Why must everyone make things more complicated than need be? It never seems enough that I lend a helping hand, or say a kind word. No, all the matters is that my power is not theirs.
I killed a young woman today. Not with sword or spears, spell or stone. I killed her with inaction. I was passing through a small town, and she was out doing her daily chores, I imagine. The only luck these days being bad luck, a driver lost control of his team of horses, and she ended up being struck and trampled. I could of saved her. I could have healed her, that power is mine. But no, one of those damned Seekers had to show up! To cross them could mean my own death, and then what good would my power be...
Before, I was born into a small forest settlement of nature worshippers. Even without gods, they continued to tend to and toil in the woods. They practiced a simple magic, which often took many years for one to master. My power is like theirs was, but I did not have to fight and study and train to use it, it came naturally to me. Nevermind that I could not produce any feat beyond their abilities, I was " different " from them, and I was cast out.
So, now I must wander from place to place. I use my power when I can, often when no one can see what I am doing. I have to watch my own back though, no one trusts anyone any more. Who can blame them, though? If you cannot trust the gods to not abandon you, how can you trust mere mortals to not do the same? Not that it matters, I do what I have to, to survive, to keep going. The fewer people who notice what I am about, the better off I am, and maybe the better off they are, too.