Hunter’s Flight

“You’re, what, an eight?”

“I’m a nine.”

“Come with me if you want to live to ten.”

“How do you know where we’re going? You’re so young…”

“I’m short for a seven. No big deal.”

“Your bow… You can hunt?”

“I can fight. I can fight any sort of kinndah-yaygah. Mess ’em up.”

“With that little bow?”


“I don’t believe you.”

“Shut up! I shoot ’em straight and true. Right through their opticals.”

“You cannot even.”

“I’ll leave you here. I’ll leave you for them to find. Huh?”

“Huh. Whatever. This is illegal. They’ll come and find us. They always said there’s nowhere in the Forest you can hide. ‘If you run from the nursery, you’re deader than dead.’ That’s what they sang. That’s what how we sang it back in class chorus.”

“Shows what you know. We’re not going to the Forest. We’re going below… to the Temple.”

“The… No! We can’t go there!”

“Yes, right now. Now hold your breath and duck your head… and run through!”


“Pff. Hah! I said duck your head. You nines are too damn tall.”

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