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A bomb explodes in the front deck. The ship wrecks into two, with her on one side and her sister on the other. She looks at her from the distance, as her sister is grabbed by the tribesmen and pulled into another ship. Her piece of the ship floats away. The wreck disappears into the horizon along with her sister.

No...

She wakes up from another nightmare. Sitting on her bed, and looking at the bed beside her, knowing that there used to be someone there. It's been two weeks since that day, and she makes another marking on the wall. The sky is still dark.

The cauldron fire crackles as she cooks herself some stew. From the kitchen, she could hear the chickens' loud clucking along with the echoes in the cave beside her. She eats, rests for a few minutes, and grabs her crossbow, longbow, and woven vest. She wears her belt and sheaths her knife on the left and a fighting stick on the right along with her quiver.

Her training for today started with a morning jog around the castle walls. She passes the forested area, the garden, the forges and smelteries, and the range. Fresh air makes its way into her lungs as she runs wearing her full archer outfit. She sprints often, and leaves her exhausted by the time she has done three full laps around the walls, including above the crenellations and up and down the towers. She remembers how they used to do it together.

After taking a break, she goes around for the next part of her training: target shooting. She climbs up the lighthouse and shoots the dummies all around the castle using her crossbow. The ones down below the plateau near the harbor she shoots with her longbow. As she climbs down slowly and in complete silence, she throws her knife to the dummy beside the door resembling a guard; then she knocks its head off with her stick as she takes her knife back.

Proceeding to the range, she continuously shoots arrows and bolts at the targets in the distance.

"Now breath in... then let go."

"I know, you don't have to remind me."

"*laughs*"

She still hears her voice as if her sister was still there. The memory of her sweet laughter kept her going. A final arrow stuck to the chest area of the farthest target. She kneels down and bows her head.

It's almost noon already when she finished. Right after eating lunch, she collects the bolts and makes more arrows; she then proceeds to sharpening her knives and harvesting some wheat from the field.