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Pessoa Thrid POV
Westeros, 295 AC.
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The atmosphere in the arena quickly grew and was boiling with excitement. What was initially thought to be a rather b petition by everyone, especially the nobility, took a turn when a child decided to participate. It was a girl from the high nobility, adding to the thrilli between Jon ártid Renly with Olenna. People developed a new perspective on this test, capturing their attention.
"Father, do you think the Artis will win this petition?!" Desmera Redwyne asked, her gaze admiring Jon as she saw her knight on a white horse.
"I don't know... but it certainly has bee iing. But will that Arti archer truly prove the fidehe Arti king has in him?" Paxter Redwyne ented.
"Our brother is peting... But I don't think he will win," Desmera didn't hesitate to ent.
"You think our brother 't win? He is the best archer in all of Arbor!" Horas, the heir, defended his twin.
"Don't be hasty, Horas. Your brother is certainly a great archer, the best in our family, but the field is full of skilled ones. Our knights are very skilled, whether with a nce, a sword, or a bow and arrow..." Paxter Redwyne said with a tone of lesson.
Meanwhile, many versations were happening around the stands.
"Arya Stark peting in a tour made for men and oners... that is certainly wild. She seems to have truly bee oer traveling beyond the wall..." A dy mocked, though they were no longer g Jon had kidnapped her.
"It seems that despite her blossomiy, she is not all that..." Another dy from a social circle that Arya and Seryna did not know mocked, seeing the little girl in the crowd.
But this was not limited to unknown dies; even those who had met Arya and talked to her in the past days looked at it with disapproval. However, if Arya kheir thoughts, she would drop the Lady posture her brother always demanded of her and call them Stupid, despite feeling embarrassed by Jon's niames and how the nobles found it ridiculous. But she would never give up her war skills, no matter eople said.
"Now, let's all get to your positions before shooting your first arrow!" The Judge shouted as the target was seen. It was a tree tru diagonally. This was the eliminatory test, as there were at least 300 petitors among them, and before 50 meters, those who missed would be disqualified until the real petition with ter targets began.
Arya walked alongside Eldric the eime, hearing the dwarves and even giants cheering for her with the Arti men and women.
"I'm jealous, princess, you have an audiend I don't..." Eldriented with a smile, pretending to be sad.
"They all know you will win this petition..." Arya ented in response.
"Or will our princess surprise us today?" He retorted as Arya gave a small smile.
"I hope so..." Arya admitted, wanting to show her training and even win the petition to show off to Ygritte.
"Lady Arya, you are stunning..." A voice emerged o Arya, and she looked at a young noble even older than Jon.
"Who are you...?" She asked, raising an eyebrow while the young man seemed discerted by this.
"Lady Arya, I am Hobber Redwyne. I tried to invite you to da the ba... But you were indisposed..." He spoke.
"Oh yes, what do you want, Lord Redwyne?" Arya asked again with a formal tone, leaving no opening.
"I just wao know how you were... if you needed any tips, after all, I am an experienced archer and will most likely win this petition..." He said, trying to boast.
"I am fine, Lord Redwyhank you for your ," she spoke dryly as she resumed walking, leaving the noble unsure of how to respond.
"Our princess is being courted even in a petition..." Eldriented beside her, ughing at the child.
"Tsk. Do you think my future husband will be a southerner?" Arya spoke with vi. She preferred to remain single for the rest of her life rather than leave ártica or Jon.
"I uand... anyway, good luck," Eldric said, and they began to position themselves. There were at least 9 trunks where their goal was to nd the arrow on them.
To identify the arrows, all of them had a symbol on their rear ends so they could be reized by the judges who would analyze them. The symbols represented nobles with the designs of their houses, while oners who had the moo pay for the entry created their own. Arya and Eldric had the Arti symbol at the end of their arrows, which were also dyed with white paint.
"Everyone, prepare to shoot the first arrow!!" the judge shouted, and everyone pced the arrow on the boulled it back while aiming at the target only 20 meters away.
