swirling patterns on tigers and vines and a river.

She watched the arrow speeding forward and reached to her quiver only to find it empty.

Lishay had shot every arrow away, but the pain had stayed.

A new wave of grief crashed down on her, forcing her to her knees as the pain overwhelmed her. He was gone. Tarik was gone.

The man that she loved was dead.

She looked at the target. It was plagued with the wounds of her grief, filled with splinters of wood as evidence of how she had tried to shoot away her agony, but had only emptied her quiver to find no relief.

Lishay rose to her feet and took the only intact arrow in her hands and pulled it free. She put it back in her quiver and walked away.

The Devourer had killed her brother.

The Devourer had killed her spirit animal.

The Devourer had killed the man she loved.

Two can play at that that game.

Hey! Yep, there's a catch. :) I will only continue when I get 8 reviews. MWAHAHAHA!-IADS, The evil author