Such prejudice

The voice of the bearer was feminine but it sounded as if a thousand people were speaking.

Luisa's brows and eyes creased in anger; "Mutant? Such prejudice from a deity."

"Prejudice you say!" The bearer responded.

"Yes," Luisa started, standing up. "Aren't you supposed to bestow the gifts on the pure of heart no matter what, as long as they're of high elves origin."

"Read the books again, little mutant. Even pure blooded high elves sometimes aren't worthy of the gifts-"

"They aren't pure of heart!"

"That is true, mutant. But what is also true is that we don't bestow gifts on high elves with mixed blood. Not only are you not completely a high elf, you have contaminated your blood with witchery of the mutants that calls themselves Witchers!

Plus, you think you're pure of heart? What made you to contaminate your blood? I can sense all the vengeful hate, rage and resentment coming from you. Your mind, heart, soul and entire body reek of it! You are unworthy of the gifts of the high elves Luisa Multon. Do not dare summon the bearers of the high elves again or there shall be consequences!" The bearer concluded. It turned around and disappeared.

The room went dark again with just the rays from the gold moon igniting it a little.

Luisa continued standing there without moving an inch. The room went completely dark as thick and dark clouds covered the moon and bright starry night skies and a heavy downpour began.

That was when Luisa finally moved. She suddenly felt this sweep of devastation, disappointment and sadness. Her fists clenched and she fell to her knees. She thought she was prepared for this scenario but she guess she wasn't really that prepared for it. She thought she would be worthy, that it wouldn't have come to this. What if she wouldn't be worthy of anything else? Her wood elf gifts, her secret weapon.

But even though she felt really bad about the whole thing, not a single drop of tear fell from her eyes. She has had bigger things to cry about. She was just feeling drained of all the enthusiasm she had had about getting her elven abilities and a little hurt about the words of the bearer.

It wasn't really about the Li`caburs, it was about her revenge. She needed all the resources she could get. But such prejudice was why her father was disowned by his family in the first place, why wood elves were looked down on as poor and weak unlike the high elves and why her clan was massacred.

The door to the room opened and Zeke walked in. Luisa was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't realize he was in the room. Zeke walked closer to her and she only came back to earth when she felt his arm on her shoulder.

Her gaze shifted from staring at nothingness to him and it was as if they communicated telepathically. She hugged him and he held her too in a comforting embrace. They remained in that position for a while and even though she wasn't crying, he understood how she felt and just continued to comfort her.

***

The next day, Luisa went to the Reigns. Lindsey was the first person she met.

"Luisa, how did the ritual go? How was last night?" She questioned, holding Luisa's arms. She held concern in her eyes.

Luisa looked away.

"I...I got the other side of the coin. The unfortunate side." Luisa answered in a low tone it almost sounded like a whisper.

Lindsey's face dropped sadly; "You weren't worthy?"

"I guess my mutation and half blooded origin did get in the way afterall." Luisa responded. Then she finally locked gazes with Lindsey.

"I don't think I want to bother continuing this. I might be unworthy of the gifts of the wood elves and my secret weapon as well-"

"No Luisa, it's a probability-"

"I'm on the losing end." Luisa interrupted.

"No! Because you didn't get your gifts as an high elf doesn't mean you wouldn't get your gifts as a wood elf, it doesn't mean you wouldn't get your secret weapon. Where's all that willpower? All that 'you're too strong mentally for a single disappointment to break you down," Lindsey pointed out.

"I guess it's all gone." Luisa responded.

"What? Luisa, don't forget why you wanted to hasten this in the first place, the Li`caburs?" Lindsey reminded.

"Well it's easy for you to say!" Luisa lashed out at Lindsey, removing her hands from her arms and moving inches away from her.

"You haven't experienced hardship before! How'd you know how I feel. You think it's about some darn gifts? All my life I feel like I've been robbed just for being a wood elf. Wood elves are known to have poor status, they're poor peasants isolated to the forests, unlike you high elves.

You sit in your mansion and tell me how I should feel. My high elf father was disowned by his family just for marrying a wood elf, a taint to their pure bloodline. We were poor, but we were happy and those mosquitoes that call themselves vampires had to rob that little happiness away from me. How in the gods' name did they achieve that?! They killed- MURDERED a whole clan of wood elves.

The wood elves must be indeed so pathetic and weak! I became a Witcher, I have suffered but I tried to remember who I was. And then some stupid high elves' deity had the rights to call me unworthy all because I'm a Witcher and a half-blooded high elf!" Luisa raged on. Her eyes in fury almost making them blaze like hellfire, she looked like she could kill someone, anyone, right now or worse, go berserk on the world like a goddess of war.

"Like always I was robbed. Robbed of my gifts." Luisa added and looked away.

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