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Seven Arrows

The sound of the water flowing through the gurgling river was drowned by the cacophony of wild birds rummaging through the fallen cherries among the pile of leaves and twigs on the ground. Dvaita Forest along the border of Himalayas was immensely alive with the chattering of monkeys, the growling of brown bears and the cooing of pigeons.

That morning, Keane and Brahma were up early, wandering about Dvaita Forest.
The two proficient hunters were in search of the legendary ‘Seven-Arrows’, a master hunter known for shooting seven arrows at one go with precision. Keane and Brahma had come to learn their final art from this maestro.

As they were walking past a bush, suddenly, they encountered an old lady picking berries.
Out of sheer curiosity, she eagerly asked them what they were doing here. The two hunters arrogantly told her they were looking for Seven-Arrows. She smiled and told them that they had come to the right place. Keane looked at her for a good ten seconds and smirked.

“You are just a measly old lady,” Keane said in disgust. Her smile faded and she just walked away   into the dense forest. Brahma laughed.
                                                                                                     

Within seconds, seven wolves appeared out of nowhere. The wolves snarled, growled and slowly advanced towards them. Brahma and Keane had nowhere to take cover so they moved back closer towards the giant oak tree. The next thing Keane and Brahma heard were the whizzing of arrows brushing past them. All seven wolves howled in agony as they fell to the ground. They were in a daze by what just happened.

They turned around and saw the same old lady they had encountered a while ago standing with a bow and a quiver full of arrows.


She smiled.

They knew that she was Seven-Arrows!

They hung their heads low apologetically.

“Ready for your lesson?” she asked teasingly.



Comments

  1. Unknown28 June 2017 at 02:43

    Inspiring... love it!

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  2. Unknown28 June 2017 at 16:59

    Well done. Simple story but with a lesson behind it. Love it

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  3. RheaKaur28 June 2017 at 18:46

    This was beautifully written! You're definitely the next JK!

    You should really write stories on Wattpad. It's the biggest platform for writers out there and I have no doubt you'll shine above the rest.

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