"When all things about you are in motion, such as the stellar constellations, the fleeting clouds, the shifting seas, the breathful creatures and even your pulsing heart within, why is your spirit silenced by fear?"
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The Official Chambers of the Magisterial Regent,
The Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
"There! Shoot, at once!", the Regent panicked upon sighting the fair-coloured bird with two pairs of wings, taking flight towards the promontory and beyond.
Jaycob steadied his stance, held his arm up for focus and aim and purposed in his mind: the heart of his moving target.
In a trice, the arrow was propelled from his grip and found its four-headed hook attacking the pulsing heart of Altair.
"Bull's eye!" the Regent called and before the suffering bird's body could descend, the Archer drew the rope fastened to the arrow's tail and brought the target to the sill of the window.
