Agnes Rock

twelve year old boy. All were happy, well except one person. Mary! She was glad Agnes didn’t get eaten by the Wolf but Agnes would start questioning himself. She couldn’t stop being b

ter you are not a man..yet.” Mary declined. Agnes folded his arms and pouted. “I don’t like it.” Anapheus laughed. “Son you have to leave it like that. She won’t change that. You have to live with that.” Agnes stood up and went to his room. Anapheus laughed at his childish behavior so hard that he fell on the floor but soon silenced as Mary glared at him. “Do you really have to do this?” Mary asked with worry evident in her eyes. “I have to Mary. The child need some training and besides he is born a warrior.” Anapheus replied. “Now how will you know that?” Mary crossed her arms over her chest, fake glaring at Anapheus hoping to change his mind. Anapheus being a former warrior wants to train his children some skills so they can defend themselves. He knew Agnes has the blood of a warrior in him. His posture and everything says it all. So Anapheus decided to start with the training once he clocks eighteen. “I know so. Babe you know I was once a warrior. I know a skilled lad when I see one and Agnes is a greater skilled lad.” “Ok.” Mary threw her hands in the air showing surrender, “Since you are so adamant about this. I want to tell you to take it easy on him. I wouldn’t want him hurt, if not..” Mary looked around the house before she curse, “I’ll fucking kick your dirty ass off the bed. And you will sleep on the floor for a month. Try me and see.” Mary threatened. Anapheus gulped nervously. “Cmon babe if I go easy on him the enemies won’t do that. But I’ll try to go as easy as I can with giving him the