Fire and Arrows [2]

The forest remained still, as if holding its breath. Aiden's chest tightened as he stared at the arrow lodged in the flag. The cheers from the watching students outside the dome began to rise, faint but unmistakable. For a moment, it looked like Ivara had sealed her victory.

But the flag didn't fall.

Instead, the arrow quivered where it was embedded, stuck fast in the fabric without dislodging it from its branch. The realization hit Aiden like a lightning bolt.

She hadn't won.

Not yet.

Ivara's eyes narrowed in frustration as she jumped down from the branch where she had perched. "Lucky," she muttered, her voice carrying an edge of irritation. "But that won't happen again."

Aiden felt the pressure of the moment, his heart pounding in his chest.

He couldn't let this opportunity slip away. The flag was still within reach, and he wasn't going to back down.