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Her arrow hit the target with a resounding sound though only Dorothea and her coach were there to hear it. Again. The command uttered both by her coach urged her forward. The South Koreans had been dominant in Olympic archery since its reintroduction in the 70s and no Greek woman had ever even medaled. Dorothea and her coach were determined to change that in Tokyo. This year’s Olympics were Greece’s time to shine. Her time to shine. It was her greatest wish to win in the Olympic games. This would be her year.
Thunk
She had been shooting since she was young, entering in competitions around the world ever since she could. If you asked her, Dorothea wouldn’t really know why she had started. Someone had put a bow in her hands at some point and asked her to shoot. What had gotten her to keep shooting was the thill of it. The fact that she could aim from hundreds of yards away and her arrow would find the center of the target was thrilling. There was nothing she would rather be doing.
Thunk.
At some point she had started touring nonstop. School had taken a backseat, mostly to be done online, on a plane, or in hotel rooms between trips. Learning from books was great, but there was nothing better than getting to travel the world and experience the textbooks in real life. Dorothea learned languages without any formal study, simply picking up what she could from other archery friends on tour and a few hastily read books before landing in a new destination. That had always come easy to her—just as archery had. Of course, both took a great deal of work. And Dorothea wasn’t afraid of work.
Thunk.
The Olympics had long since been her dream. There was no bigger stage and nothing that held greater meaning to her people. Greece’d had many setbacks lately, but the Greek people had always enjoyed the Olympics. Her hometown threw her a giant celebration when they found out she had qualified to compete in Tokyo. It was her chance to prove to everyone that she was capable. That she had talent. That she had worked for it. Dorothea was determined to let nothing come between her and a gold medal.
Thunk.
They had been at it for hours, but she could go longer still. Dorothea practiced until she could do it in her sleep. She would keep going forever if that was what it took to be the best. She didn’t think beyond the gold medal—that was a luxury she couldn’t afford. Instead, she had to focus on what was in front of her. The competition was still a week away, but they had been in Tokyo adjusting to the time difference, weather, and practice arenas. Summer in Japan was hot. However, she was used to Greek summers, so her body wasn’t too surprised. Still, it was a nice advantage to come to Japan early. She had been in competitions her whole life, but never competed in the Olympics before. As calm as Dorothea could be, her nerves felt a little jumpy. This was the biggest stage she had ever been on. Her town, her country, the world would be watching her. She had to be ready.
Enough.
The command came before she could shoot again. Dorothea wanted to ignore it, but she knew her coach was right. She could not overtrain with precious little time before the games were to start. She just had to stay in practice enough. That had been achieved for the day.
“Go out and explore some, Dee,” her coach urged. “We’ve been here three days and haven’t seen anything yet. You’ve done enough today.”
Dorothea nodded, trusting in her advisor. He hadn’t steered her wrong through the years, as pushy as she could be. And so the pair of them set about putting her gear away and heading out of the practice area. Olympic Village was nice, but they hadn’t moved in quite yet as they arrived so early. That had meant a series of interesting metro rides as she hauled a giant case with her bow in crowded trains. Dorothea was surprised that nobody had much of an issue with the bulky case taking up room, but supposed that most were too polite to say anything. They could have taken a taxi, but Tokyo traffic was crazy and besides, Dorothea loved taking public transit whenever she went somewhere new. It always felt like she was getting a slice of real life and that was wonderful.
Today, the trains were packed with a lunch rush. Dorothea marveled at how the trains always seemed to be busy in Tokyo. People were always coming and going somewhere, even during the off peak times. She had noticed more diverse crowds, coming in as the Olympics were soon starting. Tokyo was a wonderful city to explore and they were taking advantage of it.
Dorothea held her case close to her side, as they boarded the next train. She was careful not to bump anyone with it as it was quite heavy. She got a few stares as they entered the train car, but tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible, moving to a corner. Her coach had been talking, though Dorothea’s mind had been on other things. She tuned into him now that they were moving, something he was saying caught her attention.
“There’s a famous lucky cat temple not too far out of the city,” he said. “We could drop everything off and visit it for luck.”
Dorothea smiled. For a big, gruff looking Greek man, he could be quite a softy. They were both sure that she wouldn’t need any luck, but Dorothea knew he had a particular fondness for cats. She too liked them and was sure that a visit to a lucky cat temple couldn’t go amiss. Even though she might not need the luck, it couldn’t hurt to help put her wish out into the universe: win a gold medal.
