Tied to the target, Mildred opened her wet, terrified eyes.
She saw the General step away. She saw Lady Camilla holding the deadly weapon all by herself. Mildred knew the Lady was just a spoiled noblewoman who had never held a real weapon in her entire life. She was definitely going to miss the apple. She was definitely going to shoot Mildred right in the face or heart.
Mildred thought to herself. Her mind was completely filled with final, absolute despair.
"I am really going to die," Mildred thought, closing her eyes tightly, completely preparing for the sharp metal arrow to pierce her skull.
Camilla stood sideways. She raised the bow. She kept her left arm completely straight. She pulled the tight string backward with her right hand. Her muscles strained against the heavy tension.
She focused entirely on the target. She narrowed her eyes, looking only at the bright red apple resting on Mildred's head.
Camilla held her breath.
And released.
The string snapped loudly.