While almost all of the 300 people raised the target slightly upward and pulled the string with just enough force to hit the target, Arya and Eldric, along with a few other southern archers, pulled the string with great strength and aimed straight, relying on their power to hit the target.
"She pull a bow? How strong is this girl?" Olenna on her podium couldn't be more shocked, seeing Arya pulling that bow without seeming tle.
"This is certainly surprising..." Margaery ented, knowing she could never do something that a child a few years youhan her was doing with some ease.
"Do you think she will go far?" Seryna asked.
"She will, but she won't beat all the southerners," Jon said, watg the position that all 300 petitors were handling their bows from, having an aerial view from hundreds of meters away with his two eagles.
Jon decided to share his thoughts. "There are at least two southerners who will be a challenge for Eldric..." Jon spoke, having seen and known many legendary archers in the world's history and reizing when someone hahe bow like an excellent archer.
"You're not going to lose 200 million, are you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Do you think I would bet to lose? We will be 20,000 gold s richer by the end of this petition," Jon said with a small smile to his wife.
"Let's begin, shoot!" the judge suddenly shouted.
In the moment, the sound of hundreds of arrows with the noise of the strings snapping was heard, but not very loud as they didn't put much force with a target so close.
Arya shot her arrow, which flew at high speed along with Eldric's, c that small distance before hitting the wood and exploding out the other side, revealing its tip embedded in the wood while the arrow seemed to tremble from the impact. Another Arti arrow was embedded beside it, qualifying the two.
But not all news was good, as 80 arrows fell outside the target, missing the wood, most of them from oners and some inexperienced young his was much worse for the oners, who had e here to try their lud spent much of their small savings to ehe tour, missiher from nervousness or sheer bad luck.
"She did it, King Arti!" Renly cpped for Arya, seeing her hit a target. Even for a target so close, a little dy doing something like this was impressive to many people, even those who looked down on it.
"Don't be too surprised, she will pass the entire elimination phase," Jon replied to Renly with fidence.
"I'd like to see that," Renly said, dispying a smile while taking his bottle of wine.
The petitors stood still while the judges checked the symbols on the arrows that fell off target, calling out names for them to withdraw, as they couldn't cheat this part due to the symbols pio their chests as identification.
"Fred, out!" the judge began calling.
"I hit it! My arrow just bounced and didn't sti the wood!" a oner protested.
"You're out, leave here," the judge demanded again with a severe tone.
"No, I refuse. I spent all my parents' savings to be here, I will win this petition!" the oner refused to leave.
"Guards, take him away!" the judge ordered, and some Tyrell guards quickly approached the oner, surprised by this and starting t him out while he tried to break free, until he disappeared as the crowd ented on the event.
"Mik, out!" the judge ordered another oo leave.
"Gelion Foresty, out," the judge said to a oner representing his house. He was the same age as Arya and had to leave, looking at Arya with anger since he had lost to a girl.
It was something to be ashamed of, after all, the nobles began mog Gelion's parents, saying that their son couldn't eve a little girl.
And it wasn't just him. As the nobles were elimihey became the butt of jokes from their peers, while Arya had hit her target, having two Arti arrows embedded in one of the trunks.
The judge tinued eliminating petitors, leading to some fights and arguments where the guards were called in by the sore losers. Then the petition resumed, and the trunks had the arrows removed. Some men anizing this had difficulty extrag the Arti arrows, w how they embedded so deeply into the wood.
Now the target was 30 meters away. "Prepare to shoot!" the judge shouted again as all 220 people aimed their bows.
Once again, the spectators watched with anticipation to see who would advan what had beore than a on archery game.
"Shoot!" the judge shouted as the sound seemed louder than before, with hundreds of arrows flying, most hitting the wood, but 50 arrows falling off target. Once again, two Arti arrows were embedded in the wood.
"She is really good!" Alerie couldn't help but praise Arya, standing beside her husband Mace, with Arya's sed success.
"That's it, Arya!"
"She did it! I knew she would!"
The Artis shouted their support for Arya, who smiled at them with this encement. The judge again announced who had been eliminated, and once again, there was e before the guards had to be called, even taking oo prison after he punched a guard. The nobles who were eliminated again looked at Arya with anger, starting a reputation that they would lose to her.
"Stupid..." Arya ented, looking at those idiots and shrugging.
The targets were moved another 10 meters baow 40 meters away.
"I don't think she will win this one, King Arti," Renly ented.
"A thousand gold s, how about it?" Jon asked, and Renly nodded.
"Alright. A thousand gold s," he said, wanting to bet.
"Prepare to shoot!!" the judge excimed, and everyone raised their bows, even Arya and Eldric, as they didn't have Weirwood bows, which were far superior to these in their hands.
"Shoot!" the judge ordered, and a new volley, rger tha, was unched, with most hitting the target and 70 arrows, more than before, missing and those petitors about to be eliminated.
"Looks like I won a thousand gold dragons, Prince Renly," Jon said, while Renly, having no choice, tossed a sack of s to Jon uhe watchful eyes of the nearby nobles.
"Impressive, I never imagined seeing a girl with such archery skills. Maybe she will really pass the eliminations," Renly excimed cheerfully despite losing money, as the petition seemed increasingly iing with the child showing her skills and remaining while two-thirds had been eliminated.
After the judge elimihe 70 petitors, the herald returo the stands and podiums. "As you see! We now have 100 petitors for the final elimination round, among them many famous archers of the kingdom, our Arti guests, and among these tws, we have Arya of House Stark, only 11 years old, hitting a target at 40 meters!" he excimed, knowing this would draw much attention.
Many rounds of appuse erupted from the nobles. Despite their disdain, they couldn't deny the skills this girl had shown, standing out among the majority of adults who had been eliminated.
"I khe North had women who took up arms, but I never imagihey knew how to produce archers..." a noble had to admit to his peers.
"Looks like the honorable Eddard Stark knows how to raise a daughter," another said.
"You know she has been to this pce called ártica, so I don't think she learned her skills at Winterfell. I heard that Catelyn of House Tully raises her daughter strictly to bee a dy and even queen of the Seven Kingdoms. I don't think she would allow her you daughter with a bow when she follows the Seven to the point of building a sept in the heart of the North," another noble, a more sensible one, spoke calmly.
The discussions tinued about Arya while the oners ented, and the Artis made noise for the girl who ughed. She had impressed many there, and Jon knew she could do much more than that.
"Now let's move on to the st petition of the eliminations! At 50 meters!" the herald shouted while the judge prepared to and the ask.
As soon as the targets were set at 50 meters, the wood full of holes, he turned back to the petitors. "Prepare bows and aim!!" he said as 100 bows were raised in the air.
"Shoot!" he demanded as everyone was ready, and an explosive sound emerged with 100 arrows flying, the sound of them hitting the wood being at least half of them.
"She hit it!" Margaery was surprised to see two white arrows, which were the Arti ones.
"Yes, she hit it..." Olenna couldn't help but ent, surprised by that; Arya was much more skilled than she had imagined.
"Let's see who is in the final round!" the herald excimed once more as the judges checked the arrows that fell.
"52 petitors are eliminated, leaving only 48! One of them being Lady Stark, remaining with her skills!" he shouted again as the judge removed all those who lost.
People cpped, some even cheering for Arya, while some nobles who lost tio be mocked for the same reason as the previous ones.
"Now let's set up our targets!" the man excimed as the servants went to fetch dozens of targets with circles. Here the petition was much more difficult, as it required hitting the ter for better points or the sed circle; missing it meant elimination.
As the targets were set up, the judge asked everyoo get ready while they aimed their bows at the 60-meter targets. Arya aimed at her target ahe wind with the pressure as she pulled the string, knowing the weight and shooting capacity of the on bow.
"Fire!" she heard the judge and released the bow smoothly, watg her arrow shoot up, swaying in the air like a serpent, flying far along the imagined li kept rising until it started desding, heading towards the target and embedding in its ter.
