Kaelen unstrung his bow, feeling a lightness he hadn't known in years. He looked at the trophy, then back at the man who was now a slave to his own reputation.
In that moment, Kaelen realized that if he won, he would be doing exactly what Elias had done: tying his entire worth to a piece of metal and the roar of a crowd. A Test of Pride
Elias stepped up first. He didn’t check the wind vanes; he didn't need to. He was the Great Elias. He released a shot that looked perfect, but a sudden downdraft caught the fletching, pulling the arrow an inch from the gold. The crowd gasped. It was a winning shot for anyone else, but for Elias, the sight of his arrow in the red ring was a puncture to his soul. Kaelen unstrung his bow, feeling a lightness he
Elias walked over, his face a mask of cold fury. "You got lucky." Elias stepped up first
The final round was "The Gale’s Breath," a shot across a canyon where the winds shifted like a restless beast.