Half A Hero

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“Why are you crying, little Ghwyr?” His uncle ran up to him as he tumbled to the ground.

Ghwyr pointed at the children laughing at him from the hill above them.

“Did they push you?” His uncle asked.

“T-t-they… t-t-told… me… I… I couldn’t be… a… h-h-hero.” Ghwyr sniffled. “I… I… p-p-pushed… one… and they pushed me… back…” He sobbed.

“Now, now... Ghwyr.” His uncle tried comforting him. “If you want to become a hero, then you don’t have to listen to them. Don’t let their fickle words destroy your great dream.” He patted his back.

“B-b-but…” Ghwyr’s mouth twitched as tears rolled down his cheeks.

“No buts, young halfling.” His uncle smiled. “Cheer up, Ghwyr! Crying won’t fulfill your dreams, but your hands can!” He said.

“But my hands are too small.” He sniffled once again. “I… can’t do anything… with small hands! They told me, I need to have big hands to hold a sword!” He wailed.

“Hush now.” His uncle calmly said. “It doesn’t really matter if you have small or big hands at the end of the