Fingers pulled back on the bowstring. Sparrow could feel it fighting her, all the power of the strained yew struggling to break loose.
Below, the sounds of battle raged, a warring tide of blood and steel. Swords struck against mail; maces clashed with helms.
She shut it all out, ignoring screams and shouts and ringing. Her elbow brushed against the leaves of her tree as she breathed deep, eyes closing as she centered herself.
Then, in the flutter of a sparrow’s wings, she took her shot.
The arrow soared through the maelstrom of battle, striped feathers catching the wind.
A scream rang out, then a shout.
“The King’s hit!”
Arrows thwacked into the bark of Sparrow’s perch. Soldiers charged up the hill and into the trees.
The King lay on the battlefield, an arrow sticking from his ruined eye.
And Sparrow was gone, vanishing into the shadows of the forest.
Word Count: 150
This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Jade M. Wong for providing the prompt photo!