Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

"Take a deep breath, little girl...use all your senses to focus."

The sun, hanging low on the horizon, cast its last rays upon the countryside. Unlike the town, which was already brightly lit, the countryside was not only spacious but also quieter.

“Does doing all this really help? Archery isn’t just about deep breathing.” Naya kept complaining, but she had no choice but to listen to her sister, gripping the longbow tightly and aiming at the distant target.

The two sisters stood on a relatively open flat ground, surrounded by sparse trees. Na Ling often secretly brought her younger sister here to practice.

“Mom thinks it’s too early for you to learn these things, but I don’t think so.” Na Ling stood next to Na Ya, took a step forward, and placed her front foot behind Na Ya’s heel. “Open your feet a little wider.” She gently placed her hands on her sister’s shoulders, carefully adjusting her posture. Na Ya cooperated somewhat awkwardly, and Na Ling supported her elbows with her hands, guiding her to draw the longbow fully.

“Good, that’s it. Now slowly loosen your fingers and hold steady,” Naling said softly. Naya took a deep breath and, following her sister’s instructions, slowly loosened her fingers. The arrow shot out, drawing an arc in the air before finally landing on the grass in the distance. Although it didn’t hit the target, Naya still smiled happily.

"Not bad, that's already very good for your first time." Na Ling smiled and patted Na Ya's head.

"Sister, when can I join the clan's youth reserve team?" Although she knew it was unlikely, Naya still asked.

“At your age… it’s still too early.” With that, she took the bow and arrow from Naya’s hand, casually drew back the string, and a sharp arrow shot out instantly, hitting the bullseye in the distance without missing a beat. Na Ling sighed softly and neatly put the remaining arrows into the quiver.

Naya followed closely behind Naling, her face filled with resentment and stubbornness: "What do you mean by too early? Did your teacher say the same thing to you back then?" She quickened her pace, swiftly circled around to Naling's front, and blocked her path.

Na Ling stopped, her gaze falling on Na Ya's youthful yet determined face. She smiled slightly, "The prerequisite is that you have to be good enough. I learned archery and martial arts on my own; it's like a talent. I don't need anyone to teach me." She blinked, revealing a languid expression that Na Ya had seen countless times on her when talking about things she was proud of, but each time it filled her with immense envy.

“I will definitely surpass you, sister. I want to become a member of the Templar Knights too,” she said defiantly.

“Okay.” Na Ling readily accepted her sister’s challenge, a smile spreading across her face.

Then, gazing at the dark night sky, she sighed, turned back to look at Naya, and a hint of regret appeared in her eyes.

"I really hope you can do what you love, instead of becoming someone like me." She knelt down in front of Naya, gently cupped her face, and said tenderly, "The Templars can handle me. You just need to stay by Mom and Dad's side, okay?"

Naya pouted and muttered in dissatisfaction, "My sister is so mean, she wants me to give up early!"

Seeing this, Na Ling couldn't help but smile wryly and murmured softly, "Alright, alright, just don't regret it later."

The evening breeze after dusk blew through the woods and also ruffled the hair around their ears.

......

The images in her mind gradually blurred, and the world around her gradually receded into the distance.

The wind whipped up snowflakes, brushing against her beige robe. She stood there, motionless, like a solitary statue. The wind rustled the hem of her robe, yet she felt no cold.

Her gaze pierced through her hood, fixed on the distant snow-capped mountains. The faint light fell upon her, outlining her slender figure, but this beautiful scene contrasted sharply with the desolate surroundings.

“White Bear Mountain…” she murmured, her voice so soft it was almost drowned out by the wind. She had followed the scattered conch shell signals, step by step, to this place. This land was surrounded by towering mountains, a forbidden and isolated place.

The flames of revenge have been ignited in her heart.

Just then, several figures quietly approached her, forming a wary circle. One of them whispered, "Another lost soul, courting death."

Na Ling showed no reaction and paid no attention to their presence.

"This is a forbidden area of ​​the temple. No one is allowed to pass without Lord Lefie's order," another person warned, his tone threatening.

She snorted coldly, and golden flames ignited from her forearm, then spread throughout her body.

"We've come to the right place—"

......

"You lot, go keep an eye on that handsome young man named Sharp and let me know his whereabouts at any time." Anar Lefebvre lay languidly on the throne in the center of the hall, yawning lazily, his voice habitually carrying a hint of charm.

A group of deer-tribe soldiers clad in black robes stood below her. Upon hearing her command, they bowed their heads in obedience. Their figures quickly disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the sound of a gentle breeze rustling the ground.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a loud crash shattered the silence of the hall. A charred corpse fell from the sky, crashing heavily in front of Lefie, raising a cloud of dust. Lefie was startled and nearly fell off his throne.

Upon closer inspection, she realized that the corpse was actually one of the people she had recently sent out on patrol. Her face immediately darkened.

"Who?" Just then, a figure slowly descended from above the hall.

After landing safely, she looked up at the person sitting on the throne.

“If it was an accident, you can still kneel down and beg me now.” Lefie sat up straight, swinging his legs dismissively.

"What, High Priest, you don't recognize me after all these years?" Na Ling took a few steps forward and slowly pulled down her hood.

When Lefève saw her face clearly, his face turned deathly pale, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"How could it be you?!" Lefie rubbed his eyes, looking at the person in front of him in disbelief.

"You think you can become queen just because you slept with Mus a few times? You despicable little slut," Na Ling mocked without any politeness.

Lefère's face turned from white to red, as if she had been slapped hard across the face; her chest heaved violently. Her once beautiful and noble face was now filled with anger and humiliation.

She abruptly stood up from the throne, her eyes fixed on Na Ling as if she wanted to devour her alive.

"However, your luck has run out, hasn't it? What can you do here all alone?" Lefie said with a sneer.

Then, strands of silk appeared at her fingertips like ghosts. With a gentle wave of her invisible hands, these strands quickly intertwined like a swarm of nimble snakes, forming a tight encirclement that tightly surrounded Na Ling.

Na Ling sensed Le Fei's murderous intent, but she remained unfazed, even letting out a slight upturn of her lips, revealing a contemptuous smile.

“Really? I think I can do a lot of things—for example…” Na Ling paused, her feet hopping around.

“Teach me how to get rid of your damn arrogance.”