Asher never missed. His aim was always precise and steady. so as he crouched in a bush, the leaves scratching against him, he felt confidence burst through him. He would get her, and when he did, he would live like a king off of the money he was going to make.

A crackle sounded and Asher had his bow drawn in mere seconds. And then there she was. Her skin resembled a starry night sky, the black shining with small pinpoints of white stars as she moved. Her wings spread large and majestically around her, the same shade of black as her skin. And as the fairy knelt by a pond in front of her, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, Asher saw his chance.

Only 30 fairies left, soon to be 29. He drew back his arm, a small smile on his lips as he took in the crouching fairy. And then.....he let his arrow fly.

Asher never missed.