#07 | Archery
The campers stood around the new half-blood who'd arrived just yesterday as she shot arrow after arrow hitting the bugs flying around in the mid-summer heat. They whispered murmured to their friends, not daring to take their eyes off of the girl. Some went to get other campers, others watched her arrows fly through the air before impaling another bug, with scrutinizing eyes.
The bugs' buzzing wasn't the only buzzing going on as more joined the group, watching her with awe and amazement and disbelief.
"Wow," someone finally whispered a little loud. "She's good."
The girl smiled, pulling out another arrow and letting it fly, saying in a confident, smug voice, "Yes I am."
Thank you for everything,
TheBrightestNight