CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

It's nice to know that other gods would help me... if they could....

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~ Name: Log ~

Title: Crybaby hero

Class: Hunter [lv137]

HP

[197]

MANA

[58]

ATK

[213]

INT

[22⇨ 25]

DEF

[146]

SPD

[64]

Sorry I can’t give you more, most gods can’t do this much

For a while I’ll have to limit status buffs and such

Do what you can for your son, his life’s about to change

But he’s already overcome things so grand and strange

Twig’s family went home to pack his things into a bag

His mother packed so much his father feared that it might drag

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Twig was vague but made it clear he had to go alone

And so his father gave him a kind message of his own

“I don’t know how this happened, you were always a good boy

You never wanted more than any young man would enjoy

Whatever happens out there, you be careful as can be

And as soon as you’re able, you come straight back home to me”

Log had always been a hero, since he was a child

He spent his youth achieving great things, mostly running wild

His daughters all took after him, their fire magic was prime

But they also picked up the sword and shield from time to time

When his son was born it was obvious he was weak

But he cried the loudest of them all, he wasn’t meek

He never had the help of any skills or a blessing

But he would smile and always give a quest his everything

He tried to teach him magic when he was still very young

But he had no talent for it and his failures stung

He tried to teach him sword skills but despite his diligence

No god rewarded his young son’s stubborn vigilance

Now his son was there before him, still a feeble child

Missing one hand and an eye, about to face the wild

No friends he can count on and no god to bless his path

What could such a boy have done to earn the whole world’s wrath

Achievement: Endure

Log, you know there’s nothing you can do but wish him well

Trust that you have given all the advice you can tell

The gods I know all watch him though they cannot guide his fate

But he’s surely loved by many, so your tears can wait

“The gods have never spoken to me as often as now

Twig, you’ve done something to get their attention somehow

I always knew that you were special, but it’s clear to see

You’ll be fine somehow even without more help from me”

With confidence he placed his giant hand on his son’s head

Wishing that he could have faced such a fate in his stead

Log had never been a man to dwell on complex things

But he knew heroes’ stories always had happy endings

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