Anna Andersen had a firm hold of the bow's grip as she drew back the arrow and bowstring with her right hand to her preferred archer's point-her chin-and held the arrow still while focusing on the target two hundred feet away.

Birds could be heard chirping and fluttering their wings in the distance and leaves rustled in the gentle wind.

Anna blocked out the outside sounds, she stayed focused on the task at hand. Once she measured the height and distance of the target, Anna let go her arrow.

It flew through the air toward the intended target at the speed of lightning.

And.

Then.

It.

Hit.

The.

Target.

Right in the dead center! Excellent!

Anna beamed and jumped for joy. She finally did it! She made a new personal record! For three years now since receiving her first rejection letter from the town's archery academy, Anna had been practicing long and hard in hopes of being admitted as a student.

Maybe, at the age of eighteen, she would finally be accepted and become one step closer to her life goal of becoming an elite archer and a member of the Order of the Arrow. That would be amazing if she could join the Order since they, along with the Elders, were some of the most respected and esteemed members of Elderwood.

The strawberry-blonde girl raced toward the target in the open field. When she reached it, she pulled it out from the bark of the tree and inspected the blunt. Still in good shape. Anna smiled with pride swelling in her heart. She was getting better and better each day. Maybe she truly had a shot to become an elite archer.

However, just before she could continue to revel in her personal victory, Anna heard her father call for her from the house. His firm yet soothing voice carried over to where Anna stood and reached her ears.

"Anna! Come in for dinner!"

"Coming, Papa!"

Anna quickly gathered the other arrows she had shot and put them in her quiver. She stole a glance toward the horizon to check how late it was and saw the sun was starting to set. She carried her bow in one hand and sprinted back to her home where her father waited for her outside the kitchen door.

He gave her a warm smile and spinning hug as she crashed into his open arms. He put her down on the soft ground after sharing a lighthearted laugh with her.

"Come on, my little hunter, Mama has supper ready for us. Let's get inside."

"Yes, Papa."

Anna's father ruffled the top of her affectionately before heading inside the house with Anna in tow. The strawberry-blonde young woman and closed the door, set her equipment down against the wall and took off her black, leather boots. Then she jogged to the bathroom to wash up. When she came back to the dining room table, she saw her parents smile at her standing over their chairs with food on the table.

Anna's mother had a particularly proud smile spread across her beautiful, lightly freckled face and had a hand on her hip. The other hand rested at her side with a piece of paper in it. She lifted her arm up and extended the hand with the piece of paper in it to her daughter.

"Here, Anna. This is for you."

"For me? Really?"

"Yes."

"Who is it from?"

"It's from the academy. Go on and read it."

Anna took the piece of paper and tore the red wax seal which the academy's signia-an embellished arrow pointing toward a target- on it. Then she unfolded it, flipped it around and read the contents.

Anna didn't need to read more than half of the letter's contents to know how she felt about it. Pure joy graced Anna's features as she realized that she had been accepted into the Elderwood Academy of Archery.

It finally happened. Anna was one step closer to becoming a member of the Order of the Arrow. She beamed at her parents.

"I'm in! I got into the academy."

"That's wonderful news, Anna."

"I know, Papa. I couldn't have done it without you or Mama's help. I couldn't have gotten this far without your support."

"You're welcome, darling. Now, let's eat and celebrate! You're going to be a great archer someday, Anna."

"Thanks, Papa."

Anna softly smiled at her proud parents as they sat down at the table and ate their supper. There had been much rejoicing during the meal and afterwards they helped Anna get ready to leave for the academy.

Later that night Anna was resting on her bed and stared obsessively at the acceptance letter she received. She still couldn't believe the luck she had. She may have gotten accepted into the academy a little late, but she was in. Besides, not all students were automatically accepted at the age of fifteen. Most students that came to the academy ranged from ages sixteen to eighteen. Only one student was accepted at the age of fifteen the first time around and that was the famed Elsa Arendelle.

Anna wasn't sure if Elsa Arendelle actually existed because she had never met or seen her. She was a very mysterious figure. Anna had heard that if anybody crossed her, she could be a very dangerous person. All she would need was a single bow and arrow to strike down an opponent. But Anna was undeterred by the supposedly dangerous Elsa Arendelle and was determined to be part of the Order. She wouldn't let some supposed prodigy stand in her way of reaching her life's goal. She would get it to somehow someday.

Bringing the letter to her lips, Anna kissed the parchment and then tucked it underneath her pillow. She turned on her right side and smiled as she spotted her personal belongings packed up and ready to go when she would leave in the morning and journey to the academy to make it her new home.

Anna closed her eyes and drifted off in a blissful sleep. A smile was plastered on her peaceful face.

TBC…

A/N: The title of the story comes from an actual group of the same name that my brother joined when he was in Boy Scouts growing up. Apparently, Boy Scouts have to be selected after a certain age to join the Order of the Arrow kind of like a secret society thing where they'd do special regional projects and not eat a lot during weekend projects to instill a sense of sacrifice for the community to the scouts until the end where they got to eat well.