Rise of the burning man.

The First steps

I was an innocent enough kid, a little half elven who went with my daddy on his trips to and from Lunaris. I had been going with him now for about 5 years and was just returning from our sister city Solaris for my 13th birthday when we were set upon by bandits. My father fought valiantly but the numbers were too high. I hid under the caravan in hope that I would be safe. The caravan started to move, but I clung on, Praying to who-ever was listening.
We finally stopped after what seemed to be a thousand cycles of the moon. I felt people walking all over and searching the caravan. A hand grabs me and by the gods do I scream. I was held in an iron cell, waiting to be killed or worse. After a few days of starvation and prayers to gods who seemed to ignore me, their "leader" visited me in the cell and I knew what was coming so I huddled in a corner, allowing him to grab as little as possible of me. But I felt no hands on me, no knife ripping through my dress. I looked up to see a man in plate Armour, flecked with the blood of the bandits. He picked me up and I rode with him, back to Solaris. His name was Tiberius Kurk, leader of the militia, and he is to be my new father.
I mourned for my father, but I had to keep my mind off it. I apparently had night terrors so I put myself to work and joined the militia with my new father.I worked tirelessly, working with sword and shield, Armour and bow. My terrors grew worse though, sending father in to rages because of his tiredness. this continued on or another two years, then, one night I had a dream, I was in a massive cavern, full of gold and a massive brass dragon in a cave to the right. I move closer, my body out of my control. The dragon lifts its massive head and looks to me, and as I stare into its eyes, I see... I see MY OWN EYES! "Go forth my child of ages, send magic into your world with fire and good. May Nethys guide your way" The dream fades into nothingness.