I never intended to leave my Father's house. There was no need. Bussiness was booming, as his work was popular with the Arcanist Guild and his talent was such he could do some enchanting on his own. There was plenty of room for the bride my Mother had found for me in our villa and Father had begun to look at my own work with favor.
It was after the dinner we arranged for me to meet Ravona that the trouble happened. It seems my bride wasn't as chaste as had been described. And her lover, a vicious thug named Pakard, had sworn that old oath 'if I can't have her, no-one will'. He set flame to the building after blocking the exits. I still don't know what he used to cause the rapid growth of the blaze, though I've gained some insight.
I did what I could to save them, but in the confusion, I lost them. (Hey, I was just a kid.) When the militia arrived, they found the place destroyed and just me alive- buried under the rubble in the remains of the fireplace (ironically, the only place the fire didn't erradicate). They said it was a miracle- I didn't bother to argue. Only my weakness prevented me from joining those I loved then and there, but by the time I was stronger, I couldn't insult my ancestors by ending my life.
With the last of the family funds, I entered the Guild's training Academy. I tried to learn magic that would allow me to control the energy used against me, but my studies are far from over. Word came to me that Pakard may have gone into the wilderness, so when the commision was offered to go to Brinewall, I took it. I shall try to rebuild myself in a new place. And if I can find him, I'll show him what Fire has shown me.