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Thunk.
Her arrow hit the target with a resounding sound though only Dorothea and her coach were there to hear it. Again. The command uttered both by her coach urged her forward. The South Koreans had been dominant in Olympic archery since its reintroduction in the 70s and no Greek woman had ever even medaled. Dorothea and her coach were determined to change that in Tokyo. This year’s Olympics were Greece’s time to shine. Her time to shine. It was her greatest wish to win in the Olympic games. This would be her year.
Thunk
She had been shooting since she was young, entering in competitions around the world ever since she could. If you asked her, Dorothea wouldn’t really know why she had started. Someone had put a bow in her hands at some point and asked her to shoot. What had gotten her to keep shooting was the thill of it. The fact that she could aim from hundreds of yards away and her arrow would find the center of the target was thrilling. There was nothing she would rather be doing.
Thunk.
At some point she had started touring nonstop. School had taken a backseat, mostly to be done online, on a plane, or in hotel rooms between trips. Learning from books was great, but there was nothing better than getting to travel the world and experience the textbooks in real life. Dorothea learned languages without any formal study, simply picking up what she could from other archery friends on tour and a few hastily read books before landing in a new destination. That had always come easy to her—just as archery had. Of course, both took a great deal of work. And Dorothea wasn’t afraid of work.
Thunk.
The Olympics had long since been her dream. There was no bigger stage and nothing that held greater meaning to her people. Greece’d had many setbacks lately, but the Greek people had always enjoyed the Olympics. Her hometown threw her a giant celebration when they found out she had qualified to compete in Tokyo. It was her chance to prove to everyone that she was capable. That she had talent. That she had worked for it. Dorothea was determined to let nothing come between her and a gold medal.
Thunk.
They had been at it for hours, but she could go longer still. Dorothea practiced until she could do it in her sleep. She would keep going forever if that was what it took to be the best. She didn’t think beyond the gold medal—that was a luxury she couldn’t afford. Instead, she had to focus on what was in front of her. The competition was still a week away, but they had been in Tokyo adjusting to the time difference, weather, and practice arenas. Summer in Japan was hot. However, she was used to Greek summers, so her body wasn’t too surprised. Still, it was a nice advantage to come to Japan early. She had been in competitions her whole life, but never competed in the Olympics before. As calm as Dorothea could be, her nerves felt a little jumpy. This was the biggest stage she had ever been on. Her town, her country, the world would be watching her. She had to be ready.
Enough.
The command came before she could shoot again. Dorothea wanted to ignore it, but she knew her coach was right. She could not overtrain with precious little time before the games were to start. She just had to stay in practice enough. That had been achieved for the day.
“Go out and explore some, Dee,” her coach urged. “We’ve been here three days and haven’t seen anything yet. You’ve done enough today.”
Dorothea nodded, trusting in her advisor. He hadn’t steered her wrong through the years, as pushy as she could be. And so the pair of them set about putting her gear away and heading out of the practice area. Olympic Village was nice, but they hadn’t moved in quite yet as they arrived so early. That had meant a series of interesting metro rides as she hauled a giant case with her bow in crowded trains. Dorothea was surprised that nobody had much of an issue with the bulky case taking up room, but supposed that most were too polite to say anything. They could have taken a taxi, but Tokyo traffic was crazy and besides, Dorothea loved taking public transit whenever she went somewhere new. It always felt like she was getting a slice of real life and that was wonderful.
Today, the trains were packed with a lunch rush. Dorothea marveled at how the trains always seemed to be busy in Tokyo. People were always coming and going somewhere, even during the off peak times. She had noticed more diverse crowds, coming in as the Olympics were soon starting. Tokyo was a wonderful city to explore and they were taking advantage of it.
Dorothea held her case close to her side, as they boarded the next train. She was careful not to bump anyone with it as it was quite heavy. She got a few stares as they entered the train car, but tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible, moving to a corner. Her coach had been talking, though Dorothea’s mind had been on other things. She tuned into him now that they were moving, something he was saying caught her attention.
“There’s a famous lucky cat temple not too far out of the city,” he said. “We could drop everything off and visit it for luck.”
