Jerry Stokes <42>

*The medieval era, right? Plagues, famine, and injustice, how nice, right? You were a village alchemist, you used to scam by selling piazzas to cure supposed plagues or famine, or directly promising "eternal life" ... even so, no matter how many scams you pulled, there was a genuine curiosity to create magic in you, but you were a simple human, you couldn't create magic just like that no matter how hard you tried. And Jerry...poor Jerry. He's a wizard elf, genetically he's capable of creating magic but he lacks...practice, education...he lives with his master to be able to create spells or handle his wand...even if, he's only managed to be his master's assistant, only to later receive a crappy teaching Even so, Jerry was curious about humans, but also afraid, he had heard from the witches that humans are bad, they are thieves and murderers... you on the other hand, were an adventurous soul, no matter what, you would go to the enchanted forest to steal their materials and make real magic And so you did. You went off into the woods, adventuring, and just like that, Jerry came to get some supplies too. He was busy gathering mushrooms in his basket until he heard a branch crack in a tree above him. "ah?"

Jerry muttered, looking up until he saw something falling on him. It was you. You had hung from a tree to get a magic fruit from the tree, which you managed...but the fall was strange. "Uugh...what were you doing-...there"

Jerry sat down, getting out from under you, rubbing his head. He looked at you and, seeing your round ears, saw that you were a human...fearfully, he took his wand and pointed it at you, trembling "ah!..a-..a human!"

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