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Let me help you, so we can go back to the cottage. Aurora looked at him. “Fine by me.” “Good.” Archer said. “I have a bow and arrow. Can you point me where I can find some larger animals? Deer, perhaps, or a wild hog?” “Are you any good at bow and arrows?” The prince chuckled. “It is what I am named for, after all.” The lady arched an eyebrow. “Theobald?”

At the center, the Archivist floats, her body a conduit for the void, her voice a siren song erasing warriors mid-swing. The Hunter loads his gun. "You sure?" I cock the storm-gun. "I'm done running." We charge. --- **The Final Verse** The Archivist sees us coming. "*Fools!* You can't kill a god!" "We're not here for the god," the Hunter snarls. "We're here for the *priest*." He fires. The bullet tears through her mosaic face, glass shards scattering. She screams, the void in her unraveling. I aim at the rift above her-a pulsating wound in the sky. The static in me surges, merging with the storm-gun's charge.

Then running footsteps. Then Archer's voice, loud and raw, coming through the corridor wall. "He is not breathing. Someone get in here. He is not—"

Her voice crackled with wrath and menace. "Very well," I responded, the arrow poised, the shield's brilliance undimmed. With a smirk, I baited, "Prepare yourself!" With unswerving force, I released the arrow. The whisper of its trajectory reached my ears even before it met its destination. Yet, the woman's hair extended, twisting and turning to redirect the arrow's flight. Her lips twisted into a taunting smile. "An arrow can't extinguish me. I've borne countless spears and remain unscathed, little archer." Her voice resonated with a frayed edge, a cocktail of fury and trepidation.

"Alora, I need your help with something." "Here we go!" Anne-Marie returns to me with the book, "I found something related to the area's history. It's primarily a summary of tribal tales and geography, written in a rather textbook-like style. But it's an excellent source for finding similar books on the subject. All their sources and additional information are provided in the footnotes, and there's also a 'further reading' section." I accept the book and try to ignore Laurel's inquisitive expression, "Can I borrow it?"

* Alpha Archer * I could feel the slight tremble of my land beneath the march of the Southern warriors invading. Even before I saw them crest the ridge, I smelled the scent of their blood, the iron, sweat, and the musk of wolves bred for war, not honor. Alpha Douglas's banner split the horizon like a wound, black and crimson snapping in the wind, his warriors flooding the valley as if they meant to drown the West in numbers alone. But I never felt afraid; I am ready to take them on!

Those bloodshot eyes are the eyes of the Archer who is losing control of his own body and emotions—his condition is striking him once more. "I can't even hurt Bryon or curse at Dad even when I'm furious, so how come I can do to Kaye the things you're accusing me of? Before you accuse me of being a liar, be sure your source is reliable and conveying the truth." Archer spit on the ground, then sighed loudly while messing up his hair. For a brief moment, I was afraid that our neighbors would open their doors because of his loudness.

Turning around with a raised brow, I smirked. "I didn't even know you could read," "Oh, ha ha," Arrow rolled his deep brown eyes, taking a John Keats leather bound book off the shelf. A true smile rose to my lips at seeing this. "You like John Keats?" "The one and only," Placing my book back, Arrow leaned his back against the shelf and flipped to a random page. "Is there another life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering."

I wore my black heels from earlier and walked out from the bathroom I saw Archer talking to some girl. He looked a little bit flirty to her , laughed and smiled so beautiful at her. Why is my body getting hotter? Without me knowing my hands are forming into a fist. I walked out of the gym silently and good thing that Archer didn't see me. I turned off my phone in case he's calling me or anything. Am I being too.. weird? Or too what? Urgh whatever I put my gym bag in my car and my eyes caught a bookstore across the road. I walked there and decided to get a novel. I walked into the bookstore and went to the fiction section.

It’s the voice that haunts my dreams, and fills my mind. Archer.