Wanda watched as the Golden Canary dodged her arrow with a dexterity that only added to the mystical aura surrounding the little bird. The golden glow of its feathers shimmered in the sunlight, making it an even more irresistible target. She barely had time to process her frustration before the other candidate revealed himself.
It was Lucian, a slim, agile young man known for his skill with traps and for never losing a kill. His black hair contrasted with his pale skin, and his blue eyes shone with determination. He moved like a shadow, fast and silent, the net in his hand, ready to catch the bird, but Wanda knew the canary wouldn't give in so easily.
"Well, well, it seems I have competition, Wanda," Lucian said, his voice filled with an almost arrogant confidence. He didn't look at her directly, concentrating on the canary who was still jumping from branch to branch.
