When I woke up, I was filled with a new passion, a need, a hunger to start training, to begin on the path to greatness. But I couldn't just stop helping Mr. Garth, so as I walked out of our sleeping tent and over to his forge that morning, one of the only permanent structures, I called out to him, "Excuse me, Mr. Garth, I have a question?"

"Yeah, what's up, kiddo?" said the man, walking in from a side room. He stood around 7'6, quite tall for a male; he had amber skin, a dark chestnut coat (The fur on the equine half of a centaur), blueish-grey eyes, and short dark brown hair; he was also quite a bit more muscular than the average male.

“So, what can I do for you?” he asked, a hint of warmth in his voice. I took a moment before replying. "Well," I began, "I was wondering if, instead of coming in the morning to help you, I could come in the evening?"

His brows furrowed slightly as he considered my request. After a moment, he replied, “Mmm, I don’t see why not. Just make sure you arrive an hour or two before sundown. That way, you’ll still have a few hours to work in the forge before it gets too late.”

A friendly smile crept across his face, and he added, “I don’t want to be stuck here all night, you know.” His light-hearted tone made me smile. "Thanks, Mr. Garth!" I said as I spun and ran out the door, "Wa-." he tried, but I didn't hear the rest. I was too excited; as I galloped toward the jungle, my mind was already racing through the information burned into my head by the weird dream.

To avoid lasting damage to my hands, I had to start slow and work my way up. To start, I would plunge my hands into a sack full of sand, this would toughen up my skin.

Once I could do this with no issue, I could move up to lightly hitting a tree; this would start to strengthen the bone. Once I could do this with my full strength with no issue, I could move up and finish with a pit of gravel.

This would greatly strengthen the bone to the point I could break stone. But I also knew from the dream that this could take years, but I knew this was the road I wanted to walk.

After about a month of training, I still hadn't seen any change in my hands beyond pain, but I knew it was to be expected; it would take months, maybe even years, for real change to begin. As I was walking over to Mr. Garth's forge that evening, I noticed that I was getting some strange looks from the other centaurs my age.

"Mr. Garth, I'm here," I called. "Alright, come here and help me move this pile of ingots," he said from the corner of the forge. As I walked over, I asked, "Hey, Mr. Garth, the others were looking at me weirdly on my way over. Do you know why?" "Well, probably because you've stopped playing with them, and every night when you walk over here, your hands are dripping blood," he said flatly.

"Oh, well... That's... Ok, fine, I see your point, but maybe they need to stop playing so much and start trying to get stronger like me." I replied, frustrated.

*Sigh* "Or maybe you need to tone it down a little, your still a kid, one who's absurdly large and strong for your age but a kid none the less, plus your starting to put on quite a bit of muscle, I don't know what your doing to train but if your working half as hard as you do here then the other kids are probably intimated by you." Mr. Garth responded with an exasperated sigh

"That sounds like a them problem, plus I'm starting to enjoy my training, and I'm not going to stop, so if their intimated by me, they can either start training and try to catch up, or not and be left behind. I say with slight irritation in my voice.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave it alone, but I'll say this: if that's how you think, then you're probably not going to have many friends. Now, let's get to work.

As I got home and walked in, the smell hit me immediately, stew, creamy beef & potato stew, *inhales* "Clyde, you beautiful, beautiful man." I say breathing deeply with my eyes closed. "HAHAHA, I TOLD YOU! I told you her mind would melt when she got home." Clyde hollered

*sigh* "Fine, yes, you were right, Clyde, I just thought that my daughter would have more restraint." Alva said, shaking her head.

"Hush, when will it be done?" I asked Clyde, and he just burst out laughing again, "HAHAHA, Hush, she says, oh, it'll be done in half an hour, kiddo." 

"Is there anything I can have now? I'm starving." I asked both Ma and Clyde, "Well, I don't have anything else cooking, but Alva hasn't been milked yet, so she's plum full if you want milk." Clyde said after thinking for a moment.

My head immediately snapped over to Ma, her breasts full and engorged, nipples starting to leak. *Sigh* "Come here," she said, starting to  lay down, a stream of milk squirting out of her nipples from the movement, I was next to her before she was done.

Once she was comfortable she gestured at me to begin so I latched on and began to drink, thick, creamy milk flowed into my mouth, warm and rich. I admit, I may or may not have gotten lost in the delightful warmth, I only snapped out of it when milk stopped flowing, so I switched breasts and kept drinking.

Once I was done with that one, the stew was done so I had a few bowls before getting full, *sigh* I sighed with pleasure as I finished eating, "Thank you for the stew Clyde, it was very good" they just looked at me shaking their heads in exasperation. "I still don't understand how you eat so much, three full bowls of stew on top of a gallon of milk." Clyde said in disbelief

"I was hungry, but now I'm going to bed" I say as I get up and start walking over to my pile of pelts, the warm sloshing in my stomach making me tiered, as I lay down slowly drifting off to sleep a thought crosses my mind 'Hmm, I wonder how big I'll grow' and all goes dark.