I was never the Chosen One. I was the shadow that followed the light—Riol, the healer, the support mage, the friend who held the hero’s bag. The world called him Leon, the Brave. And Leon took everything.
I didn’t save them. I didn’t heal them. I fought alone. I was never the Chosen One
They thought I was bluffing.
I sat outside the camp, the rain soaking my robes. My staff felt heavy. My healing spells felt useless. I could hear them laughing inside— his laugh, their voices. The betrayal cut deeper than any monster’s claw. the support mage