The Righteous One

The Righteous One

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There is nothing worse than the feeling that you failed. Failed at protecting those you love and yourself. I have known this feeling for most of my existence. For many, the pain lessens over time. For me, it is eternal. It started like any other story. I was once just a healer. Learning my trade from my mentor, while trying my hardest to be the best I could be. Learning how to blend ingredients to make salves and potions to treat ailments and reduce pain. It never even occurred to me that I would die young. That I, who was always so wary and just a bit too paranoid, would be the ruin of the people I so painstakingly tried to help and of myself. The day I died, I had no way of knowing that I would be an abomination. I would be the thing that people hunted in the night. I would be the monster that keeps children up at night, afraid of the dark. Had I known, I doubt I would have let the stranger live on the night I happened upon him in the woods.
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I wanted to do a bit of a rewrite again I'm sorry I'm hardly ever happy with the results and it has to be completely perfect so please bare with me . it takes alot for me to be happy with what I write . any spellings or mistakes in my writing please tell me if you see any. thanks for actually reading this X . here's the actual discription. I could have had a normal life but after getting myself in trouble that chance was completely lost I couldn't change what happened I wish I could but I blew it. the consequences are well I can never leave my room or even see the sun for the fear that she's there telling me what I've done wrong. over and over making me know there's no chance I can change my ways. however how wrong she was. I could have made it better but I didn't I only made it worse for myself

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