Chapter 112

Two years had passed since the birth of their first child, and Darren found himself in the open fields with his young son. The little boy's name was Ethan, a name that held a special meaning to Darren and Lucy. It was a sunny day, with a gentle breeze rustling through the trees, as father and son embarked on a special lesson.

Darren stood tall, his strong presence emanating confidence and love. He held a bow and arrow in his hands, patiently teaching Ethan the art of archery. With each step, Darren explained the importance of focus, discipline, and respect for the weapon they held.

Ethan, his eyes filled with curiosity and excitement, eagerly listened to his father's guidance. He held a small bow, specially crafted for his size, and a quiver filled with harmless arrows. Darren's voice was gentle yet firm, as he demonstrated the proper stance and technique to his young apprentice.

"Remember, Ethan," Darren said, his voice filled with pride, "archery is not just about hitting the target