They Regretted While I Was Already Gone

Synopsis

My adopted sister is the apple of the White Elf Clan's eye. I am the dud, the one with zero magical spark, forced by my brothers to become her blood vessel, a living sacrifice to bear her magical burdens. After shielding her from that eighth brutal storm curse, the kind that rips through your very being, I haul my fractured spirit before them as I demand the truth. My eldest brother just smirked. "She's had it rough from day one, while you've been pampered like a princess your whole life. Taking a bit of her pain? Come on, how's that unfair?" My second brother's gaze was like shards of ice, freezing me in place. "You were never in her league, anyway. Propping her up to ascend to the higher realms is your one shot at meaning something. You should be damn grateful." My third brother shoved me hard, slamming me to the dirt. "It's not like we're telling you to lay down your life for her. We've kept a roof over your head and food in your belly all these years. Is this the thanks we get?" With that, they haul me off to the forbidden Wolf Den, locking me in tight and telling me to think long and hard about my ungratefulness. In that heart-stopping moment, as a snarling pack of wolves leaps for my throat, that electronic chime I had almost forgotten pings in my head. [Your life signs are fading fast! Do you want to bail on the quest to rescue the three elf kings of the White Elf Clan and snap back to reality right now?] Blood wells up on my lips, and as darkness claws at the edges of my vision, I muster every last ounce of strength to nod. From that day on, we were worlds apart, with no bridges left to cross, in life or in death.