Okay, maybe he shouldn’t be too attached with his bow like he did with his wand. Eleven year old witches and wizards didn’t have to go through such rite of passage. All they had to do was to stand in the middle of the shop, get their measurements, and try out a bunch of wands. Boring, but convenient. Now this, this practice was quite disheartening. What if a young centaur wasn’t so blessed like his brothers and sisters? What if he’s just...bad at archery?

Well, right now, he wanted to prove something to himself. He may not be a centaur, but the simple exercise they were having made him realize things. He’s flawed, and there’s nothing else he can do but to be better. He may not win his bow today, but he will do his very best nonetheless.

Learning from his mistake, Ethan took the time to stand firmly on all fours, steadied his breathing as he drew his bow and aimed his third arrow on the third target. He could feel the beads of sweat forming on his forehead even if the weather was a bit nippy. Pursing his lips in concentration, he eyed his target, took aim, and fired.

*Swoooosh THUD*

Huh? A hit? Really? The stars must be playing with his luck right now. The activity was getting more and more unpredictable by the minute. Should he stay hopeful,or...?