[Whole. He scoffs derisively. He's gone through life always knowing something was missing, and his childhood was no exception - he can still remember his hunger for acceptance, the strong craving to belong somewhere. It's one of the many childish things he never quite outgrew.]
I tried that path a long time ago.
As far back as I can remember, I've known how cruel and unfair the world can be. It's impossible to be ignorant of the truth, being what I am. Even that child you remember as being so happy knew he was inherently denied certain things solely because he was neither fully elven nor fully human.
Even knowing this, I believed people could learn to change. ...Maybe I needed to believe it was a possibility. I labored under this delusion for years alongside my sister. We were rejected countless times by the same humans we tried to help...but because of the support from my sister and my former companions, I could always find the strength to stand up and keep moving forward. The path was difficult, but I believed it would be worth it in the end.
A world where humans, elves, and those in between could live peacefully...that was the goal. Through my efforts the war that had embroiled the land in conflict for nearly a thousand years was brought to a peaceful resolution; the Great Seed was preserved and scheduled to germinate, thereby restoring the world's supply of mana. I was celebrated as a hero - me, a half-elf.
I knew we still had a long way to go. However, before we could get there, Martel's life was taken. The path I had followed for so long had brought me nowhere, in the end. I was done with handing out second chances and receiving nothing in return. Perhaps I turned my back on the world, but it turned its back on me first. Given the choice between the sister who loved me unconditionally and the world that despised me unconditionally, I made the only logical decision. I had to follow the path that would lead me back to my sister.
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I tried that path a long time ago.
As far back as I can remember, I've known how cruel and unfair the world can be. It's impossible to be ignorant of the truth, being what I am. Even that child you remember as being so happy knew he was inherently denied certain things solely because he was neither fully elven nor fully human.
Even knowing this, I believed people could learn to change. ...Maybe I needed to believe it was a possibility. I labored under this delusion for years alongside my sister. We were rejected countless times by the same humans we tried to help...but because of the support from my sister and my former companions, I could always find the strength to stand up and keep moving forward. The path was difficult, but I believed it would be worth it in the end.
A world where humans, elves, and those in between could live peacefully...that was the goal. Through my efforts the war that had embroiled the land in conflict for nearly a thousand years was brought to a peaceful resolution; the Great Seed was preserved and scheduled to germinate, thereby restoring the world's supply of mana. I was celebrated as a hero - me, a half-elf.
I knew we still had a long way to go. However, before we could get there, Martel's life was taken. The path I had followed for so long had brought me nowhere, in the end. I was done with handing out second chances and receiving nothing in return. Perhaps I turned my back on the world, but it turned its back on me first. Given the choice between the sister who loved me unconditionally and the world that despised me unconditionally, I made the only logical decision. I had to follow the path that would lead me back to my sister.