So I've truly become the Little Warrior

"7...8...9.....10". Isaac pants out of breath and collapses as he finishes the last push up of his mourning training routine. Isaac has grown to 3 years old today, and not only does this mark his 3rd birthday, it also marks his 3 year anniversary in this new world. Isaac realized with his time being taken around the town of Elkria at times with his mother, that it wasn't as peaceful and safe as he expected. One of these dangers he has noticed is the length his mother will go to avoid these two shady looking men with daggers on their hips and breath that anybody could tell would be the breath of someone who drinks alcohol regularly. My mother would hide behind buildings, take the long way around areas, and even go back home on days where these men would show up. Another dangers comes in the form of the magical beasts .

One day almost 5 months ago, two wolves appeared in the outskirts of the village, and terrified all the villagers into their homes. I caught a glimpse of these two wolves as my mother was running and carrying me back to the bakery that we live in. These wolves weren't any wolves by normal standards to me at least, they were almost twice as big as the normal adult male, had blood red eyes, and sharp claws and fangs that look like it could tear into anything. The weirdest part about these wolves though wasn't these features though, it was the red fur on its body, and the hints of embers coming off it. Though the embers didn't look particularly strong from far away, the thought of wolves able to produce flames shocked me greatly.

Back to the present, Isaac walks towards the fridge with a towel wrapped around his small neck and head. He grabs a bucket filled with water he had been carrying earlier and pours the water into a glass cup and then drinks it. "I should start upping the training a bit, I feel like my progress isn't as great as I would like". Isaac thinks to himself.

Isabella walks through the kitchen door and looks at Isaac who is sweaty and drinking water and chuckles slightly at his serious yet childish look on his face. "You don't even give yourself a break on your own birthday little warrior?". She berates him with a grin on her face.

"No Mom, I have to be able to beat the bad guys!", Isaac replies with childlike innocence to cover up his desire of strength and maintain his childish nature due to his age.

Isabella flicks Isaac on the nose and then proceeds to wag her finger. "You should be trying to make friends at your age, not training".

Isaac rubs his now sore nose then replies with a sour tone, "Yes mom" .

"Good, now freshen up so you can be ready for your birthday party in an hour".

"Birthday party? Since when am I having a birthday party mom". Isaac asks in confusion while following behind his mother to the bathroom.

Isabella stops walking and turns around and says, ever since I saw you start training and not make friends, I've decided to throw you a birthday party and invited the parents and children of some of the people of the village to celebrate your birthday in the bakery.

Isaac stops and begins to tear up a little bit. "You didn't have to mom, I would have been fine with just you and me like any other time". Isaac feels guilty for have made his mother worry about him.

Isabella walks up and hugs Isaac's entire small body. "It's okay my little warrior, you didn't do anything wrong, if you want to train, then I will understand, just make sure you do things that kids your age should do too, like having crushes on pretty girls". Isabella smirks and laughs as she says the last part.

"MOM!" Isaac shouts and gets slightly red in the face.

Isabella keeps laughing, "I'm only joking, now go on and clean up, I'll see you in an hour".

While Isaac washes himself in a large bucket because he can't reach the actual shower knobs, a fly comes past. Isaac claps his hands on the fly then washes off his hand of the small guts of the fly. After killing the fly, Isaac ponders in his mind, "So I've truly become the little warrior...".