If I could have chosen my appearance, I would have chosen an average appearance, I didn't want to stand out but being a descendant of elves didn't help with that. it has brought me many problems and the next one would be one of those.

After that, I returned home with the firewood, and in the middle of the night in the middle of our dinner with Grandma, where I could see Ilmar and Trodan with their parents.

“LLego the creature, you are in serious trouble” spoke a short man with a thin build, something common in a remote village and without continuous supplies of meat in their diets; Bret was one of the village hunters.

“Shut up Bret, let the boy talk, you've already made me listen to you too much for my liking.”

“Ilmar and Trodan have been throwing rocks and some stuff at me the last few days, I was just defending myself.”

“Please, they were just playing around, the freak is all alone and away from the village, the boys just wanted to integrate him.”

“You've become a better liar, Bret, when you were little you could barely look me in the eye when you lied, but now you made it almost convincing” He said, as he lowered his hand simulating his former stature.

“Although it is obvious that I am no younger than those days, I have not become any dumber, if you bother me again with your stupidities, I don't think I will want to attend to your family anymore” He continued as he stared at the woman who had not spoken until now.

“I am very sorry Mrs. Rita, I swear I will not bother you again. I will personally take care of it, sorry for everything that happened Dirhaël,” Said his wife Minle, while dragging her husband.

“Wait” Grandma spoke, going into the house only to pull out some ointment ”Give this to the boys before bed, just rub it on the bruises, they will be better the next morning.”

Minle looked grateful as she took the jar, but I noticed her hand shaking as she did so, only to run out with her family in tow.

“I'm sorry Grandma” I said with true regret, but a thump on my calf interrupted me followed by the most serious tone of voice I've ever heard from grandma

“Listen Dir, I know you've always been a very independent boy, but anytime you need help with something you can't handle, these old bones will always be there for you, there are problems you still can't handle. and that's not a burden to me. Now go quickly and prepare dinner, violence can't be your first solution to bullying but we'll talk about that later.”

“And don't worry about them anymore, their parents would have to go to Tirhadar village and that girl is still not even close to stepping on my heels in medicine.”

-I will protect her from anything that comes close to her at any price-, it was a thought that invaded me throughout the night.

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“Stop bothering her” Grandma ordered as she tugged on the tips of my ears, "your duty is to take care of her and make sure she will be okay, you took on that burden by saving her’" a meow accompanied by her words as a furry creature jumped off the table onto her shoulders and strutted about naturally.

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“She's an ingrate, I do everything for her and only get teasing from her” I replied as I insulted the vermin with all sorts of signs taking advantage of grandma's back being turned.

The vermin in question was a cat, I found her in the forest with a broken leg and in a state of malnutrition, as a good animal lover I could not leave her abandoned so I brought her home with the commitment that I would take care of her. But she fell in love with Grandma to the point that she followed her everywhere, something that pleased Grandma by letting her get on her man and even waiting for her on her daily walks.

“hurry up, I want to get home before sunset.”

We were gathering wild plants before winter. As we did every year. Five years had passed since the trouble with Ilmar and Trodan. I had gone from meditating by feeling the energy around me and within me, to forcing its circulation, something that had only been even more useful to regain my energy after my training.

“You know I can do this alone, you shouldn't have to accompany me” I said to Grandma, while carrying another bag on my back.

I didn't know how old Grandma was, but that didn't matter to me. if it wasn't for her appearance I wouldn't believe she was an old woman, but lately, the animals seem very alert and there have been few sightings of small prey in the surrounding woods.

“I would have if it wasn't for those dark circles under your eyes, I can't trust this to someone with a history of falling asleep in the middle of the meadow” she replied, waving her arms with reproach written all over her face.

It was something that happened when I was practicing the circulation of mana, I was so

I was so concentrated that I forgot my surroundings and exhausted my reserves so that rather than sleeping, I became unconscious.

Since that day I have been practicing only in my room. but lately, I've been having problems, I feel I'm close to the bottleneck.

Still, my skills were better than I thought, the active circulation of my mana increases my physical abilities, I've tried to produce supernatural effects like elemental control, but I haven't had any progress in that aspect though. The physical abilities don't disappoint me and I progress faster than I expected.

Dirhaël (level 1)

Race: human (elf 36.5%,????)

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Vitality: 15

Strength: 11

Agility: 10

Mana: 7

Endurance: 18

Intelligence: 34

Wisdom: 21

I was still not clear about the difference between wisdom and intelligence, I am sure that one helps me with my analytical skills and the other with knowledge retention, I think the latter was wisdom because it was the only one that has improved throughout my stay in this world, on the other hand intelligence has not changed at all, and I have no idea how to improve it, I wish some being that has caused my existence had given me some advice about things.

Speaking of extraordinary beings, I did not like the gods of this world. According to the stories of the elves, they were somewhat gullible and very stupid, in my past life I was not faithful either, as the existence of a god was somewhat unreal, but now, with the historical accounts and me being the proof in flesh and blood that there was a dimensional origin interference, I was convinced that they existed. At least I was thankful that they didn't have Catholic followers hunting anyone down and burning them to death.

Unfortunately, Sauron's followers are not so quiet, I expect he still has trouble regrouping them, according to the history books we are in the year 1045 of the second age, unfortunately, I don't think I have read up on the dates of events because my memory would have helped me, what I do remember is that right after unifying his followers he will build Mordor, and he will surely not tolerate neutral settlements so close to his base.

“I've told you a thousand times to kick that habit, even if it's just for a few seconds it's scary,” Grandma says while accompanying him with a smack on the head.

“If you keep hitting me so hard, you'll be responsible for leaving a kid like me with head problems later,” I tell her as I pat my head looking for any swelling.

“You're almost 13 now, you should be able to take it like a man.” says Grandma indifferent to my complaints. “now hurry up, you don't want an old lady to spend the night in a dark and dangerous forest, do you?”.

“no, believe me, that would be the last thing I would want, who knows what you could do to the poor creatures who are just looking for some food”. I replied, quickening my pace to avoid any further blows.

“Mmm, you disrespectful brat!”