Thread:AzlieTheDragon/@comment-37000721-20180927125738/@comment-37000721-20180927125904

~Training~

Chronos parried the blow with her sword her father swung at her. She swiftly pushed it away with her own thin blade and made her way to her father. He continued to slash and poke at her, but Chronos nimbly and easily dodged the blows. She jumped into the air, did a mid-air backflip, and pointed her sword at her father’s throat.

“You win!” her father said. Chronos lowered her fencing sword slowly, ready if her father attempted to attack her again. “You’re getting good.” He said. “Now, time to try your magic.”

Chronos set down her sword. She flashed her hands in intricate runes, the ones on her pocketwatch beginning to glow. What appeared to be a blue-green circle appeared under her father, and when Chronos flashed an outstretched palm into the air, the circle became a fire-red. Her father crossed his arms, creating a forcefield from the blow. Chronos continued to attack, using different tactics, landing blow after blow, and blocking or redirecting the ones her father sent at her. Finally, he surrendered.

“You’re getting good at that, too.” Her father said. Chronos gave him her sideways smile.

“It’s in my nature.” She said simply. She was (however old Time is) years old, and she was the best fighter and spellcaster in the town, except for Time. Time had actually disappeared a while back, so now she was the best. But she still sometimes wondered what happened to him, and his family. She asked about it at dinner that night.

“We don’t really know.” Her mother admitted. Then she glanced at Chronos’s father. “Chronos, there’s something we haven’t told you, for a long time, and we think it might be good to do it now.” Chronos cocked her head, the eye that was partially covered by her black hair showing completely.

“You’re adopted.” Her father said.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua",serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">~Adopted~

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua",serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">“What do you mean I’m adopted?” Chronos said. “I’ve lived here my whole life!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua",serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">“Most of it.” her mother corrected. “Your birth parents are dead.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua",serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">“And have a twin brother.” Her father added.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua",serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">“Who?” Chronos asked. “Is he alive? Where is he?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua",serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">“His name is Time.” Her father said.