Part 2 of story (nameless still)

The arrow whizzed forward in a flash, heading straight for the red dot at the centre of the board. How he wished he could shoot all his troubles away, just like that arrow. Gone in a flash. Leaving no scars, no traces behind. How good that would be. He sighed.

The arrow hit the target softly, grazing the board, but did not pierce through the board. It dropped and fell soundlessly into the sand. He bowed his head in disappointment, although he already half-expected that to happen initially. But he still held hope initially. Hope was the only force that made him come so far in life though. Without hope, he would have perished long ago, strangulated by the troubles that clouded his mind and choked his body.

I will never die,
I'll never say goodbye...
The world may sigh,
Or dead on the ground they lie,
Even if there is no reason why,
As long as i can try,
they will never see me cry.

He felt a dampness in his eyes as the words raced through his mind. The sun, together with the wierd concoction of tears and sweat, and the painful memories, bought a stinging feeling to his eyes. He brought his hands to his eyes and rub softly with the back of his hand, the only comfort he can bring to himself. What else could he do? What else, he asked himelf silently.

His trainer's shouts brought his memoris to a grinding halt. Practice is over. He headed over to fall in and waited for the night to fall and dinner to be served.

To be continued when im bored.... hahaha