Little-Blue

Isolated from her surrounding, Danica is quietly seated on a higher ground. The gentle air blowing past her makes this environment a very comfortable place to be.

"That is not the right way to do it," Ambrose walked behind her.

"Go away," says Danica in reply; "I'm busy," she added.

"I can see that,"

"Then why are you still here?"

"To help you, of course," says Ambrose.

"I don't need your help,"

"Wrong," Ambrose sat beside her.

"Why are you so interested in Magic now?" he asked.

"Cause I don't want to end up like mom," says Danica.

"I don't understand,"

"Forget it," Danica said. She is not willing to say any more than that.

"What is it? Come on, tell me!" Ambrose insisted.

"Don't disturb me, go ask mom yourself," she blurted.

"Did I piss you off?"

"No!... now leave, you're annoying," Danica said.

"Alright." Ambrose stood on his feet.

"But just so know, you will not get any stronger if this is all you do." Those were his final words before taking his leave.

"Tch, what does he know?" she mumbles.

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"Where is your son?! bring him out here now!" one mother roared.

Right outside Blythe's home, there are several women with steaming faces. They all brought their kids with them, the same ones Ambrose had beaten to a pulp.

Fortunately, none of them had their face altered or reshaped... That would be quite hilarious.

"Please, take it easy. What is going on?" Blythe asked. She is anxious at this point.

"See what your stupid son did to my child!! I will not let this slide," complained another mom.

"My son isn't like that. He would never hurt a soul," Blythe tried defending her innocent young child.

"Safe us the act! I demand to see your rascal son right now," they demanded.

Already noticing the chaos from afar, Ambrose came closer to his home. His presence sends shivers running down the spine of the boys.

"Ambrose, do you know these boys?"

"Nope, never seen them before," Ambrose replied. His expression remained neutral.

"Is this the kid?"

They could not bring themselves to acknowledge that a fragile young boy is capable of such a feat.

"Yes, this is my son," says Blythe.

"Complete bogus. Do you think we are fools? Where is your other son?"

"I have no other son," Blythe said as politely as possible.

Ambrose gave the boys an icy stare, making them tremble even more. They took his glare as a warning, telling them to take their mom and get the f*ck out of here or he would give them a second knockdown (one they are not soon to forget).

"Mom, I told you, we tripped,"

"All four of you at the same time?"

"Yeah... we were unfortunate," says one kid.

"My little son can't take on older boys like them. Please let us be," Blythe said. Her words, though spoken calmly, annoyed one of the mothers.

"How dare you try to deceive us?!"

She walked closer to Blythe, angry to the max.

However, right when she was a few meters away, she stopped on her track. Fear enveloped her, and this was evident.

"I'm sorry, I'll never step a foot in your domain," she said and ran off with her child, leaving the others in a daze.

"Why are you still here?" says Ambrose, speaking to the other folks who haven't taken their leave yet.

"We should go. I do not know what made her go crazy, but I'll like to avoid the same outcome," and without a word, they all left.

Blythe breathes a sigh of relief. She still had her suspicion of what her son might have done. Did he beat up those boys? Is that even possible?

"Do you know them?" she asked.

"Yes, I do... sort of,"

"So you lied,"

"Yeah," says Ambrose. He nonchalantly admitted this.

"Did you do it?" Blythe still wasn't certain of Ambrose's capacity. He's just four years of age.

"Do what?"

"Don't play dumb,"

"sigh, fine," Ambrose shrugged, "I did beat them up... but in my defense, they came after me first."

"You should learn to avoid conflict," said Blythe.

"And if I can't?"

"You won't be in that kind of situation,"

"And what if I find myself in that kind of situation?"

"Stop making this hard on me, Ambrose," Blythe complained, "Please, I do not want to be the center of attention."

"Ok, I get it... I will flee next time,"

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Like Danica, Ambrose began putting more effort into his studies. To get better control over his aptitude as an element bender, endless practice proves to be the only way to go about it.

From Blythe's study, Ambrose might unlock multiple aptitudes. That could be the only reason he could display magical skill a little too early.

Soon, young Ambrose would one day venture out of the city of Skyrock. That's just who he is; Never settling. Thus, he needs to be ready and strong enough to adapt to wherever he will find himself in the future.

For now, he has met no one who can threaten him... well, maybe except Dexter, but Ambrose knows there will be more problematic individuals, ones he is yet to encounter.

The little blue creature living in Ackley's household has traces of spirit energy circulating its entire body... a magical creature indeed. However, its body structure isn't built for battle, but it is not useless either, so try not to underestimate it.

After a long period of endless pondering on what to name our tiny friend, Ambrose finally came up with an evil name called; Blue Devil. This was instantly rejected by the rest of the family.

"We are not calling it that," said Blythe; "Think of something better,"

"Why not call it a Squirrel? it's that simple," says Ambrose.

"You can't just call it a Squirrel," Danica said.

"But it is a Squirrel,"

"It is not just a squirrel, this is a magical creature,"

"Which doesn't change the fact that it is a Squirrel," says Ambrose with a facial expression that says; "Duh,"

"How about Blue Beetle?" Blythe commented.

"That's a name for an actual Beetle," says Danica.

"Blue Squirrel sounds better,"

"That's lame, Ambrose," says Danica.

"And Blue Beetle isn't?" Ambrose shrugged.

"What about Little-Blue? that sounds like a good name, considering the structure of this creature," Blythe said with a smile.

"That's... not a bad name," says Danica in agreement.

"Ok, so it's decided, Little-Blue is its official name,"

Finally, this problematic discussion has ended...