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she wished everythin

nly needed to suddenly wake up, and discover that everything was just the way it was. She would probably shrug of

en’s individual competition for the National Games, and we

ere true: the nightma

making noise for their favorite.

on from New

She is a fave from

e not fans of this long-range sports, adore Kiera Hudson. She has spectacular

of Olympic Games, the ‘Champ

in a tight ponytail with the end braided to keep them away from her eyes. Her red, white, and gold-designed tracksuit jacket with the name “K. Hudson” on the back covered just her shoulders, lettin

r sides as she walked in a purposive, confident stride while her fellows waved at them with a grin on t

to ask the name called her attention. They had to shout so they

e one who called out was a woman in her t

get range. “Aren’t you going to warm up?

chuckle. “I’m not good

amateur participants on what they should do and where they should go. She approached her

sked when the 18-year-ol

dded, sneaking glances at the a

y were already boarding the plane. Don’t worr

she proceeded to listen to

eeling incredulous as her team assisted h

ht side of her chest. She even had to put finger tapes and hand protection at the crook of her thumb and forefinger.

ng a cocky, little girl who cat-walked through the tournament field without ‘p

laughing when she saw Sylvia’s hand outstretched toward her. When she loo

snatching them before she could change her mind. Kiera slowly bl

ority does or has. You are normal if you have black or brown or even blue eyes. If yo

the human’s head with their sharp canine teeth; others were clinging to them. Her colo

dso

odded and looked at her trainer for a moment, who nodded as an encouragement. There were no words exchanged, no instructions

get range, figuring she would go first. The wom

she said with

onded in the same profession

ike she was in a different world. A switch in her mind turned off whenever she stepped on the platform. At first, there were buzzing no

traight and slowly — almost dramatically — grab a metallic arrow, notch it on the string of her bow and pull the string back. She would hear the string s

her eye at the very last second,

scarred black. As if it had gone through so many fires, its skin was already burnt black. The eyes were red and bulging, almost falling off from their sockets. It had sharp canine teeth in

ghtest flinch, she did before releasing the arrow, it s

as that just

n’. Apparently, if you see Hudson’s plays in the

f I call it,”

ayer was. It was still there, but she forced herself to get used to it. There were many

ed an arrow again and this time, she concentrated on the target she wanted to hit. There was s

eye. The crowd

rfect bullseye of the

end of the competition, and thankfully, no oth

creatures clinging to them as she finally waved, and walked back t

ylvia asked in a teasing voice a

he told her she did, anyway. Just like the first time she told the older woma