"'Archers, we no longer need them, fire!'
My bow was strung right when Veren said that. I turned around and saw archers notching their arrows. "No you don't!" I yelled. I turned by back to the invaders and shot, but it only grazed Veren's arm. The archers shot at me and I won."
The rest of the story is in the file. Leave the past to your imagination. ;)