《Legend’s Second Chance》[Legend’s Second Chance] - ∆Chapter Three∆

It took some time for the five of us to travel to the shooting range, but I was intrigued by it, so I did not mind. All five of the adults in the car were talking while I was sitting with perfect posture on the seat. I would not allow myself to become complacent.

As I stared out the windows I saw the trees passing at an alarming rate. Before this point in my life I had never seen the car contraption fly across the stones as fast as it did. It truly made me wonder where and when Id been reborn.

Eventually, after traveling a great distance, we reached a gate. Max, who was driving the car, stopped the car and rolled his window down. There was a little box on a pedestal next to the gate that Max interacted with for a time they called it a code. The gate slid open and the car rolled into the gun range.

When the car had stopped and my parents had extricated themselves excitedly, they had nearly forgotten to get me out. However, I would not let it be the case as I screamed curses in Greek. They let me out eventually, but not instantly.

As the glorious fresh air caught my breath, I noticed Max with a knife in his hand. He was cutting something that he handed to Helen. Helen walked over to me and stuffed the material in my ears. I was annoyed by their treatment of me, but would not show weakness by pulling it out.

Sarah held me in her arms while the other three adults grabbed little stubby things that seemed to serve no purpose. The four adults walked over to one of the ranges for pistols and set me down on a bench.

”None of the safety glasses fit, but he will be fine. ”

They all agreed readily with Max who had spoken. As I sat with my arms crossed on the bench, I heard a monstrous noise. It sounded like the clashes of so many swords condensed into a single jarring sound. After the sound, smoke drifted from the barrel of the gun in my fathers hand. It smelt more pungent than any smoke I had ever encountered. I coughed and closed my eyes.

Sarah turned around and stuck her tongue out at me.

”You deserved that you brat. ”

”Hey Sayrah, you
e pretty fat. ”

Words are weapons and I needed something that wasn a physical attack unfortunately.

She smirked and turned around.

He fired again, and this time I was not surprised by anything, but instead paid attention to everything. As Max pressed down on a trigger mechanism, fire and smoke exited the chamber from the end. Though the sound was loud, I had ear protection. I saw a target get knocked over. Though I did understand how the mechanism worked, I was extremely pleased to find that my parents were not pacifists.

They at least practiced with instruments of war. I sat back satisfied on my bench watching the targets and gauging which of the adults had the best accuracy. Max seemed to hit his targets pretty consistently, while the others did not. My estimation of my father grew a little more that day.


The days from that point were filled with me exercising daily, truly to a science. However, time flew and I grew ever stronger.

When I was three, my parents dropped me off at preschool for the first time. I stared at the car that was departing and the unfamiliar people who led me away.

I had learned to speak excellently from my parents over the past two years. Accordingly, I had learned extremely fast how to read when I had been given a book about war. Therefore, my parents had told me all about the pre-school before they had dropped me off, but I still found it burdensome.

I had turned three a week ago and on that day my family let me fire a twenty-two a few times. They told me that it was their plinking gun they used for squirrels. Basica