William lay still on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The faint moonlight that filtered through the window gave the room an eerie glow, highlighting the still forms of Liam and Gavin, who were fast asleep. Liam's snoring filled the room, a steady rhythm that blended with the distant chirping of crickets outside. William shifted slightly, his mind restless. Thoughts of the bow plagued him, twisting his stomach in knots.
"What if the bow doesn't fire?" he wondered. "What if the arrow's too heavy? What if it…"