Jarl's Short Story: Hand Over The Girl

"We don't have time and you know it! We are all dying and it's your fault!" He just stared at me with hate in his eyes. "You do not speak to your king that way. Guards take her back to her room."

"Do you wish to help him, my dear sister Artemis?" Athena asked with a slight smirk, as she knew her sister well, and knew the suspense was killing her as well.

The creature locked eyes with Maia and pointed towards her. “We needed her, our master wishes for her to be with him, we must do what our master wishes.”

I start falling fast. Something shoots at me, breaking my helmet and taking my left arm. It hurts. I just...want to give up now. How can I escape…? Lava isn’t too far below me. Wind is blowing like crazy. Wait...there’s Hana! She’s reaching her arm out. I go to grab it, but...this wind is keeping me from doing so, making sure I just barely have her in my grasp. She falls even further, and the lava disappears, letting Hana go into complete darkness. I start crying. I’ve...lost her again.

“I am proud of my heritage and my family.” -Brian Sandoval. What Brian means about this quote is that no matter what his heritage is he is proud of it. This quote relates to the story because her heritage is different from many others and she’s happy about that. This quote relates to me because I am also proud of my heritage and about having a quinceanera. In “Apache Girl,” Dachina has to go through different rituals to get her name. It took her several days and rituals for her to complete it. This is what we have to do for my heritage. We have to plan our quinceanera at least a year before you are going to have it. There is many things you have to plan for a quinceanera. The reason why we do quinceanera is to show that we are becoming a young

Luka looked up at me. "Of course Aria, just give me a moment to finish this up." He told me.

"On the count of three, arches begin. One, two, three," yelled John. The sounds of arrows being released from bows sounded from around her. While, strands of her dark hair blew across her face as she stared beyond at the target. She lifted her bow and arrow, knowing the wind would affect it. As she aimed, the others finished making the air silent except for the beating off her heart. She focused on the red dot to where it was the only thing she saw, along with the tip of the arrow. Then after one exhale she released it. However, the arrow flew straight into the bushes behind the target. Bursts of laughter rang across the land. "I told you! Natives can't work their own weapons," a laughing man whispered. It must have been her nerves, she thought. One last chance to prove that she was better than the rest.

“It’s useless!” Yelled Mitty. “Fall back and form a line of defense. As they pour in through the doors we can use it as a choke point, and have the archers hit them from behind!” His men followed direction quickly and formed a semi-circle from one end of the walls to the other. Each man raising his shield to protect himself against the oncoming fight. The archers all faced the inside of the courtyard and held arrows knocked, ready to fire at the first soldier that came through the

I quickly thought of everything that would follow and everything that has happened to me up to that point in an instance. Then as if a blessing from God, the door burst open and I redirected my focus to the door. So did he, which was his mistake. I quick glanced back at him and noticed two things. His eyes were off of me and his push weakened just for a second. The only second I needed. I pivoted my upper half to my right and pulled his arm towards where my head once was, jamming the knife into the hardwood floor. I brought my right elbow into his head and he toppled over. I reached for my side arm, rolled away, up on to one side, aimed and fired twice. My pistol and eyes both rose up and to the left to the doorway and fired three more times. Both enemies, cancelled.

“Damn you... damn you to hell!” I throw my sword in the blood soaked ground, tears running down my cheeks.

He turns at the sound of scraping, the quiet shrill of metal as a sword is pulled from its scabbard. “I was not in poor form tonight,” she says, “And I will prove it.”

The very next thing I know, I’m on my hands and knees, crouched over Josiah who was just shot in the head.

It went well at first and we were having a great time as we rotated who played the role of Jason. At one point, Spencer and I were hiding from Aaron, who was playing the role of Jason at that point, and he needed me to distract Aaron by running out and circling around to where we were at. After that, I run and follow Spencer into the house. When I was circling back around, my ear hit a branch or something. I was unsure exactly what it was since it was dark, I just remember feeling a sharp pain in my ear. Despite the pain, I kept running from Jason/Aaron. I had almost reached the house when Aaron caught up to me. “Just do it.” I stated dramatically. Arron fake stabbed me and I fell to the ground. When I landed on the ground, I moved my hand up to my ear. When I looked at my hand, it was bloody. “Huh.” I said stunned and I soon began to panic as I slowly walked toward the house.

This was routine for me. With a final deep breath, I release the arrow. The dart whizzes through the air. The arrowhead lodges in the doe’s neck before she can even look up. She lets out a piercing cry, falling to the ground.

I’m not losing to some ass in a power spandex suit, I’ve done enough losing!” Maria said as he was hunched over, holding his throat and barely able to breath (Yet able to spit a witty comment as if it was his way of breathing). He quickly stood to his feet and felt the pain of his ribs again, but he honestly had more present concerns. The Stalker stood to his feet, this time holding a pair of throwing knives in his hand and walking slowly to Maria, preparing to toss them at a moments notice. Come on! You got this! Maria told himself. Sure, you got your ass kicked every time before this, and you have broken ribs. But somehow you’re more prepared for this fight than all the others! Just do it! Leaping into the air towards a lamppost and landing on the top. “Hey! You there! Come and get me!” he shouted as he pushed off the lamppost, practically a human torpedo as he sent himself flying towards him. He flipped himself over so he could kick him, rather than punch him, but was quickly sent flying back went he felt something sharp hit his shoulder, and a blistering pain began to surround that area quickly. Unsure where he was, Maria looked around and noticed he was now impaled to a wall by his right shoulder, and was hanging there for The Stalker to take target practice. I’m stuck… He thought as he reached over to try and pry the arrow out of his arm, but another arrow quickly pinned down his arm, the arrow had struck his forearm right between his radius and ulna. He screamed in pain, but it didn’t do much good, it only made his lungs