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01 – Heaven’s Sight

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[1000 words – #3WW]An enormous moon shone over an undisturbed field of sand, known to the locals as Heaven’s Sight. Flatter than the anvil of the greatest blacksmith, the sand provided no features to cast shadows – it formed a single polished surface. All who traveled during the night or gazed at the sky were awash in the celestial glow. One could walk with impunity during these nights, as there were no shadows for evil to hide in. Breezes from the ocean carried the smell of water, fish, and shipboard life. These smells were welcome, but the wind also carried the smell of sweat, fish, and the cooling odors of the day sacrificing itself to the night. Heaven’s Sight was known the world over for its beauty when the moon shone bright, but when the hand of God gripped the orb tightly within it’s fist, the bandits held Heaven’s Sight just as tightly, ensuring no one passed through the sand unscathed.

The moon had already traversed its zenith, but Kamaria left the passage of time to the whims of others. She had no use for timepieces – grand or otherwise. No one would think to watch for her. After all, the moon lighted the way. When the moon fell into the ocean, she would begin her day. The same day she had lived as long as she could remember. Kamaria smiled. Tomorrow will be different, she thought. Tomorrow I begin my life as an Apothecary. The lessons would come fast and they would be difficult, but Kamaria knew, just as the fish knew they needed water, that she would be an Apothecary.

Kamaria danced, arms outstretched, as her grandmother had taught her. She prayed to the Gods to return the moon the following night. Kamaria, as a modern woman, questioned the need for such ancient superstitions, but she performed the dance not as an appeasement to the Gods, but to honor her grandmother. Kamaria paused, mid-step, and listened to sounds carried on the wind. She knew the sounds of her home and something didn’t belong. A bandit crept slowly toward the girl. He must have thought the moon was low enough to hide in darkness. The great ocean had yet to feed on the moon and Kamaria easily saw the bandit’s advance. In an instant, Kamaria stood with her bow in hand. The graceful dance morphed into a combat stance, the butt of an arrow knocked against the thin cord. She took aim at the space between the bandit’s eyes and smiled. The glint of the moon in his eyes made for an optimal target. She could’ve easily out maneuvered the bandit, but this space was hers alone. Any commotion might have alerted the village guards, and then the endless explaining would begin. As the moon sunk lower, she knew any such investigation would delay her on her first day as an Apothecary.

Only Kamaria heard the whisper of the thin line. She felt the stock vibrate as it loosed its energy. The sound of the arrow was no different than the light breeze. The bandit let out a sound and fell to the ground. Kamaria’s arrow had struck the soft skin between the Bandit’s eyes and the top of his scruffy beard. A miss, Kamaria thought as she padded to the fallen body, her feet barely displacing the sand. She knelt next to the bandit and had to gather herself. Ye Gods, he stinks, she thought as she wrapped her hand around the metallic shaft of her arrow. She pulled with all her strength and the arrow separated from the bandit’s skull. Blood pooled in the sand, and although it was almost morning, the sand drank his blood greedily. She held her arrow aloft looking for imperfections. The metal glinted in the moonlight. The arrow appeared to be perfect – its use unevident, the exception being the red smear that dulled the celestial reflection.
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