For ten long years, the child endured the whispers and glares of his kin, subjected to relentless taunts and bullying. Branded as the "child of dread," he bore the weight of their scorn with stoic resilience, his crimson gaze a constant reminder of their fear and prejudice. Yet, amidst the darkness that engulfed him, a flicker of defiance burned bright within his heart, fueling his resolve to defy their judgment and carve his own path.
One night, as the red-eyed child reached the age of ten, the inevitable moment arrived. Despite his resilience, the villagers succumbed to their fear, casting him out from the only home he had ever known. With heavy hearts and veiled faces, they condemned him to exile. he departed the small village, the weight of his exile heavy upon his shoulders, he was met with a poignant sight. Amidst the gathering shadows stood his parents, their eyes filled not with scorn, but with pity and sorrow. In their silent gaze, he found solace and strength, a beacon of unwavering love amidst the sea of uncertainty.
As he turned to leave, his mother approached him, her hands trembling as she offered him a small pendant. Etched with intricate patterns and shimmering with an otherworldly glow, it was a token of their love and a reminder of the home he once knew. With tears glistening in her eyes, she whispered words of encouragement, urging him to stay strong in the face of adversity. Clutching the pendant tightly to his chest, he nodded in silent gratitude. he goes far With each step, the mist of the mountain enveloped him, shrouding him in a cloak of uncertainty.
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As he traversed the rugged terrain of the mountain, his path fraught with uncertainty, a glimmer of opportunity emerged amidst the shadows. A mid-long tree branch, weathered by time and neglect, lay abandoned at his feet. With a sense of intuition, he reached out and grasped it firmly, feeling the rough texture beneath his fingertips.
Yet, as he lifted the branch, a strange sensation coursed through him, a surge of energy pulsating from his core. His crimson eyes blazed with an otherworldly light, their magic intertwining with the very essence of the branch. In an instant, the wood began to shimmer and glow, infused with the power that lay dormant within him.
With a newfound sense of purpose, he wielded the enchanted branch with determination, its newfound magic a testament to his strength and resilience. As he continued his journey into the heart of the mountain, he carried with him not only a weapon, but a symbol of his newfound identity—a reminder that even in the darkest of times, light could still be found within.