Oliver liam Hayes POV
Breathe, breathe, breathe…strike. “Lucas what the heck are you doing, shoot the dang thing!” I watch as yet another arrow zips off and lands in the ground, and the little phoenix flies off into the forest. “Lucas, how the heck do you expect to survive in this world if you can't shoot a stupid bird!”
His face falters, and his blonde curly hair dims ever so slightly.
“I can't do it Oliver.”
“What do you mean you can't do it?” A snarl escapes my lips
“I just can't!”
“Shut it! You can and you will.”
“But-”
“Enough!”
The air goes stiff, nothing can be heard except for my heavy breaths. Maybe some other day I'd feel some kind of remorse but that's not the case for today. My fingers scrape against my wooden bow, my fingernail making an agonizing screeching sound when my fingers scrape against my engraved name, and before I know it the bow is out of my grasp and on the ground, I'm walking… Where am I walking to? I don't know but I can't and won't stay here anymore.
