Don’t Get Killed ~ Flash Fiction

May 2nd, 2013 by Theresa

Only a few women in the Sagittarii, the most elite horse archers of the kingdom, looked at him with a measure of respect. He was the only man to make it this far in the trials. He reset the strap of his quiver a few times and stroked his horse’s mane.

“Berit? This way please? You can mount when you get to gate.”  Mylam, the captain spoke softly, her voice carried far.  Berit followed his instructions carefully.  At the designated stall, he got in the saddle and waited patiently. The captain herself walked up to him, new bow in hand.

She didn’t smile as she handed up the bow. “You do know how to do this, right? You know, aim and shoot?” Her voice carried farther now, as if she spoke for all to hear. Berit looked down at her face. His keen eyes detected that something was amiss. Was it a set up?

He raised a brow slowly.  Mylam rolled her eyes.

Definitely a set up.  Berit let a half smile flash for a moment. This was his time to shine. “Aim,” he said loudly, “like this.” Laughter broke out as he purposely fouled his grip.  He looked back to Mylam to see her grin.  He was ready as she stood back and slapped the horse’s rump.

He took the course in a blur, arrows hitting their targets. As his horse slowed and walked back to the gate, silence greeted him.

“You’re in the third flank. Don’t get killed,” Mylam said.

, ,

Comments are closed.