life

There was a bright sun, a blue sky and the cheerful melody of birds. It seemed as everything, on such a fine day, was perfect. Several younglings and apprentices ran about the island, attending to tasks given to them by a magister or another, or by their masters and trainers.

Fenthick ran a finger along the curved length of his bow and kept an eye downhill at his targets, a gathering of wild treants. He hummed a soft tune and breathed regularly. He snickered to himself, musing at his current task. The old man had suggested that perhaps the magisters here on the island could use a bard to liven them up. Of course, instead of requesting a song, the magistrix he'd approached had instead sent Fenthick this way and that on errands. He shrugged. A coin was a coin, and perhaps he would still get a chance to sing for them in the night.

The treants seemed to be dispersing. That would give him a chance to pick them off one by one if he was fast enough. He swiftly snatched an arrow from its quiver and nested it against the bow's fine cord. The small ones first? He shook his head, worste came to worste, they would be easier to dispatch with his blade. He took aim for the largest one and released the arrow. True was its flight, whistling as it cut through air. It hit home, between the elemental's twin orbs. Before it had fallen, another arrow was fired, then another, and another.

Fenthick grinned widely as he held the last arrow between his fingers. He blinked for a moment as he watched the treants running up the hill at him. Some arrows pierced their bark, but focusing past the rushing elementals he realised that a good portion of his arrows had missed.

"Er... Shot too fast." He told himself as a hand went to his blade. He eyed the hilt for a moment, eyed the elementals closing in, eyed the hilt again, and turned and fled.

"Gah! Could this be the end?!" he yelped as he ran, chased by the wild mob.