Today has been pretty crazy. It all started when Daniel approached me after lunch.
"B, there's a meeting after night classes tonight. Be there." And he walked away.
Earlier that day I had successfully disarmed three straight opponents in all three of my weapons classes, earning the award of "the triple triple." Only nine other people had done it, which I found weird considering that it was only disarming three consecutive people. But when I considered how many people took all three weapons classes, it began to make sense. Because of this happening, I thought that the "meeting" thatt was tonight was for me.
Boy was I wrong.
I walked into the library, expecting to see teachers or maybe some kids from advanced weapons. Instead, I saw a small group of underclassmen standing near one of the tables, a mixture of Fleshies and Spirits.
"Hi, Bellerophon."
Greta and Zoe walked towards me, both glad to see me there.
"What is this?" I asked.
"It's a get together of famous names," replied Greta.
"And you want to know if people here live up to their namesakes?"
Zoe and Greta frowned.
"Yeah... how did you know that?"
"Because, Zoe, of your interest in my name."
Greta frowned again, and turned to the rest of the group.
"Why don't we get started."
A collection of weapons lay upon the table, and as I gathered around, I noticed that they were all real.
"Advanced weapons agreed to let us borrow some of their training weapons. We're here to see if you live up to the names you have been given."
Michael was first. He took a medium sized sword and actually set on fire. He then proceeded to take apart the training dummy.
Achilles took a short sword and launched himself through the air and stabbed the sword though the heart of the dummy.
Various others went after, and then suddenly the attention turned to me.
"Greta, do you have any flying horses?"
Everyone laughed. Except Greta.
"No, but I have a bow."
She threw a longbow at me a little harder than was necessary. I strung the bow and then picked up an arrow off the table. I notched the arrow and walked to the other side of the room. And then I started. It got easier every time I aimed a bow. I focused on where I wanted the arrow to land. I drew the bow, careful to stop my breathing. The dummy appeared to float right in front of my face. And then I imagined myself reaching out and stabbing the arrow exactly were I wanted it to go. I released, the low thrum of a longbow filling my ears.
A gasp issued from the group. From across the library, almost 75 yards, I had put an arrow through the mouth of the dummy.
The meeting was pretty much done after that. I quickly left the library, but as I passed some of the Fleshies on my way out, I heard one of them whisper to his friend.
"He will silence those that doubt him."