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In all the excitement, I had forgotten about it. Sitting on the bed, with it in hand, I tear open the paper. What's inside has me tearing up as I pull it out.
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It was a bow. Not just any bow, but a Morai bow. Morai was known for making expensive, but perfect bows. They always shot straight and true. My family must have saved for months and years to get me it. Especially since it was one that folded up so you could fit it in a pocket. The bow itself was spruce wood with silver and black engravings. It curved gracefully at each end and the string was taut with power. There were no arrows but those are easier to come by. A note was attached:
Dearest Zircon,
We hope you like it. Father said you would want this smaller one over a longbow. It was a gift for your birthday this year but, due to the circumstances, that had to be changed. It goes well with your knives and now, you can carry it wherever you go. By the way, this isn't all. Look again.
Sincerely,
Jessica, Stephanie, and Kate
As I checked the package again, a long rectangle of cloth caught my eye. It was black and silver like the bow. When I shake it out, I realize it is a quiver, a beautifully made one at that. Made of doeskin, it is easy to fold, but is also strong as leather. I quickly change into one of the sleeping clothes sets and wash up. That night, I go to sleep with the bow and quiver beside me, thinking of my family.
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FantasyUNEDITED VERSION ( edited version on my page) In a world where every year, five male children from each city and village between the ages 15-18 are chosen to become dragon riders, what happens when only four males get chosen from one village? And wh...
