Ryan couldn't quite explain it. He woke up like he always did but something in the back of his mind kept bothering him. