"Like this?" I muttered with one eye closed.
"Open your two eyes, Lena," Luca instructed from behind me. "Keep the bow steady. Remember what I taught you. Only let go when you're ready."
Easier said than done.
My bow was drawn. My goal was to hit the round straw target on the opposite wall of the training ground. Red concentric circles were painted on the target. Landing on any of them was more than good enough, but I specifically aimed for the smallest circle in the middle.
It was my first time, and I was determined to show Luca that I was a prodigy.
I took a deep breath.
Confident that my aim was perfect, I let go.
Unfortunately, I let go of the wrong thing. I loosened my grip on the bow instead of the arrow.
The wooden bow bounced back on the string and smacked painfully against my face.
"Ow!"
"Lena, are you okay?!" Luca rushed up to me, inspecting my face. "Oh, no. Your face is a little red."
