The Start of an Epic. Part 1
James watched the feather rest on her cheek. Time floated in Serena's eyes before the spark of certainty set them alight. She growled something low and savage in Bulgarian. With a flicker and SNAP the arrow vanished into the brush.
A single moment passed then SMACK and commotion. The slow arching moan of a great beast and the grand static of bending straw and dried weeds.
"I got Ha Ha!" She cackled aloud and swiped the sticky hair from her forehead. She clapped James on the shoulder and disappeared with a flourish after her kill.
"Yeah, right-on." Allen grunted forcefully. His eyes were pressed shut. The bandage he held to his hip was beginning to spot. "Sounds like it died fast." Allen said as though being dipped into hot water.
"Her eyes are good." James said, the first words he had spoken for days.