Aim on Taeleeran Stories

Paragwuid

Mon, 13 Jul 2026 00:00:00 +0000

It was nighttime. Clouds loomed between the skies and the earth, dimming whatever light was left for the troops stationed at Joul Stronghold. A crescent moon left us just enough light to see but remain unseen.

A shadow walked in front of the stone wall. It was a patrol.

I drew my bow, executing the motion as practiced, stretching the string to my ear. No wind disrupted my flow. Not that it mattered anyway. The bow string was like a tether to his soul, and with a release—his soul shall leave his body.

Stolen Valor

Mon, 13 Jul 2026 00:00:00 +0000

They were late returning to the camp. I thought for a few minutes after waking—they would show up soon, pack their tents and ride. I woke to a sunset, and I followed it back to the Stronghold.

Absolute silence as I walked. We were all trained to travel under the trees, and use the wind to hide our footsteps, but this was different. When the breeze came, the undercurrent of bristling leaves didn’t follow.

Abandoned

Mon, 13 Jul 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Cadden’s arrow missed. It struck a wooden box beside the man.

The sound of the thunk caught the man off guard, and he scrounged around until he picked up a blade and searched for his attackers.

“You’re a little off,” I said to Cadden, and readied an arrow.

“It was the wind,” Cadden replied readily. “I was aiming for his hands of course. I wanted it to *hurt,*or main. Much worse than instant death.”