One bad night...

I burned things, I sizzle human skin, I blaze their entire village. They deserved it. Revenge served on a hot dish. They say revenge is not the answer but who says they are the authority of me. They had it coming but they never saw it. It was their fault they cast me away from my birth. It was an accident, a complete unnatural accident. I didn't know how he could have engulfed into hellfire. I certainly didn't want to hear that piercing scream of agony as he died on the ground. They say I was a demon, an evil entity that bought the village its omen. They decimated me into the dark, warmless forest leaving me to rot. They though I was dead, so did I. But suddenly a gentle hand brought me back. Taught me the ways of fighting because he told me there were things out there, creatures that bump in the night. He told me I was special but not evil. I can start fire with my mind. But I have to be emotionally repressed. Fire was tied to my emotions. One little angry fit can set a little parakeet into flames. I became so empty inside. I just wanted my vengeance. Wanted to feel. I lost control and brought hell on my once home. It felt good, so good that it hurt a little. Every last piece of soul withered away. I became sick inside. He looked at me, dead in the eyes. I'm sorry........ and left. Leaving myself alone in this ruthless world as a lost warrior.

from behalf of the higher ups, I say welcome