Chapter 6: True Gift
Inside a small, dark room with walls of smooth cement, a black-haired young man lay on his simple yet finely made bamboo cot.
His wrists and hands rested over his eyes, covering them as tears, nearly dried, continued to stream.
Hal was naturally devastated, to the point that he still found it difficult to believe everything.
Forget the "diamond in the rough"-level talent he once believed he possessed, why can't he even have the normal talent?
What did he do for him to deserve such cruel fate?
Amidst his inward, indignant lamentations, a laugh sounded from the window just above his head.
He recognized that voice...
It was from Korren.
Hal immediately exploded, standing up to gaze out the window and confront the fake.
But no one was there...
This time, the door of his relatively shabby dormitory room creaked open, prompting Hal to turn and look as the sound of Ennya's mocking laughter echoed from just outside.