Ancient Dragon's Orenda

Ask anyone: “What do you think of healers?”
The majority would say a useful asset, it doesn’t matter what the minority thinks because both would rather kill than have Elijah Horton in their team.
Coincidence or not, that’s me.
A healer with no elemental affinity nor temple affiliation. Trash.
I get bullied because of it every day, it’s only natural. After all, by having no elemental affinity or temple affiliation, I was basically asking to get beaten.
In this dog-eat-dog world, who would refuse a punching bag in the form of an ordinary human with no backing?
Even though I was only able to heal minor wounds, I was granted access to the most prestigious academy, Xira. This, of course, led me to become a thug magnet.
Who wouldn’t feel salty if a pathetic excuse of a healer was practically given a free pass into a top-notch institute due to their profession, which they weren’t even proficient in?
However in reality…
All the students are ants to me.
Although they could exceed the strength of most of their generation I could easily step on them.
Because I have contracted with the extinct species that mages spent centuries trying to revive with the DNA of their relatives, a dragon.
But why do I have to prove my strength and worth? I can get expelled from Xira and still snatch up a job that requires little to no work but still gives ample payment.
Any workplace would gladly offer a high position to an ex-Xira student, that’s how important that academy is.
That way, I can live in peace, no assassination attempts, no privacy invasion, no attention, no posters with my face plastered everywhere on the street.
This was basically my life plan but why can’t I be left alone like I want to?!


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