We Are The SameWe are exactly the same.Well, except you could be a little taller. Or shorter. You might not even be the same gender as I am. You might even be transgender. We probably don't look alike at all.You could be older than me. Or younger than me. Maybe you go to a public school, or a private school, or a university, or maybe you're already in your career. Or perhaps you are unemployed.You might be gay, lesbian, or straight. Maybe even bisexual. You might not even be into that sort of thing at all and are chaste for life.You could be single, married, or have a boyfriend or girlfriend. Maybe you play around.Your hair could be blonde, brown, black, or orange. Maybe blue, or purple. It could even be all kinds of colors. It could be short, long, or maybe you have it all shaved off. Maybe you have facial hair, or maybe you're clean shaven, or you could even not be able to grow facial hair.You could have a mental disorder or a handicap. You could have lost a limb, or have never been able to u
The Archer's Legacy-Part Two "What do you think you are doing?" yelled Lucinda. "Trying to convince a fair maiden such as you to stay in my presence but a moment longer?" he suggested, shifting to grasp her hand instead. She jerked her hand out of his and took a step back. If looks could kill, an entire town would fall dead under the weight of her stare. "I've met men like you," she whispered angrily. He arched a brow. "Oh? Tell me about it." She glared at him, but complied. "They seduce woman, play with them
then throw them away like a broken toy. I'll have you know that I will not be one of those girlsnot for you, not for anyone." Not like my mother. "If you value your life, you will not follow me." With those words out, she turned on her heel and walked away. The man did not try to follow her nor did he ask her again to stay. She was relieved. As soon as Lucinda was out of his sight, the archer veered away from the path leading back to town.
The Archer's Legacy-Part Three Lucinda loaded an arrow in the string of her bow. Her back was to the wall left of the door. Using the heel of her right foot, she slowly nudged open the cracked panels of wood that made her door. A small strip of paper flittered unnoticed to the ground. The armed girl did a half turn to stand in front of the door, facing in, arrow pointing inside. The single room house was empty as usual. Nothing had been disturbed. Two steps showed her what was behind the door: dust. With a sigh of relief, Lucinda lowered her bow. Some would remove their shoes before entering a house; she readied an arrow and scoped the area before entering. It was a precautionary measure that never revealed any unknown visitors; she did it nonetheless. "'It is the stupid and careless that always die,'" she said, quoting her mother. &