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Cutthroat campus drama and politics with make-believe relationship mixed in!
Due to his serious attitude and intimidating aura, Priam Torres has become the most unpop...
A/N: We're now in the fifth and final arc of PTQ: Act One! It's gonna be one hell of a ride!
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CASTIEL
REYNARD WAS right to declare check on me. I did not know how he figured things out, but he found an opening to my King and went for it. Was it a game over already? Not really. Isa lamang itong check, hindi pa checkmate. Makagagalaw pa ako at magkakaroon ng tsansang makalusot sa pag-atake niya.
The fact that he declared check instead of checkmate meant that he did not have all the pieces yet to drive me into a corner and end the game once and for all. Malapit na siya. Nasa kanya na ang karamihan ng mga piyesa, ngunit may kulang pa. 'Yon ang hinahanap niya ngayon. Kung magkakamali ng galaw ako o ang ibang piyesa, baka ma-mate na ako sa susunod niyang tira.
I had to make the right move. Otherwise, it would be a game over not just for me, but for the entire University Student Council. Even Fabienne might get into trouble. And I could not let them be dragged into the mess caused by my oversight. No matter how good I was at strategies, I could have some blind spots that I failed to notice.
My left hand held the compound bow in front of me as my right pulled an arrow from the quiver. I nocked it before my fingers drew the string back slowly. My sight was deadset on the bullseye on the board. I took a deep breath before letting it loose. It flew until it hit the area outside the target board.
I clicked my tongue and lowered my bow. Sa limang palaso, wala ni isa ang tumama sa bullseye. Was it because of my stance? I had to rest my left knee on a chair just so I could stand without the help of my walking cane. My grip was steady and my aim was okay. Before the accident that damaged my left leg, I could easily hit the bullseye. But ever since that day, I had been struggling.
Kapag masyadong clouded ang isipan ko, pumupunta ako sa archery range dito sa campus para i-clear ang mga bumabagabag sa akin. Playing something so primal could help me relax my mind and focus my thoughts. Ngunit lalo yata akong na-stress dahil sa mga nagmintis na palaso.
This only proved one thing: my mind was too preoccupied, it could not focus on the current task at hand. Nothing had shaken me as much as this one before.
I grabbed my cane and walked toward the target board. Kinuha ko ang limang palaso na hindi man nakapasok sa bilog. I tried to pull them out with so much force, but I had a hard time collecting them all. Napapalatak akong bumalik sa shooting line. Saktong pagbalik ko roon ay ang pagpasok ng isang babae't lalaki. Priam had his maroon blazer off while Fabienne was in her white longsleeved shirt. They had their arm guards and shooting gloves on.
"Priam! Fabienne!" I greeted them with a forced smile. "I'm kinda glad na late kayong dalawa. Baka nakita n'yo ang disappointing performance ko."
"How many bullseyes so far?" Priam asked, placing his hands on his waist.
