I was born to Jarel and Lydia Lighfoot in the village of Dark Roof in the deep forests surrounding Myth Drannor. I first developed my abilities as a wild mage, to the regret of my village. I was much too young and inexperienced to control the magic pulled from the damaged parts of weave. I was forced to leave my village due to < Cough > a very regretable incident, and traveled to Varloon. Being only 11 years old, and thorougly scared of magic, I took up the art of thieving. I wasn't very good at it and was quickly expelled from Varloon.
I made my way back to the deep forests, and by some miracle, remained alive long enough to find the village of my mother's youth. They sent me away, wanting nothing to do with a cursed child who they had been told was dead. I ran crying from the village and fell asleep sobbing by an old tree. I awoke the next day in a grove, finding that the old tree was actually an old treant named DeepRoot. At first I was closely guarded, making sure I did not leave the grove. DeepRoot came often to talk to me. He would talk to me in common, and though I wouldn't answer him back, I came to trust him. Over the next few months, I learned the treant language and found that treant children are great playmates.
One day a man came to the grove. I heard him coming and hid, but one of the other treants told him where I was. He left me some food which DeepRoot said was safe and then he went away. I ate little and went back to playing. The man came back and told me that the grove was unsafe. I answered back in treant that this place was safe enough. To my surprise he replied in treant that it wouldn't stay that way. The man started walking slowly away and at DeepRoot's urging, I followed him. DeepRoot followed me. After a week of walking, we came to a small house even deeper in the forest. The man cast a spell which terrified me. I ran quickly but he cast another spell, this time at me. I couldn't move and I felt sleepy. The man dragged me into the hut as DeepRoot laughed. It seemed like everyone had turned against me.
The man's name was Nahal. He is a wizard but I vowed not to let him know that I knew how to cast magic. After being drug into the house, I calmed down. He gave me some more food and showed me to room that became my bedroom. He smiled at me and showed great concern for my wellbeing. So I decided to live with him. He talked to me a lot. He spoke in treant cause he knew I trusted the treants. After a couple of months, I started answering him. He began teaching me how to do chores and how to read. I had to pretend not to be able to read. If he knew I could read, he might figure out I could do magic. But I learned a lot.
One night he cast a spell, thinking it would amuse me. It was a cantrip. I got so scared that I ran out of the house. He caught me and I just cried. I felt so horrible. I wanted nothing to do with magic. He brought me back inside and started asking me questions about why I was so scared of magic. He made me tell him that I knew magic and that something bad had happened, but that's it. I was so angry and scared. A few months later, he began trying to teach me magic. A while after that, I gave in and tried to cast. I tried to mend his cloak with a cantrip, and my feet got very big. He shrunk my feet to the way they're supposed to be. Then he gave me a very long lecture about how children should not use wild magic. I didn't know what he was talking about. So he tried to explain to me how to cast correctly and watch very close as I tried again. He stopped me before I even finished.
He tried over and over to teach me, but in the end he gave up on me figuring out the difference between wild and normal magic. He cast domination on me. While controlling my actions, he forced me to use normal magic to cast a light cantrip. Unfortunately, that cantrip was the very same that had gone haywire, getting me kicked out of my village to begin with. The memories of that night began flashing through my mind. I was reliving it as if I was back there. I saw one of the lights become huge turning into a fireball and then crashing into the stockade wall. It set it instantly on fire. On the other side of the wall was my family. I ran. The images stopped and everything went black. I remember nothing until a couple of months later I woke up, tied to a bed. The bed had been moved outside under some trees. Nahal and DeepRoot were both there, extremely concerned.
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