An Enemy? Rotting...
So... you know that guy I mentioned. Ya, the bully in prison for something I actually did? I thought I would vent a little about him. All growing up, I was the littlest human boy with pointy ears. I was the clunky awkward Elven boy with ears not pointy enough. That is kind of the nature of being Half-Elven. You never quite fit into either group. Add to that your parents are both Elven and so there is the WTF not so Elven child. That mattered less when I was older as there were more of us kids with mixed blood from our parents. I got picked on A LOT, especially by Alvik. He's a human shit from a neighbouring farm that connects our roadside inn to the big town. It is like he made it his life's goal to make my life living hell! He is much of the reason I also ran away or got into various forms of trouble that Hala helped save me from. I never met my blood father, but I did have a small trinket that was mine from him. It was all I had of his. Till Alvik. ASSHOLE. I am certain he