Dorothea smiled. For a big, gruff looking Greek man, he could be quite a softy. They were both sure that she wouldn’t need any luck, but Dorothea knew he had a particular fondness for cats. She too liked them and was sure that a visit to a lucky cat temple couldn’t go amiss. Even though she might not need the luck, it couldn’t hurt to help put her wish out into the universe: win a gold medal.
Thunk.
Her arrow hit the target with a resounding sound though only Dorothea and her coach were there to hear it. Again. The command uttered both by her coach urged her forward. The South Koreans had been dominant in Olympic archery since its reintroduction in the 70s and no Greek woman had ever even medaled. Dorothea and her coach were determined to change that in Tokyo. This year’s Olympics were Greece’s time to shine. Her time to shine. It was her greatest wish to win in the Olympic games. This would be her year.
Thunk
She had been shooting since she was young, entering in competitions around the world ever since she could. If you asked her, Dorothea wouldn’t really know why she had started. Someone had put a bow in her hands at some point and asked her to shoot. What had gotten her to keep shooting was the thill of it. The fact that she could aim from hundreds of yards away and her arrow would find the center of the target was thrilling. There was nothing she would rather be doing.
Thunk.
At some point she had started touring nonstop. School had taken a backseat, mostly to be done online, on a plane, or in hotel rooms between trips. Learning from books was great, but there was nothing better than getting to travel the world and experience the textbooks in real life. Dorothea learned languages without any formal study, simply picking up what she could from other archery friends on tour and a few hastily read books before landing in a new destination. That had always come easy to her—just as archery had. Of course, both took a great deal of work. And Dorothea wasn’t afraid of work.
Thunk.
The Olympics had long since been her dream. There was no bigger stage and nothing that held greater meaning to her people. Greece’d had many setbacks lately, but the Greek people had always enjoyed the Olympics. Her hometown threw her a giant celebration when they found out she had qualified to compete in Tokyo. It was her chance to prove to everyone that she was capable. That she had talent. That she had worked for it. Dorothea was determined to let nothing come between her and a gold medal.
Thunk.
They had been at it for hours, but she could go longer still. Dorothea practiced until she could do it in her sleep. She would keep going forever if that was what it took to be the best. She didn’t think beyond the gold medal—that was a luxury she couldn’t afford. Instead, she had to focus on what was in front of her. The competition was still a week away, but they had been in Tokyo adjusting to the time difference, weather, and practice arenas. Summer in Japan was hot. However, she was used to Greek summers, so her body wasn’t too surprised. Still, it was a nice advantage to come to Japan early. She had been in competitions her whole life, but never competed in the Olympics before. As calm as Dorothea could be, her nerves felt a little jumpy. This was the biggest stage she had ever been on. Her town, her country, the world would be watching her. She had to be ready.
Enough.
The command came before she could shoot again. Dorothea wanted to ignore it, but she knew her coach was right. She could not overtrain with precious little time before the games were to start. She just had to stay in practice enough. That had been achieved for the day.
“Go out and explore some, Dee,” her coach urged. “We’ve been here three days and haven’t seen anything yet. You’ve done enough today.”
Dorothea nodded, trusting in her advisor. He hadn’t steered her wrong through the years, as pushy as she could be. And so the pair of them set about putting her gear away and heading out of the practice area. Olympic Village was nice, but they hadn’t moved in quite yet as they arrived so early. That had meant a series of interesting metro rides as she hauled a giant case with her bow in crowded trains. Dorothea was surprised that nobody had much of an issue with the bulky case taking up room, but supposed that most were too polite to say anything. They could have taken a taxi, but Tokyo traffic was crazy and besides, Dorothea loved taking public transit whenever she went somewhere new. It always felt like she was getting a slice of real life and that was wonderful.
Today, the trains were packed with a lunch rush. Dorothea marveled at how the trains always seemed to be busy in Tokyo. People were always coming and going somewhere, even during the off peak times. She had noticed more diverse crowds, coming in as the Olympics were soon starting. Tokyo was a wonderful city to explore and they were taking advantage of it.
Dorothea held her case close to her side, as they boarded the next train. She was careful not to bump anyone with it as it was quite heavy. She got a few stares as they entered the train car, but tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible, moving to a corner. Her coach had been talking, though Dorothea’s mind had been on other things. She tuned into him now that they were moving, something he was saying caught her attention.
