"Stupid Child! Can't you do anything right?!" 'WHAM!' Blood drips from the top of my head. He continues beating me like he did when I was younger. It's been a long time since I've been beaten this bad. People keep walking by. No one dared to help me. 'KICK!' HE chuckled a little when he saw his finished product. Me a Rode. Laying on the floor, bloody and dirty. He, a Sequil, rich and powerful. He didn't even need to use his powers to bring me to the brink of death. He walked away chuckling. I got up after he was out of sight. I wiped my nose, blood stained my hands. I applied my hand to my nose. A bright light shone and I felt warmth. I had healed it a little. If i'd healed it too much he'd get suspicious. That man is my uncle. Not biologically. He adopted my mom when she was young. He forced her to work as a slave for him until one day she collapsed. She died not long after. Instead of grandfather he forces me to call him uncle. He claims women will think he is old. I sigh. Uncle does not know that I have this ability. I don't know why I do either. Most common Sequils can't even heal. They can only do the most basic thing like summon the Orb Of Light. A Divine Light that shows that person is a Sequil. Numerous rumors have spread that one who sees the Orb Of Light is to be granted one wish from God. They are also said to receive good luck. The Orb is mostly used at nobles' parties and ceremonies of the rich. There are said to be very few who can heal. They are precious and are not allowed outside of the Holy Temple. I heard there are only 3 alive. But that doesn't explain why I can heal. I can even summon the Orb Of Light. I'm not a Sequil. I'm a Rode. I was born to Rode and so was my mother and her mother and so on. Uncle probalay won't allow me home tonight. I upset a Noble today. I just bumped into one. They had a huge fight with Uncle because of it. If I was normal I probably would have starved to death by now. Thank goodness for the fact that by 'healing myself' I can get rid of hunger. I stand. It's already getting dark. The lights in the Capital are beautiful at night. People selling food, hanging out, laughing. So much joy even though we are treated unfairly. I plan to run away from my uncle. Then I can start afresh and live quietly and peacefully in the capital. I'll live a long life because if I'm ever sick I can heal myself. I might be poor, and hungry often but my ability will make up for all that. It's the perfect life for someone as inferior as me. A Rode. I'll be- "AGH!" I crash to the floor. Someone pushed me. I bumped into someone else and they started bleeding. A light shone. I'm dead. I wasn't supposed to do that. I didn't mean to do that. No one is supposed to know I can do something far more powerful than summoning a Divine Artifact.