Art

"Mom where are we?" asked the little boy holding his mom's hands.

"We have been walking for a while now, aren't we there yet? I'm getting tired." the little boy continued with his dissatisfaction, he was really getting tired from all the walking they have been doing.

"Guess where we're going." The mom spoke to him, telling him to guess.

"Aww I don't wanna, I just wanna go back home and play with my toys." the little boy disagreed as he just wanted to go back home and play.

She smacked the back of his head, clearly mad about her son's actions, she expected her son to be a little more mature, she scratched the back of her head, thinking 'When did I go wrong.. sigh..' sighing she just kept quiet and wanted to just get to their destination as fast as they could to avoid her son's begging. Leaving little baby Louc crying and pouting because his mom smacked him.

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30 minutes later

Finally they arrived at the destination that his mom brought him to. It was a huge field, trees full of red marks, the marks were tiny almost as if you won't even be able to see the marks if you don't look close enough, there were bows and arrows at the side of the field laying there, Louc curious as to why his mom brought her here asked her.

"Mom why are we here? And why are there red marks on the trees?" Marcie heard her son but instead of answering his question she ignored him and went to pick up a bow and quiver.

Standing completely still almost as if she was a statue. She readied her stance, relaxed her breathing, removed the unnecessary stuff on her mind, and held her bow, she pulled out an arrow placed it on the strings, and pulled.. She kept pulling and pulling until finally she let go.

Louc who was watching at the side, fascinated by how her mom moved, the delicacy. For a second he felt bloodlust but it was quickly replaced with "art" it looked beautiful, the way she was holding the bow, the way she stanced herself, the way she pulled out the arrow from the quiver, it was amazing.

*Whoosh* The sound of the arrow was heard, it was heading in a straight path almost as if there was something guiding it, it looked like a hawk stalking it's prey from above, and finally when it's done, it flew down towards it's prey accurately snatching it, no wasted movements, just the prey infront of it was in its mind.

*Thud* A loud sound was heard across the field, Louc took a look at the arrow from afar, looking at it he saw it pierced into the tree accurately hitting the red mark, he felt a bit scared but he replaced that thought with awe and admiration, it was beautiful.

Still shivering from the art that her mom showed him, he took a glance at her and ran to her jumping up her arms in amazement.

"Mom! Mom! How did you do that? Teach mee!!" Louc kept going and going meanwhile his mom Marcie, was in deep thought she was admiring her son's cuteness he was too cute for her heart to hold on.

"Alright alright I'll teach you, but you have to promise me one thing and it is to never hesitate not even one second." it was a simple promise but a deep one.

Louc not understanding what his mom meant, just nodded and quickly went to get his little bow, he wanted to start quickly, he wanted to replicate the same thing his mom did.

Picking up his bow he noticed something, it was heavy, very heavy. "Mom why is it so heavy! I can't even lift it up! " getting frustrated he just kept on trying to lift it up, his mom on the side was chuckling a little bit, she was satisfied with Louc's frustration, because finally someone knows the frustration she had when he was teaching her.

Finally Louc picked it up, wobbling a little bit, he shouted from afar, "Mom! What do I do next!"

"You have to first go into a comfortable stance,steady your breathing then once it's steady, put in an arrow on the string pull it, then let go!" She shouted her instructions afar, it was simple but difficult.

'Alright, go into my stance.' he started to try and find a comfortable stance that fits him, he positioned his feet everywhere, his arms, his head. Even if he was a kid, he was smart, his the type that doesn't have motivation unless something spikes his mind, it will be hard to make him stop once he already sets his mind onto it.

After 2 hours it was still afternoon, Marcie was at the side sitting on a chair drinking tea while watching her son.

Louc finally got the stance it was still not perfect but it was comfortable, he felt that this was the best and most comfortable stance that he had come up with in 2 hours, a long time but in his mind it was worth it if he could see the beautiful art that his mom did.

'1st step done.. Next step is to steady my breathing.." *inhale... * took a deep breath and *exhale...* let it out, making him feel much more relaxed than before, he continued doing this until he found a rhythm, he felt that with him breathing like this, he felt much more relaxed and more aware of his surroundings.

'Alright, now I need to put in the arrow." he pulled out an arrow from his quiver, and placed it on the strings, planting it with his fingers holding the strings. He then began to pull it.. Slowly but steady, slowly reaching to the point, his arms his legs, his whole body was tired, he was trying hard to pull it, then he reached the end point, it was perfect, the sound of leaves can be heard blowing by, the sound of trees making music. He felt that he could sleep if he just close his eyes but, he wants to see the art.

Reaching to a climax he let go.

*Whoosh* the arrow flew by heading to the red mark infront of him, he once again saw it, the same thing that his mom did, it was working, it was flying to the red mark, reaching the end the arrow suddenly curved, it curved to the left, not hitting the target completely missing its mark. "What?! What happened!? " Feeling defeated and frustrated he sat down on the floor, meanwhile Marcie at the side looking at Louc with awe in her face, she was amazed at how fast he learned with just a couple of tips from her, he actually managed to let it out. What's more on a straight line, there was one thing that Louc had, it was a weakness, he didn't have a proper build, or a proper body, making it extremely hard for him to even shoot it out, but if he could just get rid of that weakness, she knew that Louc would be amazing.

Louc sat down on the grass was looking at the forest of trees with red marks, he was imagining and dreaming about things, but after he envisioned the things on his mind, he felt sleepy, it was because of him holding the heavy bow that exhausted his body, he dozed off little by little and finally fell asleep.

"hehe.. That's my boy." Marcie said and now picked up Louc and returned to their home, tucking in Louc on his bed and finally sleeping.