The Reincarnated Heir Becomes A General

MAKING THE BOW

I ran to the white-furred, two-headed deer, where it lay dead.

Its mouth was open, allowing for a limb tongue to fall outside, and the eyes, despite their stillness, appeared to look at me in a final act of surrender. I ran my fingers through the fur, feeling the body, and it was still warm to my touch. It did not move when I pulled the arrow out and wiped the tip on its body, which I was doing very immersively, not stopping even when the arrow was wiped clean.

I lost myself doing it, somehow unable to draw my concentration from it, and it took a black shadow passing above me to draw my already lost attention.

My eyes checked the sky above me, and I saw the owl come directly at me, gliding so smoothly through the air that it could have been a missile. With a graceful turn, it came and fluttered its wings a distance above the ground, and suddenly, it was no longer the owl but the woman, her golden hair shining in the sun.

“You are quite the shooter, Mortal.” She said, coming towards me