Gripping the arrow in her shaking right hand she pulled back the string till it tautened, her entire arm was shaking now. Her arms shook with the effort of keeping her aim true, as she closed one eye and focused on her target. She could feel her grip loosening and mentally berated herself for having that slight lapse in concentration, it was imperative that she made a clean shot. Pale blue eyes narrowed in concentration, her breaths slight and slow, slowly she straightened her back and gripped the bow harder. She let the breaths she had been holding in all out in a huff of effort as she simultaneously let lose the arrow.
Twisting in the air, the arrow flew with deadly precision and it was almost a lifetimes wait before it pierced cleanly through his head.
From the distance she was standing at, Katarina couldn't hear the gasp of shock that escaped his parted lips or the sound of the arrow as it zipped towards him and parted his shaggy sandy brown fringe before plunging into the centre of his forehead. She could'nt see the horror and fear in his eyes as he sought her out, the tall dark figure in the distance, before death gripped him in its inescapable claws.
She could'nt see anything.
She could feel her traitorous heart falter at the sight of his crumpled body and feel the start of the tremor of sobs which wracked her body and forced her to her knees. The bow fell from her hand and she clasped it around her mouth to stifle the sobs which bordered on hysteria as the minutes dragged past. Her blue eyes wide and staring as the tears leaked out from the corner of her eyes and raced down her face.
She could'nt see anything. But she could feel. She could feel everything.
And perhaps that was worse.
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