Synopsis: This is a story about the Great war between orcs and humans/elves.
Tim's hands shook in the bitter cold, his eyes firmly set on the stag that walked slowly in the forest clearing in its search for food. " Steady now..." said the boys father Lord Charles Murray. Tim looked at his father and then turned his attention back to his target. This wasn't the first time Tim went hunting he had been out a good few times before but he still got nervous, Tim pulled out a arrow clipped it onto his bow string. " Make sure of your shot " said Charles...... " You don't want to mess up" he warned "Yes father" Tim replied. The stag began to slowly walk away from sight, Tim pulled back the string and took a deep breath. The arrow whizzed through the air as Tim felt the bow string fall through his fingers , time seemed to stop and the world seemed to stop as Tim eyes focused on the arrow flew through the air. The stag went limp and still the moment the arrow hit just below his heart, the magnificent creature fell helpless with the overwhelming pain it was enduring. " Great shot m'boy!!", said Lord Charles. Tim just smiled with relief. He hadn't disappointed his father today, that was all that he hoped for from this day. He watched his father walk over to the stag that was dying on the forest clearing, it was sight of sadness that a beautiful creature could be brought down in such away.
Thought I'd try a bit of writing, hope you enjoy