Kaelen unstrung his bow, feeling a lightness he hadn't known in years. He looked at the trophy, then back at the man who was now a slave to his own reputation.
Kaelen left the silver behind. He had entered the trial to save his name, but he left having saved himself from the pride that had nearly swallowed him whole. A Test of Pride
Kaelen ignored him. He saw a hawk dip in the distance—a sign of a rising thermal. He drew back, his muscles screaming. But as he aimed, he noticed Elias’s hand trembling. The champion wasn't looking at the target; he was looking at the crowd, terrified of their judgment. Kaelen unstrung his bow, feeling a lightness he