







c-6 wrote:Rhys Tucker
Rhys sighed. He heard the calls of battle, the monsters yowling, and all that. He knew he couldn't fight. His leg - which he had thought he only broke - ended up making him lame. He turned his slightly, eyeing his crutches sadly. No matter how much ambrosia he ate, Rhys was pretty sure that his leg would never heal. He didn't need to fight, either. He was weak.
And it's not like anyone liked him anyways.

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