Growing up for some is a chore, for others it is a privilage. My life has always been the latter. I grew up the child of a wealthy family. I wanted for, nor needed anything during my childhood. Some may considered that spoiled.. I only consider it fortunate.

My parents always told me I was chosen. That phrase confused me as I was under the impression that when you had a child, you were stuck with what was given to you. Although, it confused me, I did not allow it to tarnish my childhood.

My mother was always there for me, providing me with all the love and support I needed. When I called on her... she was there, no matter what I needed. My father worked hard to make sure we had everything we needed or desired. He is indeed a good man.

As I grew older, my parents felt I needed something to occupy my time. They enrolled me in the school of magic. It is there that I found my purpose in life. The art of magic seemed to come so easily to me. It was as if it was in my blood or something. My instructor told me that she had never seen such natural talent. That, indeed made me proud and encouraged me to be the best.

I completed my training in a short time, but to this day I continue to practice my art. It is my belief that until you have perfected all there is to an art, you will continue to learn.

As I grew older, the words my mother spoke haunted me. What did she mean I was chosen... was their a secret I should be aware of? I decided one day to ask her what it was she meant when she spoke those words. It was then that I recieved the shock of my life. She sat me down and explained to me that she and my father were not my birth parents. Chills ran down my spine.

She explained to me that my birth mother had been slain when I was but an infant. She spared me the details of the ordeal. When I asked about my birth father, she told me he had disappeared.

It was at that moment that I decided to strike out on my own. I was confident that I had to skills needed to survive. I thanked my Mother and Father for all they had done for me, and assured them that although I wasn't of their flesh and blood, I would always consider them my parents.