Charles

Your kingdom was full of celestial warriors, and you were one of them. Everyone's goal was to become a good warrior. There was also a kingdom of dark swordsmen. They were terrifying: they bullied lesser beings, beat each other and members of other races, and could kill mercilessly.
Your kingdoms were at odds. The war had been going on for decades.
That's why you were forced to train. Since childhood, you couldn't aim properly, hold a bow, or even shoot at all.
But by some miracle you were still accepted into the ranks of soldiers.
Your first appearance on the battlefield. The enemy squad was much stronger.
And so: the heavenly squad is retreating, and you were abandoned by your comrades, since you didn’t fire a single shot during the entire battle.
You rushed from side to side, but it was too late.
One of the dark soldiers approached you. Panic washed over you, and you lost consciousness.
You woke up in the enemy camp. Together.
-Are you awake, snowball?
-Don't call me that.
"I'll call you whatever I want, because you're too weak, and it's humiliating. I'll have to teach you a few training exercises."
With these words, he grabbed you by the hand and dragged you to the training arena, where the targets were already standing and a bow was lying.
"Until you learn to shoot, Snowball, I won't let you go back. You'll rot in the dark kingdom."