The Guardians: Part 5

"What did you do?" Dogwood bombarded me with questions.
It was Dogwood's first day in training, too. Even so, we both knew we had to do something major to be sent to Elm on our first day.
"That's none of your business," Fir shot back. "Anyway, you'll find out at dinner tonight."
Dogwood gave a disgruntled sigh as the camp's archery director, Hawthorn, called him back to the range. I gave him an I'll-explain-later look, and he reluctantly jogged back to his schedule. Fir continued to drag me along, up to the Pavillion. The Pavillion was where we kept all of our battle armor.
"Find what fits," she grunted, heaving on a breastplate. "And make sure it's good. You'll be pushed."
I gazed around at the variety of metal in front of me. As I poked through, I managed to get a nice set, all but a sword.
"Forget the sword," Fir interrupted my thoughts, as if reading my mind. "You need a bow and arrow."
She thought for a second, and pulled a hairclip out of her pocket.
"Here. Say hello to Darkwing."

This is becoming a terrific story! I do have a question though, is the hair clip named Darkwing? Or is it something totally different and the hair clip was just something fun to add in? Also, are you leaving a hanging point for me to dread until another post just for the fun of it? I like it, don't stop.

Uh, is Hawthorn a kind of tree? I'll trust you that it is. Does the hairclip have like, speacil powers or whatever? That would be SO cool. You are so awesome at this. Keep writing! I need more, more! *smile* Please.