Mika Olson didn't believe in the word "better." In her world of competitive archery, you were either on the podium or you were a ghost.
Mika didn't celebrate. She simply stepped back, reset her grip, and prepared for the next round. She wasn't the fastest anymore, and she wasn't the strongest. But as she looked at the scoreboard, her name sat firmly at the top. Mika Olson Better
The wind was a nightmare, gusting at twenty miles per hour. One by one, the prodigies faltered, their arrows caught in the crosswinds. Mika closed her eyes. She didn't think about the gold. She thought about the basement. She thought about the string snapping. She thought about being okay with the miss. She released. Mika Olson didn't believe in the word "better