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Chapter 3 by Redbeard02 Redbeard02

Whom are you exactly?

A likely victim... or possibly more?

There is a trope, as old as time. Short people are always angry. And you? Well… you certainly fit the bill. You haven’t met a person yet that was less than a head taller than you. Except for dwarves, maybe. But even some of them mistook you for a child or female. It didn’t help that a childhood injury had left you scarred enough that you didn’t grow any hair below your ears. Stupid wizards and their stupid fireballs…

Speaking of which, it seemed like fate really didn’t like you. In this world, everyone seemed to have a gift. Some people had magic, some people were scary good with a sword, some people could knock a flea off a dog with their bow. But alas, you could do none of those things. You couldn’t even lift anything bigger than a short sword, let alone draw a bow with any amount of useful weight behind it. You had once thought you were possibly one of the legendary bards, powerful magic wielders who could bend reality with the strum of a lute. Unfortunately though, you found out it wasn’t your bad singing that had caused the tavern behind you to blow up. Dwarven fire brew was no joke…

It was very clear to you that life had dealt you a bad hand. Honestly, it was definitely a bad hand. And a very short one, too. Practically tiny. Most people would’ve given up by now and accepted that they lead a mundane, boring life in a world of adventure and whimsicalness.

Not you though. Despite the unfortunate… Everything, you are determined to maintain an optimistic outlook on life. Sure, you were short. But there were tons of jobs for short people! A skilled thief was always a useful partner to an adventurer. The skill part was a bit lacking, but you could learn! And being hairless wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. You practically never had to pay full price to get into those magic shows that are so popular! Getting into the adult shows was a bit of a challenge though, but that wasn’t the point.

As if rewarding your dogged (and frankly delusional) idealism, fate finally decided that the meager life deserved a shake up. Today was the day that you crossed paths with a very special person. And just maybe, they would change your life forever…

Who do you meet?

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