Hope
A sharp crack jolts me awake. My eyes snap open just in time to see an arrow quivering in the tree trunk inches above my head. The shaft vibrates, humming with the force of its impact.
I freeze, my heart pounding, my breath caught in my throat. The canopy above filters the sunlight, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor and on me.
Wait—West knocked me out. I remember that clearly. So why the hell am I lying on the forest floor instead of a med bed? What the fuck?
I scramble to my feet, my legs unsteady, my eyes scanning my surroundings for the source of that fucking arrow. And who the hell even uses an arrow in the 21st century? Or did I somehow time slip?
The forest is silent, save for the rustle of leaves in the breeze.
A second arrow thuds into the ground beside me, just before my leg.
Okay… yeah, maybe I did time slip into a legendary world.
