A canopy hung over head as a man lounged about on one of the walls. A high powered rifle with a unique scope on it propped between his legs. The barrel rested against his shoulder as the bunt end of it rest across the stone work of the wall. The heat was normal as it could be in the desert Capitol of Aveh.

Aerin’s head tilted back head shook out his sweat matted hair. Seven half buried metallic objects rested in the sand. The small thought passed through his mind, “Another boring day.” Glancing too the cans with his perfect vision that even seemed to go beyond human skill. Earlier in the morning he had placed the cans out there for about noon time shooting practice.

The rifle was drawn up with steady hands as he glanced through the scope. Slowly the rifle strafed between the cans memorizing where they were. The air galled about a bit as he readied his aim on one of the cans. It was around nine hundred yards from the wall half buried by sand. His breathing slowed as he took in one deep breath. The air was held in as he drew back on the trigger. The silencer caused the bullet to shoot out with a gushing of wind sound.

In the final moments the bullet shattered one of the cans as he released his breath. The gun swayed over stopping dead on target against the next can. It was ended quickly as was the first can. The hand slipped up from the barrel as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“See if I can hit the rest of them without stopping.” His heart nearly stopped as he focused on the job at hand. The only movement made was the trigger being drawn on in very succession, which resulted in fire high powered rounds to cut through the air. A few moments later each of the cans flew up into the air mangled like the first two. The barrel hissed from the last shot’s discharge causing a bit of smoke to rise. “That’s my baby.” He patted the custom made rifle which held a magazine feed too the single shot rifle.

Standing up from his lazily propped position on the wall he shouldered the rifle over his shoulder. The strap rested across the center of his chest causing the uniform to curl inwards and fit across his medium build. His tan skin glistened gently with sweat as he let out a sigh. He muttered to himself gently, “Another boring day.”

~ Aerin Silverwin ~
~ Guard of Bledavik ~
~ True Heart of Aveh’s People ~