The first competition was archery. The one I was best at. The rules were simple: there were three rounds with the increasing distance in the target. The first one was 30m then 50m and the last one was at 80m distance.
Each target had circles drawn on it with the marks written on it and the centre one was bulls eyes, which I was sure I could hit, since my wounds have healed just fine.
I looked around, mostly looking at me with a smirk, all the knights presented there were 20 or above of age with years of training. And i.. I was not even qualified to use sir in front of my name as I have not even qualified for the entrance of knighthood.
'To bad! Your smirk is not going to stay there for long.'
Finally the most awaited bell rang and we were given 5 chances to shoot the arrow. I closed my one eyes and aimed for the red mark that was in the centre with full concentration.
