RAISING LORD WAS NOT TOO MUCH OF A CHALLENGE. HE WAS A BRIGHT, TALENTED, AND IMAGINATIVE YOUNG BOY. HE WAS WELL BEHAVED BOTH AT HOME AND WHILE TRAVELLING ALIKE.
Because he frequently traveled between offices, Doctor Lorde owned several small flats in different towns. Lord had never been bothered by this constant travel, however, because of a ‘great’ ability that he possessed.
Lord had an uncanny focus ability that allowed him to ignore his surroundings… Doctor Lorde could not tell whether this was a good thing as of yet.
Early every morning before work, Doctor Lorde would awake and prepare the house. Cleaning, cooking, taking inventory, and setting up a station for Lord were all part of his daily routine.
“OOOO doctor, what will be my assignment for today?” Lorde was never phased by the tasks assigned by the doctor.
“First, get dressed.” -_-
“Oh, yes!”
Lord did an about face and ran, very quickly for his five-year-old age, right back into his room.
Lorde chuckled slightly to himself. So, he can even ignore his own clothes…
Lord’s selection of clothes was rather similar to Doctor Lorde’s personal style. As a doctor, Lorde was a fan of cleanliness. So, Lord’s clothes were spotlessly clean and wrinkle free (or at least they were towards the beginning of the day, Lord was still learning maintenance). The apparel consisted of a long-hanging white tunic and a loose-fitting pair of tan pants. When going out, sandals were a popular choice. Plain, simple, and clean.
After Lorde helped Lord wash up, choose clothes, and eat, today’s assignments were explained.
Doctor Lorde had an ambition. He wanted to raise Lord to be an outstanding doctor, better than he himself.
In order to accomplish this goal, he began teaching Lord some rudiments of the art beginning at a young age. He stopped bringing Lord to the office, hired a nanny (Angelica, who had been very enthusiastic to care for Lord), and began teaching Lord some of the fundamentals. Instead of attending school with other children, Lord would learn medicine at home.
“Today, you are to study the muscles along the underside of a human arm. Here is your diagram, here are some pencils. By the end of the day, I hope that you will be able to recite them.” Doctor Lorde pointed to a thick packet on the desk.
It may seem harsh to ask a five-something-year old to spend his day studying, but Doctor Lorde was not too concerned.
First of all, Lord himself did not mind. In fact, he was very willing to learn, an attribute that Doctor Lorde loved. Whenever he was assigned a task, he would completely focus on finishing it, ignoring his surroundings. Doctor Lorde need only occasionally remind Lord to complete the assignments.
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And secondly, when not given a daily assignment, Lord would find something else to entertain himself with…
Lorde thought back to the time when he came back home and found most of his worldly possessions inside to be dismantled. Angelica had been totally unable to stop Lord. That poor old heated mug… Doctor Lorde had brought it with him everywhere for several years and was rather attached to it. :(
Lord happily began filling out the sheets. Of course, as a well-respected doctor, Lorde could fill out the sheet without a problem. Lord, on the other hand, would have to find the correct books in Doctor Lorde’s world-famous library and look up the required information. Not only did this process help Lord learn the information, but it also helped him learn to research.
Lorde was quite talented linguistically, so reading and writing had never posed any problems for him.
This amount of work should be enough to fill his day… Doctor Lorde thought this as he shut the door.
Lord worked for several hours straight before he decided to take a break. He really enjoyed working on these little projects every day. In fact, he would not have stopped to take a break if it weren’t for the fact that he heard a knock on the front door.
He went to answer it, Angelica trailing behind him. She had been instructed to give Lord an adequate amount of autonomy. Leave him freedom to roam and grow, but do not let him do anything too stupid.
“Is Doctor Lorde around?” Asked the man who had been knocking on the door previously, “I need to see him.”
“No.” Lord’s childish voice sounded out.
“Do you know where he is?”
“At work.”
“And where is work?”
“Ummmmm, at the office?” Lord was just a kid, after all.
“Do you mind if I step in for a moment, young man?” The man motioned to enter the house.
“Yes, he does mind,” Angelica interjected, “Please see Doctor Lorde at his local office if you have any medical concerns.”
The man looked at the nanny for a moment, then turned around and walked away.
“Will he be alright if he is not treated immediately?”
“Yes, I believe he has gone to see the doctor right now…” The nanny answered his question vaguely, “Now, are you hungry yet?”
“Yes!! Very!!!” He had forgotten about his hunger while he was doing his work, but now that he thought about it, he was indeed very hungry.
His lunch consisted of a spiky fruit commonly found in the area and some soft wheat bread.
Something that Doctor Lorde thought a little odd was how much Lord ate. The data he had seen that young people with Talent would commonly eat more than their peers seemed to be valid…
Twelve fruits and a whole loaf of bread further reinforced this theory. Angelica had long grown used to the eating habits of Lord and prepared accordingly.
Every night after work, Doctor Lorde would head home directly. Upon arriving, he would check in on Lord, dishing out questions related to the material of the day. Lord answered to the best of his ability and was usually around eighty to ninety percent accurate. Lorde always made sure to help Lord clean up the last ten to twenty percent.
Doctor Lorde was always generous and caring in almost every aspect concerning Lord. Flashback to the time his favorite mug was broken by Lord; he had been quick to let Lord know he had done something wrong, but the doctor never treated Lord harshly for it.
Lorde was really only strict about Lord’s education, where eighty percent was not good enough. One could only become the best doctor with absolute perfection in knowledge and experimental theory.
After review, the two would spend some time together playing and bonding, then Lord was ushered to sleep.
Such was the daily routine in the house of Lorde and Lord (and Angelica) for several years.