The Archer's Legacy-Part One Sunlight flittered through the canopy of leaves above. The smell of flowers and ripened fruit rode the small breeze like horsemen, ruffling the grass. Birds chirped as if celebrating the warm, spring day. An arrow whistled, cutting through the air as if it were nothing.
It stuck cleanly at the center of an assortment of red and white circles. Lucinda, a maiden of seventeen with night black hair and dark chocolate eyes notched another arrow into the taught string of her bow. The black and red arrow shot past fifty yards of trees and shrubbery to pierce the back of the previous arrow, splitting it in half.
Lucinda allowed her arms to fall. "What a waste," she murmured. "I'll have to make more, I suppose."
The girl crossed the expanse of forest quickly, long hair trailing behind her. Thin, graceful f