Golden Apple

"Believe that you can do it. Focus on the target and do not allow yourself to be distracted." 

"Go!" 

The sound of wood instantly rising from the ground, coming from my left, alarmed me. I let go of the arrow I've been holding, sending it right on the face of a wooden dummy. It is the figure of a tall man with red dots on his forehead and heart. Those are the vital points I must hit. 

My senses are on high alert as it's so dim in this training room and misty. I can't make out my targets when most of the objects are, mostly, made out of wood. 

I catch two more appearings in the center, behind the crates that carried red apples. But as I was about to aim, my eyes widen at the arrow heading right at me.