I am writing a new book, and I need a second opinion on how it is going, this is only a half page so no one copies it. Now people, I need your brutally honest opinion.
The Fate of a Kingdom
Niccolo’s body flinched every time the arrow hit it’s mark, watching with rapt attention as the hooded bowman shot arrow after arrow into the target, each one hitting an area that would disable an opponent. Niccolo looked more closely at the man, taking in each feature. The archers eyes, set stern with focus, yet having trace of amusement left behind by many laughs and jokes. His slight stubble, which looked like it was carefully shaved. But most of all, the ease of which he pulled back the bowstring, which Niccolo remembered many archers pulling it back with much more difficulty.
By now, Niccolo’s body had adjusted to the rhythmic twang and pounding of the arrow, but suddenly it stopped, and he sat up abruptly causing the branch to stir under him. The archer had been walking to retrieve his arrows from the target, but now stood still, listening with every fiber of his being. Niccolo slowed his breathing and did not move as he feared what the archer would do if he was discovered. The archer moved on, retrieved the arrows, and started to walk back.
He barely had time to react as the figure moved and fired an arrow into the branch under him. Niccolo flailed as he fell backwards with fright. A grunt escaped him as he hit the ground, and was shocked when a bolstering laugh broke out from the man. A hand reached out to help him up. Niccolo hesitated, but took it, and clamored to his feet. He was surprised that he only came up to the man’s chest.
“Are you okay, lad? I only meant to give you a little scare.” A large smile filled the man’s face, and Niccolo
The Fate of a Kingdom
Niccolo’s body flinched every time the arrow hit it’s mark, watching with rapt attention as the hooded bowman shot arrow after arrow into the target, each one hitting an area that would disable an opponent. Niccolo looked more closely at the man, taking in each feature. The archers eyes, set stern with focus, yet having trace of amusement left behind by many laughs and jokes. His slight stubble, which looked like it was carefully shaved. But most of all, the ease of which he pulled back the bowstring, which Niccolo remembered many archers pulling it back with much more difficulty.
By now, Niccolo’s body had adjusted to the rhythmic twang and pounding of the arrow, but suddenly it stopped, and he sat up abruptly causing the branch to stir under him. The archer had been walking to retrieve his arrows from the target, but now stood still, listening with every fiber of his being. Niccolo slowed his breathing and did not move as he feared what the archer would do if he was discovered. The archer moved on, retrieved the arrows, and started to walk back.
He barely had time to react as the figure moved and fired an arrow into the branch under him. Niccolo flailed as he fell backwards with fright. A grunt escaped him as he hit the ground, and was shocked when a bolstering laugh broke out from the man. A hand reached out to help him up. Niccolo hesitated, but took it, and clamored to his feet. He was surprised that he only came up to the man’s chest.
“Are you okay, lad? I only meant to give you a little scare.” A large smile filled the man’s face, and Niccolo

