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"They what?!"
"By the Holy Spirits! Blake, you're a monster!"
It was the morning of the next day when my parents gasped, almost choking on their morning coffee when we told them the news. Both Anna and Allan had reached Level 50, something that was probably an historical event. I did reach Level 50, but I am fairly sure it wasn't when I was six years of age. Probably around eight or nine.
"I'm sorry… Maybe I shouldn't have forced them to grow so strong so quickly." I apologized. "But am I really a monster?"
"I-I mean, I meant it in an exaggerated and good way, dear." My mother laughed with me. "You've done something incredible, and you two! You're now as strong as your dad, I think?"
"I don't know, we might have to spar some more then." My father smiled. "I want to see how strong they've grown."
