Chapter 2: Courage
The ideal shot was through the head. That's what her grandmother always told her was the most humane way to kill prey. A secondary shot would be through the heart and lungs. It was a bit slower but still relatively fast.
It had been so long since she was able to use a bow. It felt like a decade but in her present reality, it must have been a day or two. Would she remember exactly what to do?
Irene raised her bow when she saw that she had a shot. She held her breath to hold as still as possible while lining the arrowhead up with her prey.
The grey rabbit moved and its head was hidden behind a rock.
Rabbits were known for moving around a lot so maybe–
Thwip!
It moved as she predicted and she let out a gleeful cheer when she saw the rabbit pinned to the forest floor with an arrow through its head.
As Irene jumped up from her hiding spot amongst a short bush, her wavy red hair caught a few leaves but she wasn't bothered. However, her disturbance caused a few birds and more rabbits to leave the vicinity to avoid getting hunted by the rambunctious girl.
Her father had sent her to the forest and she wasn't going to disappoint the greatest knight in all of the land. He said he needed a rabbit and she wouldn't question it. Never was she able to run those errands by herself. Her mother was always there to block her.
There was a time she let her dictate her life but...
That day would be different.