Meghana

The sun peaked through  Meghana's small window. rubbing her eyes and yawning, she sat up. Her brother had already gone. Rolling out of bed, she slipped on her shirt and short pants. Walking out the door, she realized that she had almost forgotten something: her hunting bow and knife.

"Goodness," she whispered, grabbing them and rushed out the door. The bright sun flashing in her hazel eyes, she ran into the forest.

Meg sighed as she sat in a tree, waiting. Hours later, a doe and it's fawn trotted underneath her. She drew her bow silently, but seeing the fawn, she didn't shoot them. Instead, she shot the ground next to them so they would run.

"I'm sorry my friends," she whispered and drew another arrrow to be at the ready when more game came.

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