Nine months had passed since the auction at Biddersnest, and life had settled into a new rhythm for James and the elf twins, Elamenor and Erren. They were outside, deep into their training session under the bright sky, the air filled with the sounds of nature.
"Keep a calm mind, hold your breath, keep your focus on the target, and fire," instructed James, watching Elamenor closely. The young elf, a picture of concentration, pulled back the string of his bow, the arrow poised to strike. With a deep breath, he released, sending the arrow soaring through the air to strike the target dead center. A bullseye.
"Impressive," James nodded with approval, "but not enough. Keep practicing, and you might surpass me in archery."
Elamenor smiled, a glint of determination in his eyes. "I will not just surpass you, but also surpass big brother," he declared confidently.