“There’s a famous lucky cat temple not too far out of the city,” he said. “We could drop everything off and visit it for luck.”
Dorothea smiled. For a big, gruff looking Greek man, he could be quite a softy. They were both sure that she wouldn’t need any luck, but Dorothea knew he had a particular fondness for cats. She too liked them and was sure that a visit to a lucky cat temple couldn’t go amiss. Even though she might not need the luck, it couldn’t hurt to help put her wish out into the universe: win a gold medal.
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Your wish is my command.
You win a gold metal at your next Olympics, but at what cost? Your competitor, @stephanos , is gravely injured in the process of competing. There are whispers that you, Dorothea of Dimitrou, had something to do with it.
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Your wish is my command.
You win a gold metal at your next Olympics, but at what cost? Your competitor, @stephanos , is gravely injured in the process of competing. There are whispers that you, Dorothea of Dimitrou, had something to do with it.
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Your wish is my command.
You win a gold metal at your next Olympics, but at what cost? Your competitor, @stephanos , is gravely injured in the process of competing. There are whispers that you, Dorothea of Dimitrou, had something to do with it.
Every serious athlete’s dream was the Olympics and Stephanos was no different. The entirety of his waking hours for the last four years had been eat, train, eat, train, eat, train. There were no friends. There were no girls. There was no social life. There was archery, there was weight training, there was cardio. And then there was eating. Bland chicken, brown rice. Leafy greens coming out of his ears. And sometimes, when he was really, really good, fruit. And sometimes, when the day had been SUPER long, and his training had been EXTRA rigorous, and his mood TANKED, 1 oz of dark chocolate. Gods but he wanted some now…One time? He’d snuck a plate of chicken fettuccine alfredo and it tasted like HEAVEN. He’d honestly cried eating it. But his body rejected it later and he decided that maybe something with that level of carb and fat content should be avoided.
Lessons learned.
He’d met Dorothea before, of course, on tours and around the circuit. The world of archery was terribly small and through competitions, one got to know others if not by name and face, at least by the little blurbs about them in the pamphlets. His opinion of her was high. He liked her skill and determination...but he wasn’t going to allow her to win. Obviously the gold medal wasn’t meant for Greece. It was meant for America. He was America’s golden, shining, handsome hope. How could he not be? He had a face and body begging for endorsements. Puma had already been courting him a little for a shoe deal and he desperately needed the money. Training and eating and exercising like he had been didn’t leave time for piddly things like a job or school. It was gold or bust. If he lost, Puma would give their endorsement deal to someone else.
Stephanos wasn’t the first in the lineup to compete for the gold, but his definitely had the most coverage. As he stood at the line, raising his bow, he landed a perfect shot. And another. And another. And another. His mind wasn’t on the crowds or near constant flashes of cameras. It was on the targets, his mind quiet and calm. This was what he’d trained for. What he’d lived for. This moment. Just before he could release the last arrow, he felt something slam into his shoulder, knocking him forward. His shot went hideously wide and nowhere near the target.
Crashing to his knees, he hit the ground hard, breathless for a few blissful seconds but then the pain hit. Something was very wrong and he couldn’t move one arm. Looking wildly at his shoulder, he found a competitor’s arrow embedded in his shoulder. He laughed. Then bodywide shakes took over and he laughed more but tears ran down his face, unbidden, and still he laughed. There would be no Puma contract. There would be no more archery. There would never be another Olympics in his career. In fact, what career? This arrow would have to be surgically removed and then he’d have months of recovery, during which time he’d lose all edge. He might even have to have physical therapy, depending on how much damage had been done to the muscle and tendons.
Medics stormed onto the field. Reporters went nuts. Within seconds of it happening, the headline across the world was Olympic Sabotage! Greek Athlete Another Tonya Harding?
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Every serious athlete’s dream was the Olympics and Stephanos was no different. The entirety of his waking hours for the last four years had been eat, train, eat, train, eat, train. There were no friends. There were no girls. There was no social life. There was archery, there was weight training, there was cardio. And then there was eating. Bland chicken, brown rice. Leafy greens coming out of his ears. And sometimes, when he was really, really good, fruit. And sometimes, when the day had been SUPER long, and his training had been EXTRA rigorous, and his mood TANKED, 1 oz of dark chocolate. Gods but he wanted some now…One time? He’d snuck a plate of chicken fettuccine alfredo and it tasted like HEAVEN. He’d honestly cried eating it. But his body rejected it later and he decided that maybe something with that level of carb and fat content should be avoided.
