Lucy’s back was arched gently as she let the bow leve her hands. Her light brown hair flow around her, like a wild animals. She had long, brown, almost Red hair. She hated her hair like she loved archway. She always had. She always will.

“Very good, Luc.” said a friendly voice from behind her. She turned around, her bow loaded to see who it was. She saw a small figure with a tiny frame. Mary.
“Hey, Mar. You know you shouldn’t do that when I’m shooting.”

It was almost impossible they where sisters. Her sisters tiny body compared to her almost monster size, her sister light, light almost white hair to her almost Red hair. But, they had things in common. Those hunting blue eyes, there Mothers tiny nose. There fathers stupid sense of humor. They both hated that.

“Yea, ok. I know you wouldn’t shot.” Mar said with a roll of her eyes.

“If I was ticked, you better run.” She said with a smirk and went back to shooting.

“Whatever. I know you wouldn’t.” Mary walked over and sat at her sister feet, watching her perfect aim. “How come you do this? It’s so..borning.”

“Well, to me it’s fun.” Lucy smiled to her self. She had been shooting since Mary was born. So, she was what for? Let’s see..she was fifteen and Mary was elven. Made sense.

“And Math is my life.” Mary said with a roll of her eyes.

“Shut up! We all know you hate Math and I wouldn’t be shocked if it hated you!” Lucy said. “So..you don’t come to the range often. What does Mom want?” she said.

“I don’t know.” She said with a shrug. “She said to get you, so I did.”

“Ok.” Lucy said. She stood up and grabbed her sisters hand. “Come on, race ya.”She said with a smirk and took off.


“So, you wanted me?” Lucy asked as she took a bite of a cookie her Mother made.

“Well, I wanted both of you.” Her mother said, playing with a pice of her Aurban hair.

“Why?” Mar said, taking a bite out of her third cookie.

“Well, you know that Comption the town is having right?” Of course they did, it was all over town, and they were being forced to compte in it. From what they knew, they were being sent to the woods.
“Yea.” Mary and Lucy said at the same time.

“Well, it has to do with our family.”

“How?” Luck asked.

“Well, we come from a line of Fairy.”

The End

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