Belril
Every day's a challenge
But I always seem to get through
But I always seem to get through
Belril didn't respond at first, instead looking down at the ground with eyes that were beginning to sparkle with tears and kicking once a small pebble on the ground. "All I can do is heal, and it's not even a lot at a time. I sometimes try to help others while hiding what I can do behind seemingly weak potions ...but it seems like even the gods hate me for being able to heal, and I don't even know why." He fell silent before adding, "my parents were both Accepted living in Torchline, and they probably thought I was the same as them...until they left me behind in Halo while seven..."
He brought the back of his free hand up to his eyes, wiping away a couple of the tears that escaped him before looking back up towards Wessex. "What did I do to deserve to be hated by most of the world, even the gods?"
He brought the back of his free hand up to his eyes, wiping away a couple of the tears that escaped him before looking back up towards Wessex. "What did I do to deserve to be hated by most of the world, even the gods?"
Each day's a balancing act
Of good and bad events
Of good and bad events
