Calaxia drew back her bow. Having silently stalked her prey, she anticipated this moment. She calmed her rapid breathing; stilled her racing heartbeat. Her targets, unaware of her presence, continued through the forest. She knew her aim and timing must be perfect – she had only one chance, one shot.
Twang went her bow; thunk went her arrow in a tree near two deer grazing in the clearing. They sped safely away, white tails flashing, through the forest. She could hear the sport hunters and their guide cursing.
Calaxia was a protector of the woods and all who dwelt there.
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