The Story's Ending

My father would say that, but others wouldn't, especially children his age. ¤ (¯´☆✭.¸_)¤ ¤(_¸.✭☆´¯) ¤

Children, as the saying goes, speak without restraint. They heard about Syndra from somewhere and always mocked her, saying she was a monster, had been destructive since birth, and would never make friends.

Syndra didn't care about their ridicule. She firmly believed in her father's words that she was different and that she should have a broad mind and not stoop to their level.

But she was still a child, and after a while she wavered. She told her father that she wanted to make a friend to show that she wasn't lonely, but just liked being alone.

Her father wouldn't allow her to do that, because to become a qualified prayer person, one must first set aside worldly emotions.

Syndra didn't understand why this was happening. She threw a tantrum, saying she didn't want to be a wisher anymore and wanted to play with the other children.

No matter what she said, her father remained unconvinced, repeating his previous words: she was extraordinary, and if she felt lonely, she could go to Spirit Willow to confide in her.

In fact, Syndra was able to persist for so long not only because she believed her father's words, but also because she could actually communicate with Spirit Willow!

When the father heard about this, he felt that his lie might actually be true, and that his daughter had indeed inherited her grandmother's abilities!

In that case, when she grows up, perhaps she can get rid of the ominous aura she was born with and become a true prayer bearer to benefit everyone.

Seeing that she couldn't persuade her father, Syndra could only return to her usual life, helping her mother with housework at home and taking walks under the Spirit Willow when she wanted to go out.

Perhaps as she grew older and more sensible, Syndra destroyed things less and less, while visiting the Spirit Willow more and more often.

She couldn't tell her parents about the many troubles of growing up, and since she had no friends, she could only confide in Spirit Willow.

But not long after, an accident happened. The children had a bad idea. While Syndra was dozing under the willow tree, they tied her to the tree and whipped her with willow branches.

Children's motivations are often inexplicable; they may simply do it because they find it fun.

Syndra finally lost control; her long-dormant restlessness surged up. She broke free of her restraints and unleashed a powerful surge of energy that knocked the children down.

If Spirit Willow hadn't suppressed her in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable!

The children went home crying, and the outcome was obvious: they told their parents what had happened, and the parents found Syndra's family.

This village had been harmed by Dark Magic in the past, and the people were very resistant to magic. How could they not be anxious when they heard that their child had almost been killed?

Syndra's father defended his daughter by claiming she could communicate with Spirit Willow, saying that although it seemed like magic, it was essentially a Divine Strength power inherited from her grandmother.

People were skeptical; if it were true, they couldn't just hurt Syndra.

Since her grandmother became demented, no one in the village could communicate with Spirit Willow anymore, and many calamities could not be averted.

If she truly is a supplicant, then we should cherish and protect her.

Of course, this matter cannot be decided by Syndra's father alone; it must be verified by everyone.

At this time, a person suffering from a chronic illness took the initiative to ask Syndra for help, asking her to tell Spirit Willow about the matter so that she could get rid of her suffering.

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Everyone looked at her with longing eyes; without a doubt, everyone thought so. If this person's illness was cured, then it would be certain that Syndra was indeed the one who prayed!

The father hadn't expected things to turn out this way. He had only said those words to defend his daughter, and if he failed, the consequences would undoubtedly be even more severe.

But there was no other way; the current situation left him no room to back down, so he had to let his daughter give it a try.

Seeing a large group of people surrounding her, each with a different look in their eyes, Syndra felt very scared.

After she pleaded with Spirit Willow as her father had instructed, she received a response: This person had done many bad things in private, and this illness was retribution from the God of Death, which could not be relieved.

Syndra told the whole story, but how could anyone accept it? They thought she was making it up; Spirit Willow would never say such a thing.

Her father defended her again, arguing that she was too young and asking everyone to give her a chance, promising that she would do better when she grew up and became more sensible.

People eventually dispersed, but Syndra was very upset. She had told the truth, but people didn't believe her and instead all blamed her!

The marks left on her body from being whipped by her child were still there. The more Syndra thought about it, the angrier she became. The last straw that broke her came from her father's pleading words.

He always forced himself to be patient, and this time was no exception. But the fact that he did this clearly shows that he didn't believe in himself!

Syndra lost control again. Her father hadn't gone far, and seeing his frenzied daughter, he felt fear again, just like seeing her inexplicably killing a wild boar when she was a child!

This agitation was once again suppressed by Spirit Willow, but unlike before, Spirit Willow withered after suppressing her frenzied aura!

Now, not only has Syndra failed to become a wish-granter, but she has also killed the village's Spirit Tree. How can the villagers forgive her?

If such immense power were directed at ordinary people, who could withstand it?

Syndra's father had no choice but to lock her in the house, preparing to move her away from the village once a suitable place was found.

No matter how much she pleaded with her father, it was no use; he simply wouldn't listen to her explanations or let her out.

She didn't want to hurt her father, so she tried her best to endure it. Finally, on a day when her parents were out, she broke free from her restraints, burned down the house, and left.

After that, my mother fell seriously ill and soon passed away. My father also hated this child who had ruined the family because of various past events.

"I only have two regrets in my life. One is giving birth to this Demon Child, which caused Spirit Willow to wither and my family to be ruined. The other is not trusting her. If I had stood firm and hadn't been so tolerant, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way."

"So you not only hate your daughter, but you also hate yourself, and now, you only hate yourself, right?" Janna said after listening.

The old man shed tears. "Yes, she is innocent. I always felt that I had done too much for her, but I never thought that her life was even more difficult."

So how do you want us to spread this story?

"I want... I want you to change the ending of the story. In the end, she didn't kill Spirit Willow, nor did she burn down her own house. Instead, she became a true wisher!"