Trisha came up on the trail and ducked behind a cluster of bushes. She peeked her eyes over the bush and spotted Bright eating his lunch beneath the shade of a tree. Trisha licked her lips at seeing the young man as she took her bow off her back and an arrow from her quiver. The tip of the arrow appeared to be spray painted hot pink; but this was not paint, but rather a powerful potion that would cause her target to shrink once shot. Trisha knocked her arrow to the string, pulled it back, and took aim. She held her breath as she lined up her shot...