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You worked to stand where you are for what felt like forever.
Some people typically want things to come to them as soon as they want it, other to-be knights letting their swords clang to the ground and fleeing the scene as soon as they realized that this kind of life wouldn't be free drinks and festivities with the big shots.
But you desired to become strong, and earn the capability to protect. The very foundation of what makes a knight. You felt as if that type of thing was what you were made for, and it drove you to start working towards it.
So after several months of study, you arrive at the training site, where the final stage of your training would occur right before you officially became a knight. Chattering lingered in the air, the sound of shoes crunching the grass and soil beneath them created a busy atmosphere at the training site.
You did the other tests quite easily, you've trained for it many times before now. But then there was the final test, which you had especially trained for and have practically melded your mind and soul with it.
Archery. Hit a moving target in the bullseye. Simple, but quite easy to mess up for some. And you either go back to square one or just give up entirely when you do. You are too stubborn to do any of these, but you do like seeking mild thrills.
After everybody before you was done with their turns with the, you shot a grin at the higher-up watching over your peers, he raised an eyebrow in slight curiosity and his face had taken on a visible tinge of amusement once you quickly covered your eyes with a blindfold.
Even though you couldn't see, your senses felt sharper. While you got your bow and arrow ready you heard the wind whipping past your ears, the wary murmurs of the knights swarmed, and the sound of your bowstring getting drawn as you pulled your arm back.
You've trained practically a million times at this shooting range, since bows were the only thing that could deliver powerful strikes for you that wouldn't have a toll on your energy. The height of the targets and the distance from where you were standing, you familiarized yourself with it, just to be able to show off at this moment.
Which hopefully works out.
You let go of the arrow, it's just a few seconds until you're indirectly told if it hit or not. A drop of sweat trickles down the side of your face once you hear the arrow come into contact with the target.
Everything is quiet for a moment.
Not long after, the crowd behind you erupts in applause, you can feel your heart beating nearly out of your chest when you take the blindfold off and see that you've hit the target right in the bullseye.
Many of the knights offer you high-fives once you turn around and walk amidst them to let the next person have their turn. Your heart swelled from the high of the moment and you settled down to watch the others.
The other knights took their own turns, but you had this feeling in the back of your mind that someone might have been observing you. It's natural when you've achieved a very difficult feat, but you feel that it's not from just anyone.
You looked in the direction where you felt eyes nearly burning into you, a striking red rimmed with an azure tint. You notice his dull teal hair would slightly conceal the expression on his face, and more importantly— the fact that he was really staring at you, with a hand on his chin. It seemed like a good sign that you were going to get accepted, but the guy himself made you feel quite uneasy.
The knight next to you nudges you, “Lohen looks like he's about to do no good with you! I’d be careful around him once you do get in. The way he's looking is sending shivers down my spine!” he had whispered in this seemingly desperate act to save you.
“Ah… That’s his name.” You muttered to yourself, not exactly responding to him. You dug about in your memory to remember who exactly that is.
Vice Captain of the Fifth Company. Lohen. An interesting guy, seems a little docile right now for what he's mostly known for among the Knights. But he seems to have taken an interest in you after your stunt.
An urge to know more about him washes over you, seems you two will be circling around each other.