Chris's Adventures
(I have decided in all honesty to make Chris's part rather small and just stick to a single chapter. This isn't because he is less significant but because this story has taken so long to create and also because there is so much to tell about these three siblings that I might have to just sum it up in some cases. So without further or due, here is another installment of the Perfect Trio. Note: there may be a little connection to the Legend Begins in this one as well.)
Oct. 10, 1996. Chris spent the past half a year trying to perfect his moves with his Sensei. They travelled to China and spent most of their time trying to teach him martial arts, how to be patient, and just how to harness his strengths and perfect his weaknesses. Yet every chance Chris had to prove himself, he ultimately failed. He wasn't in any way like Mike at all. He had no chance of being anything like Victor either simply because he was the last to be born and was still just a little guy compared to his seven and four year older brothers. Sometimes he even contemplated giving up and just calling it quits. Yet his Sensei never stopped and kept telling him to try harder next time. Even though it took two to three months and they still made little progress, and Chris beginning to lose his confidence, his Sensei never stopped believing in the little guy.
Then the day came when they headed back to Canada while making a pit stop in the North West Territories. Chris began to carve his name in a patch of ice in Yellowknife, of the Northwest Territory (NWT for short). As he did, his sensei told him to come and break a large block of wood he had in his hands. Chris ran for the block quickly and assuredly. He ran and ran and then smack. It didn't break and because of Chris's impatience he jumped up and down to try and relieve himself of the pain. "You must learn to harness your strength boy!", his sensei said. "I can't do it Sensei. Let's face it, I can't do martial arts. I've been doing the same move for three months and I haven't even broken once block." His Sensei waved his hand in the air which usually meant 'nonsense'. "A warrior takes pride in his patience and his ability to learn from mistakes. You have yet to realize your mistake." Chris then ran for the block of wood his Sensei held out and he kept trying again and again until the sun began to set. "It is getting late. We should head back to camp and we'll pick this up where we left off in the morning.", the Sensei said.
Later that night, they ate some grilled fish and ate seal as well (since up north there is an extreme delight in hunting seal as is the same for Newfoundland (Newfoundland's excuse instead of cold weather is just poor economics unfortunately.)) Chris then asked, "Sensei, how can you be so sure I can do this?" "How does one become a hero my boy? They have to work very hard. No one is born perfect." It became quiet and then Chris's Sensei then said, "How about if I tell you about the story of the first hero or rather heroes?" Chris nodded to this. Usually when Chris would sit inside their warm igloo, Sensei would always tell the greatest stories. Being born in a small village outside of Beijing he had heard of many great legends and folklore from Chinese traditions. He even heard of some European fairytales as well. He then began his story in a time long ago, before man journeyed out of Africa. (this next part may give away a little about the Legend Begins, but hey they're all connected so no big deal.)
A lone man known as the Thunder strike wielded a giant spear for the survival of his people and chased after a group of men on horses that smelt of death across the continent to what is present day Egypt. He fought many ruthsome birds that existed there and was assisted by two people in pre-medieval knight armour fought a sabretooth cat and rescued his love from a man who claimed himself to be a king. "They were probably really strong then?" "Yes they were. But not always. From all the legends I have heard, these two lone soldiers were a man and a woman. They also had forged new weapons of their own through their own emotions and had to learn how to use them in combat. It was never easy for them. The male knight at one point nearly gave up in his fight against a sinister evil that once existed and threatened to consume us all. Yet the female being in trouble as she was convinced him to go into action and defeat this terrible threat."
Chris then fell asleep as the Sensei watched over him and said silently, "rest my child. Soon you will have to prove yourself and you will need all the energy you can muster." The next day came and soon enough, Chris and Sensei were doing their morning laps, workouts, and Chris even took a whack at bashing the wooden block again. Yet there was still no luck. Instead though, a giant Polar bear being about twelve to sixteen feet high ran down Sensei and threatened to kill him. Sensei said choking from the bear's massive weight, "Run Chris. You must save yourself." Chris then said, "Not on your life man. I'm not leaving you. Get off of him you big lug!" Chris threw a stone at the bear and soon enough it turned its sights on the small fry of a boy standing on a foot and half compared to this monster. Chris at first tried to take the bear himself with his own two hands, but the bear slashed him away with his left paw scratching up his face. Chris then remembered what his Sensei said before he ran in again. He slightly had tears in his eyes being a small child that he was and from the cuts he got they were bad. Yet he still ran in with patience and as the bear lifted its stomach in the air, Chris aimed for it and blew it away on its back. The giant then ran away with its tail between its legs and Sensei then clapped as he said getting up, "Very good little one. You have proved yourself finally. We can now go home to Edmonton."
It wouldn't be long now. They took a decent flight they could back to Edmonton and they later on met up with Chris's new foster parents who would take him in of course to be their little bundle of joy. Before Chris said goodbye to his Sensei, he said, "Remember Chris. It never matters what the choice is to be made in life. What matters is that the decision made will utterly affect the people around you, whether it is good or bad." Chris nodded and then said his goodbyes to his Sensei. This was the last time he would see that man he saw as a second father to him. Seeing Sensei leave made him want to imagine what his father looked like and what he would look like when he grew up. Only thing Chris knew for sure was that soon enough he would see Victor and Mike again.
(A good ending to short chapter, if I say so myself. Obviously the Legend Begins has been mentioned a lot so you guys might know what to expect from this story. If not, then it might take you guys a little longer to see where I'm going with this. Other than that, from here on out, I'll be making a monologue kind of chapter about each main character and a couple (maybe three if I can) sagas about each character and their individual adventures. I'll also try to keep it in the right time frame as well since this is the beginning of their long lives up to creating and using the MVC around the universe. More to come stay tuned.)
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