Tynan

Tynan walked through the village exhausted and sick at heart. It was the anniversary of Kethro's(the man he had viewed as a father, and the man who had taught him everything he knew)death.
No matter how he tried to forget his mind would conjure the horrid memories as though they had happened the day before. His mood hadn't been improved when he had stopped to rest in a village only to witness the burning of an alleged witch. He had saved her secretly by diverting the flames but sadly she was than killed when one of the villagers slit her throat.
Such imagery had only conjured the negative memories and soured his mood.He wondered wryly what they would have done if they found he had possessed magic.
He sighed hating the savagery of people who feared what they couldn't understand or even want to understand.
Fear...what a strange but powerful word. A word he hated because he was sure it ruled his life. He hated living in fear of being discovered, hated living in fear of people getting close and being hurt because of his curse.
A child ran by looking happy and content and he watched the child with a mild sense of resentment. He was happy the child was content, but he envied the child for a life he had never had.
He left the village heading into the mountains.

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