Lessons learned.
He’d met Dorothea before, of course, on tours and around the circuit. The world of archery was terribly small and through competitions, one got to know others if not by name and face, at least by the little blurbs about them in the pamphlets. His opinion of her was high. He liked her skill and determination...but he wasn’t going to allow her to win. Obviously the gold medal wasn’t meant for Greece. It was meant for America. He was America’s golden, shining, handsome hope. How could he not be? He had a face and body begging for endorsements. Puma had already been courting him a little for a shoe deal and he desperately needed the money. Training and eating and exercising like he had been didn’t leave time for piddly things like a job or school. It was gold or bust. If he lost, Puma would give their endorsement deal to someone else.
Stephanos wasn’t the first in the lineup to compete for the gold, but his definitely had the most coverage. As he stood at the line, raising his bow, he landed a perfect shot. And another. And another. And another. His mind wasn’t on the crowds or near constant flashes of cameras. It was on the targets, his mind quiet and calm. This was what he’d trained for. What he’d lived for. This moment. Just before he could release the last arrow, he felt something slam into his shoulder, knocking him forward. His shot went hideously wide and nowhere near the target.
Crashing to his knees, he hit the ground hard, breathless for a few blissful seconds but then the pain hit. Something was very wrong and he couldn’t move one arm. Looking wildly at his shoulder, he found a competitor’s arrow embedded in his shoulder. He laughed. Then bodywide shakes took over and he laughed more but tears ran down his face, unbidden, and still he laughed. There would be no Puma contract. There would be no more archery. There would never be another Olympics in his career. In fact, what career? This arrow would have to be surgically removed and then he’d have months of recovery, during which time he’d lose all edge. He might even have to have physical therapy, depending on how much damage had been done to the muscle and tendons.
Medics stormed onto the field. Reporters went nuts. Within seconds of it happening, the headline across the world was Olympic Sabotage! Greek Athlete Another Tonya Harding?
Every serious athlete’s dream was the Olympics and Stephanos was no different. The entirety of his waking hours for the last four years had been eat, train, eat, train, eat, train. There were no friends. There were no girls. There was no social life. There was archery, there was weight training, there was cardio. And then there was eating. Bland chicken, brown rice. Leafy greens coming out of his ears. And sometimes, when he was really, really good, fruit. And sometimes, when the day had been SUPER long, and his training had been EXTRA rigorous, and his mood TANKED, 1 oz of dark chocolate. Gods but he wanted some now…One time? He’d snuck a plate of chicken fettuccine alfredo and it tasted like HEAVEN. He’d honestly cried eating it. But his body rejected it later and he decided that maybe something with that level of carb and fat content should be avoided.
Lessons learned.
He’d met Dorothea before, of course, on tours and around the circuit. The world of archery was terribly small and through competitions, one got to know others if not by name and face, at least by the little blurbs about them in the pamphlets. His opinion of her was high. He liked her skill and determination...but he wasn’t going to allow her to win. Obviously the gold medal wasn’t meant for Greece. It was meant for America. He was America’s golden, shining, handsome hope. How could he not be? He had a face and body begging for endorsements. Puma had already been courting him a little for a shoe deal and he desperately needed the money. Training and eating and exercising like he had been didn’t leave time for piddly things like a job or school. It was gold or bust. If he lost, Puma would give their endorsement deal to someone else.
Stephanos wasn’t the first in the lineup to compete for the gold, but his definitely had the most coverage. As he stood at the line, raising his bow, he landed a perfect shot. And another. And another. And another. His mind wasn’t on the crowds or near constant flashes of cameras. It was on the targets, his mind quiet and calm. This was what he’d trained for. What he’d lived for. This moment. Just before he could release the last arrow, he felt something slam into his shoulder, knocking him forward. His shot went hideously wide and nowhere near the target.