The sound of arrows hitting the painted wood was heard, and now everyone was shocked not only by Eldric's precise target but also by Arya's. The two Artis remairong in this test.
"Arya Stark hit a 60-meter target with perfect precision!" the herald shouted, leaving everyoonished.
Sileook over the pce, while Jon started g first. "Very well, as expected." Jon said firmly, making sure his voice was heard by everyone.
The Artis started making noise again, cheering for Arya, and the nobles had to cp, though they were surprised by this.
"6 petitors were eliminated! We have 42 left for a 70-meter target!" the herald shouted to the audience.
All the petitors who made it past the eliminations were excellent archers, so it was no surprise that most of them started hitting the target, but the challenges were just beginning.
"Father, how she be so good with the bow...? I want to do the same, I want to train too!" Desmera demanded while Lord Redwyne didn't know what to think.
His son was stunned in the middle of the petition, seeing it get harder with the girl still there.
"Prepare and aim," the judge demanded again. "Shoot!" The arrows flew towards the 70-meter target.
The two Arti arrows embedded iarget again while 12 others fell outside the middle circle or even off the target. "She hit it again!" the man shouted to the audience, who seemed to absorb this better and started g for Arya Stark, with some even cheering for the girl.
"Damn, what do they do in ártiake a child lethal with a bow? She could take down at least a dozen men before they reached her!" Garn ented, stunned.
"Garn, you heard before about the bard's song, pying the bald of little Jon, where a-year-old boy hits bandits from dozens of meters away?" Wils said to his brother.
"Damn, I still thought that was a fantasy..." Garn murmured.
"She is drawing a lot of attention..." Seryna ented as there were 30 petitors left.
"She likes to show off, so she must be enjoying the attention she's getting..." Jon couldn't help but ent.
"80 meters! aop this girl, already one of the best archers in the kingdom present here?!" the herald urged the audience.
"Prepare and aim!" the judge shouted, and Arya focused again, fetting all the noise around her, while the only sound she could hear was her breathing as she tried to trol it.
"Shoot!" The 30 arrows flew again as the wind didn't seem to help, pushing some off target, while others already anticipated this to aim without being hindered by the wind, embedding 12 iarget while 18 arrows fell outside.
"She hit it again..." Olenna murmured with closed lips.
"Mother... how is it possible... she hit an 80-meter target!" Mace sought answers like a lost child.
"Even I don't know, Mace. Just be quiet a's watch." That was the only thing Olenna said without calling her son an idiot.
"12 petitors left, and among them a child!!" the herald shouted as the crowd went wild once again.
"Prepare bows and aim!" the judge ordered, and everyone did so. "Shoot!"
The arrows flew, and once again, two Arti arrows hit the target, although Arya almost missed the first circle.
"..." If people were surprised by Arya passing the eliminations, surpassing 250 people, seeing her among the st 5 petitors was extremely shog for everyone.
Even the judge looked at the child with a furrowed brow, but he had to tihe petition. "Target at 100 meters! Prepare to shoot!" he shouted, and everyone aimed their bows. "Shoot!" he excimed, and the 5 shot.
Four arrows hit the middle circle, while the st one missed by a bit. This middle-aged man looked disappointed and turo the child, not knowing what to think, losing to someone almost four times younger, despite his fame.
"4 petitors! We have only 4 left, and our petitor is still in!!" the herald shouted.
"Arya Stark!!" The people shouted for her, especially the oners.
"The Lady of the Bow!" someone excimed, and this niame seemed to stick, as everyoarted shouting her name in the moment.
"The Lady of the Bow!"
"The Lady of the Bow!"
"The Lady of the Bow!"
"The Lady of the Bow!"
"Yes, 'The Lady of the Bow!' hit 100 meters! Now the petition will be in is of 5 meters, with the being 105 meters away!" the herald announced, and the judge waited for the servants to set the target 5 meters from the st position.
