I ducked out of the way when a icy dart whizzed past me.

“Sorry!” I heard a little girl shout. She had short, curly brown hair and pretty blue eyes.

“Are you all right?” she asked, coming up to me.

“I’m fine,” I replied.

She tilted her head. “Why didn’t you block it though?”

I started sweating. This is what I was trying to avoid.

“I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“Exactly what I said.”

Her eyes lit up with recognition. Then horror.

“You’re the half-elf.”

I nodded, grimacing.

“Why are you even here?” she said, disgust lacing her voice. “You can’t do magic and you’re half-human,” she spat the last word.

“I-“

“Ugh,” she scoffed and walked away.

I blinked away the tears forming in my eyes. I knew I wouldn’t be welcome.

I didn’t know why it hurt this much.