Crashing to his knees, he hit the ground hard, breathless for a few blissful seconds but then the pain hit. Something was very wrong and he couldn’t move one arm. Looking wildly at his shoulder, he found a competitor’s arrow embedded in his shoulder. He laughed. Then bodywide shakes took over and he laughed more but tears ran down his face, unbidden, and still he laughed. There would be no Puma contract. There would be no more archery. There would never be another Olympics in his career. In fact, what career? This arrow would have to be surgically removed and then he’d have months of recovery, during which time he’d lose all edge. He might even have to have physical therapy, depending on how much damage had been done to the muscle and tendons.
Medics stormed onto the field. Reporters went nuts. Within seconds of it happening, the headline across the world was Olympic Sabotage! Greek Athlete Another Tonya Harding?
It was so great to be back on the circuit again, Dorothea thought, on the first day of the games. She stood proudly with her countrymen and women, watching the opening ceremony with awe. It was so nice to see all of her competitors again as well. They had taken a break the previous year during the pandemic and this felt a little bit like a redemption story for all of them. It was so wonderful to be able to compete again.
She had seen Stephanos arrive with the Americans and had given him a friendly wave. Although men and women didn’t always compete against each other, they did have fun when they did. Dorothea loved the challenge and thought that he was a good archer. He was a little goofy in her opinion, but that didn’t sway to any negative feelings. She just thought some of his mannerisms were interesting. Of course, she was sure that some of hers were as well. That seemed to be the case for most athletes. If they didn’t have some weird superstitions that they were following, then they likely were fastidious about some aspect of their character. After all, their sport was their world when they were competing at the Olympic level.
When it was finally their turn to compete, the two were working on team races, quickly moving through a course shooting arrows towards their targets as fast as possible. This part of the competition was always the most fun to Dorothea. It wasn’t just shooting her arrows into a still target, but involved a race, and skill to beat her competitors. They were all placed just so as to avoid any accidents. Of course, it was still archery and arrows weren’t without risk. But that was what they all signed up for.
When she was competing, Dorothea blocked out everything else. It never did her any good to listen to what was going on around her, even in a race. It was only important that she pressed on, doing her best. It was only when she got to the end of the course that she looked to the scoreboard. Seeing her name at the top of the scoreboard, she began jumping up and down in excitement. Gold was hers! She’d won!
It was only then she caught her coach’s eye. He was rapidly approaching, speaking in Greek.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Stephanos has been shot!” he replied, almost angerly.
“What?!” Dorothea claimed, utterly shocked. Who could have done such a thing? It had to be an accident, wasn’t it!?
“They’re saying you did it,” her coach continued, nearly causing Dorothea to drop her bow.
“Are they kidding? There have been cameras on me this whole time! If I shot him, wouldn’t they have witnessed it?”
“Apparently not,” he responded dryly. “I, of course, was watching you the entire time and believe you. When would you have time to shoot the stupid man, eh? You are busy competing! There is no time for games!”
Of course he was right. Dorothea would never do such a thing, but a glance at the screens told her a different story.
“Give me your phone,” she said hastily, wanting to check the news. Dread poured in as she scanned the headlines. Everyone was blaming her, but why? How would she ever be able to live this down? She hadn’t shot Stephanos, but clearly someone wanted everyone to think she had. Her career might never survive.
She had won, but at what cost? All Dorothea could do now was try and find a way to prove her innocence. Or else her gold would mean nothing.
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It was so great to be back on the circuit again, Dorothea thought, on the first day of the games. She stood proudly with her countrymen and women, watching the opening ceremony with awe. It was so nice to see all of her competitors again as well. They had taken a break the previous year during the pandemic and this felt a little bit like a redemption story for all of them. It was so wonderful to be able to compete again.
She had seen Stephanos arrive with the Americans and had given him a friendly wave. Although men and women didn’t always compete against each other, they did have fun when they did. Dorothea loved the challenge and thought that he was a good archer. He was a little goofy in her opinion, but that didn’t sway to any negative feelings. She just thought some of his mannerisms were interesting. Of course, she was sure that some of hers were as well. That seemed to be the case for most athletes. If they didn’t have some weird superstitions that they were following, then they likely were fastidious about some aspect of their character. After all, their sport was their world when they were competing at the Olympic level.
