First Footing

Darkness. The air was cool and motionless. I stood upright upon a level dirt ledge. The block beneath my feet formed a sharp, precise ninety-degree corner. My right arm shifted slightly. It moved at my command. Just beneath my platform, an arrow rested firmly against the soil. I took one measured step forward and tapped the wooden shaft with the tip of my bow. It produced a crisp, solid sound. Satisfied with the stability of the terrain, I pulled back into position and held still, scanning the quiet clearing below.