First person short story about ancient sayings be
In a trance, a huge figure enveloped me. I raised my head slightly and saw the pair of shoes that I had spent countless nights pricking my fingers to sew for him...
A sword feather shot out unexpectedly and penetrated my chest and back. I knew I could not pass this level. Before I fell off the horse, I took a deep breath and turned my head to see him holding a big bow without arrows hanging in front of his chest...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
