Publisher's Synopsis
Whoosh. An arrow flew through the wind, hitting right in the bullseye of the multicolored round palate on the floor of the training ground.
The palate was a sad excuse for an archery board, it used to be just a moldy wood. I had bruised my hands trying to carve into a circle. But it came out looking like a deformed hexagon shape.
Whenever I look at this beat-up board, I am reminded of myself. Structurally unclear and probably looking. In this realm of humans, where everyone had similar looks, similar eyes, ears, and mouths. I was considered different. I was a freak and a weirdo. According to them, my features were similar to those of an elf, but not of an elf.
Whatever I was, I certainly wasn't human to them.
At the thought of this, I let out another arrow, which unsurprisingly landed right on the bullseye again, next to the one I had shot at first. Just as I was about to let out my third arrow, a voice boomed from overhead.
"ELVIRA!"
