That evening, the moon hung high the brightest, bathing the deserted world with its cold glow. The breeze blew over the mountain top, carrying both dry leaves and sand. Leaning quietly against a rock twice her size and height, Xueyao bent a bit to select the best stones. She palmed it, checked its weight and selected between the most coarse and fine ones.
Once she had her best three, with her magic, she conjured up a magical imitation of a slingshot. She placed one stone in the sling before peaking from behind the large rock that concealed half of her form.
She positioned the magical slingshot, pulling it hard enough to make a painful impact on her target several distances from her.
Closing one eye with a sinister yet satisfied smirk across her face, she patiently waited for the right moment to release her shot.
