Ask anyone. “What do you think of healers?” The majority would say a useful asset, doesn’t matter what the minority thinks because both would rather kill than have Elijah Horton in their team.
Coincidence or not, that’s me.
A healer with no elemental affinity nor temple affiliation. Trash.
I get bullied because of it every day, it’s only natural. After all, by having no elemental affinity or temple affiliation, I was basically asking to get beaten. In this dog-eat-dog world, who would refuse a punching bag in the form of an ordinary human with no backing?
Even though I was only able to heal minor wounds, I was granted access to a prestigious academy. This, of course, led me to become a thug magnet. Who wouldn’t feel salty if a pathetic excuse of a healer was practically given a free pass into a top-notch institute due to their profession, which they weren’t even proficient in?
One day, by pure luck I aimlessly wandered around for a hiding spot from bullies, Only to stumble upon an ancient book, accidentally summoning a dragon the next morning.
The dragon had a water elemental affinity too, meaning her powers were prominent in healing! I can finally master the art of healing now!
But…
“Your healing is absolute rubbish!”
“Healing? What healing? Do you close the wounds and leave the internal injuries?!?”
Why is my healing still garbage?
A surge of anger rose up.
SLAM- CRACKLE.
Ah. A depression appeared where I punched…
What a load of feces, I thought I was a healer…?

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