3 Chapter 3: Progression in Life

At four months, I spoke my first words, "I'm hungry." After I said those words it was really easy to say simple sentences like those. It was also a lot more efficient, instead of having Simon guess what I want.

At eight months, I learned how to walk short distances. I think it's mostly because I know how it feels to walk and I don't have to relearn how to do it all the way.

At the age of one year, I was able to walk and run. This was extremely easy, especially since walk was easy. I also learned how to jump and all that too.

At one year and six months, I was able to speak fluently. Same thing, it's because I already knew how to do it from before, so it's really easy now.

At one year and nine months, I was able to find my own food. I got tired of waiting around for Simon to get back just so I can eat, I found the pantry with all the snacks in it. Happiest day for me, not so much for Simon.

At two years, I went on my first fishing trip with Simon and caught my first fish, a minnow. After an hour of just sitting there doing nothing but waiting was probably the hardest thing I've done. I was happy that I finally caught a fish, but sad that it was only a minnow.

At two years and five months, Simon started to teach me how to do archery and swordsmanship. They were both really difficult and exciting to learn. I think swordsmanship was more difficult from the two.

At three years, I went on my first hunting trip with Simon. After I learned the basic principles of archery, Simon took me on a hunting expedition. We saw many things, but in the end Simon was only able to get a rabbit. We went a couple more times after that, but I never got to use my bow.

At three years and ten months, I killed my first animal, a deer. My first kill was completely by accident. I was in the back yard practicing my archery, then I heard a snap. It surprised me and I missed my practice target. Which resulted in my arrow going past it and somehow hits a deer that was blended in with the trees. I told Simon what had happen and he laughed saying, "A kill is a kill."

At four years and three months, I started to help clean the mess that's been sitting here for years. I also learned how to cook simple meals. The mess in the house has reduced a little, but neither Simon nor myself, has actually tried to clean it all.

At four years and six months, Simon taught me how to fight, in case I were to ever get in a fight. I learned a bunch of different martial arts that I can't remember the name to, actually it was really just a combination of two or three.

At five years, Simon taught me how to set up all sorts of traps. We also finally cleaned the house. The traps started as mouse traps, because it turns out that our home was infested with a bunch of mice. We cleaned the house all the way because we wanted all the mice out.

At five years and eight months, Simon welcomed me into his large library that I somehow had no idea we had. As it turns out, there is basement in our house, which is only accessible on the second floor. The staircase that leads to the basement library is hidden behind a bookshelf in Simon's room.

At six years and two months, I learned some of this world's history. The library has so many books and I needed to know what kind of world this is, so I decided to read a bit about the world's history.

At seven years, I learned about magic, but when I asked Simon to teach me, he refused and wouldn't give me a real reason. I really want to know the reason why he refuses but he always says, "I don't know anything about magic" or "It's something that you don't need to bother yourself with". Which only makes me more curious about magic.

At nine years, I learned that there are more races than just human. There are dwarves, elves, orcs, demi-humans, beastman, and many others. I also learned the elvish language. I learned elvish, because if anyone doesn't know the common language, they should at least know elvish.

At ten years, I learned what happened to my parents and what killed them, even though I remember it clearly. The talk went something like this:

[Simon: I am not your real parent.]

[MC: I know.]

[Simon: How do you know?]

[MC: I just know.]

[Simon: Okay, but do you want to know what happened to your real parents.]

[MC: Sure.]

[Simon: They died in a accident and were eaten by some kind of animal.]

[MC: What kind of animal?]

[Simon: I don't know. It was just some kind of animal.]

[MC: Oh, okay.]

And that was basically the entire conversation. It was short and simple, and I didn't have many questions since I remember what happened.

Now I am eleven years and nine months old. Three months before my twelfth birthday. Three months before the fated day. Three months until everything went horribly wrong. Three months until my worst mistake. Three months until my greatest regret. Three more months.

Just three more months.