It's May 14th. Wonder's birthday.
His parents have gone all out with the celebration, throwing a massive party and inviting practically everyone they knew, it seems. They even went as far as to get professional catering. Later, they'll hold all the expenses over Wonder's head the next time they're trying to get him to behave.
Wonder doesn't care about that. He doesn't care about all the boring adults who come to see him. All he cares about, in this moment at least, is beating Chiffon.
Right now, they're preparing to duel, large sharp sticks in hand.
Chiffon had recently been enrolled in some advanced sword fighting course designed to ease children into weapon use. It's being held at the Academy every Tuesday and Thursday. Apparently, it's extremely expensive and openings are frustratingly hard to come by. Their mother is adamant that Chiffon attend, oh, and take it seriously.
Chiffon's been talking about it non-stop. She's told Wonder all about how fun it is to hit the practice dummies with sticks. They're not allowed to hit real life people yet, but surely that might be fun too.
Which is why they're doing what they're doing.
Chiffon decides to please their mother by practicing without having to be told to. Only, instead of the practice dummy set up in the basement, Wonder is taking part, armed with a stick of his own.
And with no adults supervising them, it's the perfect time.
Chiffon stands in the correct position she's been taught and tells Wonder to do the same. Then she lines herself up, takes a deep breath, and charges. Her stick is at the ready.
The fight only lasts five seconds. Wonder doesn't even get the chance to raise his own stick.
Half an hour later, Wonder is still bawling his eyes out as the doctor begins to stitch the wound on his face closed. His father comforts him while his mother screams at Chiffon in the waiting room.
Another half hour later and Wonder emerges, no longer crying and with three lollipops in his chubby hand (he'd asked for two extra, since it was his birthday). In fact, he's smiling.
Once the wound healed, all that remained of the incident was a pink scar running across the bridge of his nose. Oh, and a funny story to tell anyone who asked him about it.