Lightning Strikes Twice

Chapter 6: One After The Other

Strong winds brush up against my hair and face as I hold my bow aiming an arrow at the target several feet infront of me.

"You're never gonna make the shot, not in these winds Martix!"

"Yeah, just pay up on the bet already!"

I glance at the other three kids who challenged me to a bet and are now trying to discourage me because they underestimated my skills. I take a deep breath and focus my hand on the arrow, then dart my eyes to the target as the strong winds continue to blow in our faces. I let go and the arrow rushes so fast to the target, it's whistling. The arrow pierces the target, it's a bullseye.

I turn my head to the others and smirk.

"Well boys, it's time to pay up!"

All three of them groan in unison as they're forced to reach into their pockets and hand me gold. They stomp off upset at their losses while a man very much taller than me walks up.

"Y'know that's cheating and I'd consider it so, if it wasn't such an ingenious technique kiddo."

"Hehehe, thanks Dad."

My Dad leans over a little as he playfully ruffles my hair.

My name is Martix Anemos, I'm six years old, I'm one of if not the best archer in this ultian village despite my age and I was born into a family of noble status. The village we live by is some ways away from Ultia's capital, capital in which incredibly huge holding several cities, wherein the biggest structure is my family's manor on the half an hour walk away hill.
The technique my father is talking about is me using my wind powers on my arrows as they fire, increasing speed and can change trajectory when I desire.

" I think it's about time we started heading home."

"Awww, alright."

Starting on the road to the manor my dad leans a little over to me getting my attention.

"I've been meaning to tell you, you know your incredibly great eye sight?"

"Yeah..?"

"Well there's a reason as to why it's so damn good."

"There is!?"

"Ah, ah, ah, keep it down. Yes there is and it's a family secret so I'd prefer it if you weren't so loud."

"Family secret... so other people in our famil-"

"When you say 'our' I want you to know you're referring to those of the bloodline us two share and us two alone."

"Just us..? Not-"

"Not your mother's family, nor your siblings."

I nod thinking to myself "Good." My mother and siblings don't like me and I don't like them either; I'm four and five years apart from my two other siblings making me the unexpected one or in their eyes, the mistake. It also doesn't help I don't bear any traits from my parents, almost all of my traits come from my grandfather on my dad's side, which according to my mother for the sake of the family's look and all that, isn't good for it.
Naturally all three treat me horribly.