"Prepare bows and aim!" the judge shouted, while Arya looked at her target at a very long distance, but she was still focused and fident that she would hit it.
"Shoot!" the judge anded, and the arrows flew, hitting all the targets in their circle.
"All hit the targets at the same time!!" the herald announced. "Now let's move to 110 meters!"
"The Lady of the Bow!"
"The Lady of the Bow!"
"The Lady of the Bow!"
"The Lady of the Bow!"
The people kept calling for Arya the eime.
"Prepare to shoot and aim!!" Everyone heard the judge's voice, and he gave the and. "Shoot!"
The 4 arrows flew into the air until 3 hit the target, and one white arrow fell beside it, missing.
"Arya Stark was elimi 110 meters!!!" the herald shouted as Arya looked disappoi losing.
"Girl, I've never seen anyone like you. Don't be sad; you put all the other petitors behind you, remember that." One of the petitors looked at the girl and spoke to ence her. Even he had that this girl rodigious talent, or something like that, for surviving and hitting targets up to 105 meters away.
"The Lady of the Bow!"
"The Lady of the Bow!"
"The Lady of the Bow!"
"The Lady of the Bow!"
The crowd seemed not to care much that she had lost, fervently appuding her for finishing in fourth pce, whio ohere had expected. Jon stood smiling proudly at his sister while Seryna cpped. Many nobles who had looked down on her in this petition couldn't deny her skills at that moment, and everyone seemed excited that she had brought some lively petition to a generally tedious game.
"I think I'll go now... good luck..." Arya said to Eldric as she began to leave.
"Thank you, princess, I will bring victory to ártica by the end of this petition," Eldric smiled and spoke fidently.
"Let's see if you're as good as you say, Arti..." one of the petitors said, with only three left now, aiming at a 115-meter target.
"Now we have in the field, Ser Gawen Florent! Lord Stervo Oakheart! and Eldric of ártica!" the herald announced as everyone appuded.
"I'm already surprised by your sister's skills... I'm starting to think your archer will win this petition, and I'll have lost 11 thousand gold dragons today..." Renly ented with a smile more forced than sincere; 11 thousand gold s was not a small amount, even for the Prince of Westeros.
"I promise to spend that money very well, Prince Renly, if that's what you fear..." Jon joked, as defeat didn't seem like an option for him, making Renly's smile even more forced.
"Prepare bows and aim!" the judge shouted as the pce fell silent, with nobles and oners holding their breath for the move.
"Shoot!"
The three arrows flew into the distand began to fall. The sound of wood being hit was heard twice, while one arrow fell outside, belonging tawen Florent.
"I lost, damn it!" Ser Gawen Florent shouted angrily, breaking his bow over his knee in a fit e. He left frustrated, stomping on the grass as he exited.
"Now we have the best archer in the Reach, Lord Stervo Oakheart!" This man was very famous for his skills, so no one was surprised by his reag the final.
"And as his oppo, we have the greatest archer of ártica, Eldric!" the herald lied, as he said this without knowing who the greatest archer in ártica was; he just wao draw attention.
Jon saw that Stone was about to disagree, shouting about the poor man, and almost saw the giant protesting with him, but Stoayed in pce despite his face wanting to tell the man who the best archer in ártica really was.
"Now we have 120 meters, who will win the petition!" the herald announced again, leading the audieo mostly cheer for Lord Oakheart, while only the Artis were left to cheer for Eldric. Arya was already o Jon, a bit sweaty, shouting for Eldric to win.
"Prepare bows and aim." the judge announced again. "Shoot!"
The two arrows hit the target at 120 meters.
"Incredible, both hit!! Our field only goes up to 130 meters; will they surpass the limit? This looks incredible!" the herald said as the target was now at 125 meters. Everyoopped shouting as they watched the two archers position themselves. "Aim bows!" the judge shouted.
No one could breathe now, as time seemed to stop with the two archers who had fiden their faces. "Shoot!" The two arrows flew into the sky before starting to desd at a distance, with one white arrow embedding in the ter of the target and the other falling outside its target.
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