[Eldrew Whiteone]

“Speaking of aiming,” the elven woman continued, “practice is the only thing that will make you better.” The Rangermistress pointed to the cutout where the arrow rest was located. “This is your viewing area. As the bowstring is in its draw phase, you should be looking down the shaft of the arrow towards its point. From there you raise or lower the bow to align the arrow tip with your target.” The halfling nodded his head showing he understood.

“This isn’t as easy as it sounds, Mr. Whiteone. Only time and constant repetition will perfect this. Please give it a try.” Eldrew immediately got himself back in his stance. The arrow was still nocked on the string; however he did give it a slight adjustment. Feeling comfortable, the small one locked his fingers around the bowstring. Index on top of the nock, middle and ring below. With left arm extend, he drew back the string. His elbow, rising above his head, he then allowed his shoulder to rock back bringing it to rest. A small thumb rested against his chin, the string barely touching his nose. Looking down the shaft, he focused on the target twenty yards away.

THANG! The tension on the string propelled the arrow toward the target. He dropped his arms to watch it fly. “Not to be too critical, but you missed,” Owaten Aspenpath commented. The halfling was unsure what had happened. He had followed all the steps that his trainer provided. What did I do wrong?