When it was finally their turn to compete, the two were working on team races, quickly moving through a course shooting arrows towards their targets as fast as possible. This part of the competition was always the most fun to Dorothea. It wasn’t just shooting her arrows into a still target, but involved a race, and skill to beat her competitors. They were all placed just so as to avoid any accidents. Of course, it was still archery and arrows weren’t without risk. But that was what they all signed up for.
When she was competing, Dorothea blocked out everything else. It never did her any good to listen to what was going on around her, even in a race. It was only important that she pressed on, doing her best. It was only when she got to the end of the course that she looked to the scoreboard. Seeing her name at the top of the scoreboard, she began jumping up and down in excitement. Gold was hers! She’d won!
It was only then she caught her coach’s eye. He was rapidly approaching, speaking in Greek.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Stephanos has been shot!” he replied, almost angerly.
“What?!” Dorothea claimed, utterly shocked. Who could have done such a thing? It had to be an accident, wasn’t it!?
“They’re saying you did it,” her coach continued, nearly causing Dorothea to drop her bow.
“Are they kidding? There have been cameras on me this whole time! If I shot him, wouldn’t they have witnessed it?”
“Apparently not,” he responded dryly. “I, of course, was watching you the entire time and believe you. When would you have time to shoot the stupid man, eh? You are busy competing! There is no time for games!”
Of course he was right. Dorothea would never do such a thing, but a glance at the screens told her a different story.
“Give me your phone,” she said hastily, wanting to check the news. Dread poured in as she scanned the headlines. Everyone was blaming her, but why? How would she ever be able to live this down? She hadn’t shot Stephanos, but clearly someone wanted everyone to think she had. Her career might never survive.
She had won, but at what cost? All Dorothea could do now was try and find a way to prove her innocence. Or else her gold would mean nothing.
It was so great to be back on the circuit again, Dorothea thought, on the first day of the games. She stood proudly with her countrymen and women, watching the opening ceremony with awe. It was so nice to see all of her competitors again as well. They had taken a break the previous year during the pandemic and this felt a little bit like a redemption story for all of them. It was so wonderful to be able to compete again.
She had seen Stephanos arrive with the Americans and had given him a friendly wave. Although men and women didn’t always compete against each other, they did have fun when they did. Dorothea loved the challenge and thought that he was a good archer. He was a little goofy in her opinion, but that didn’t sway to any negative feelings. She just thought some of his mannerisms were interesting. Of course, she was sure that some of hers were as well. That seemed to be the case for most athletes. If they didn’t have some weird superstitions that they were following, then they likely were fastidious about some aspect of their character. After all, their sport was their world when they were competing at the Olympic level.
When it was finally their turn to compete, the two were working on team races, quickly moving through a course shooting arrows towards their targets as fast as possible. This part of the competition was always the most fun to Dorothea. It wasn’t just shooting her arrows into a still target, but involved a race, and skill to beat her competitors. They were all placed just so as to avoid any accidents. Of course, it was still archery and arrows weren’t without risk. But that was what they all signed up for.
When she was competing, Dorothea blocked out everything else. It never did her any good to listen to what was going on around her, even in a race. It was only important that she pressed on, doing her best. It was only when she got to the end of the course that she looked to the scoreboard. Seeing her name at the top of the scoreboard, she began jumping up and down in excitement. Gold was hers! She’d won!
It was only then she caught her coach’s eye. He was rapidly approaching, speaking in Greek.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Stephanos has been shot!” he replied, almost angerly.
“What?!” Dorothea claimed, utterly shocked. Who could have done such a thing? It had to be an accident, wasn’t it!?
“They’re saying you did it,” her coach continued, nearly causing Dorothea to drop her bow.
“Are they kidding? There have been cameras on me this whole time! If I shot him, wouldn’t they have witnessed it?”
“Apparently not,” he responded dryly. “I, of course, was watching you the entire time and believe you. When would you have time to shoot the stupid man, eh? You are busy competing! There is no time for games!”
Of course he was right. Dorothea would never do such a thing, but a glance at the screens told her a different story.
“Give me your phone,” she said hastily, wanting to check the news. Dread poured in as she scanned the headlines. Everyone was blaming her, but why? How would she ever be able to live this down? She hadn’t shot Stephanos, but clearly someone wanted everyone to think she had. Her career might never survive.
She had won, but at what cost? All Dorothea could do now was try and find a way to prove her innocence. Or else her gold would mean nothing.
