About 10 feet before entering the woods, my mom had the brilliant idea of shooting an arrow directly at my feet. I noticed the arrow before it hit me, but that didn’t stop me from tripping and falling flat on my behind. That also didn’t stop my mom from swarming me with arrows as fast as she could throw them.
I wrapped my wings around me for protection and got up as quickly as possible. I managed to enter the woods and felt relief as soon as my wings lifted me in the air.
The second time I flew, I concentrated less on the amazing feeling in my wings or the way my hair swayed in the air, and instead mentally prepared for the third and final attack.
When I reached the second red ribbon, I flew down faster than before and made my way back up.
I was determined to not get hit by any of the
