Bloody Curse | Book Two of Blood Trilogy

Chapter 3

Asher 

He groaned in frustration and threw the imitation sword on the ground. I huffed and shook my head in disappointment at my son's temper. He refused to think that he was great at sword fighting. He refused to think that he was good enough at anything. 

I walked up to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. He sniffled and turned to hug me around the waist. I sighed and kneeled down to his eye level. "What's wrong, Zayden?" I asked, although I already knew his answer. He wiped a lone tear at the corner of his lips. The identical lips that he inherited from me. 

"I will never be good at this." He mumbled and looked down at the tips of his shoes. I brought him in for another hug. 

"There is no such thing. You are better than I was at your age, son." Those words seemed to have an affect as he smiled slightly and shuffled on the grass. 

"But Aidan is so great at battling. He knows exactly what to do." He kept his gaze down as if he was ashamed. I lifted his head with the touch of my finger under his chin. "H-he will always be better." A tear slid from his big gray eyes. I sighed in defeat. There was no other time would I ever replace my special boy standing in front of me. 

"Aidan had a lot of practice as well. There is no good or bad. You just have to believe then you will succeed." I smiled reassuringly and placed a kiss on his forehead. He nodded before I stood and held my hand out for him to grab. 

We walked back to the majority of the crowd and I saw Aidan swinging left and right at Caleb. Zayden and I watched in awe as he moved with amazing agility and endurance. He did not seem to grow tired as the battle grew longer. 

I picked Zayden's sword up and urged him to take it by the hilt. I smiled with a firm nod to initiate the sword fight between us. He took a deep breath and lunged at me with a perfect stance and strike. "Just think of something you do not like and imagine me as that thing." He paused on his feet and pondered into the sky for a while before nodding slowly. 

I chuckled at his cuteness. If only I could know what was going on in that little mind of his. Perhaps he would tell me what he thought of. 

Swing after swing Zayden appeared to be angrier the more I blocked his blows. His face was gradually growing red and I was worried on what must have been running through his mind. I threw my sword on the grass, beside me in surrender, just in time for him to swipe the wooden sword at my hip. He gasped after a grunt escaped my mouth, and ran to apologize for his action. I smiled at him and wrapped my arms around him. 

Whatever anger he carried, he was still my sweet sweet Zayden. 

A/N: Hello again, lovelies!

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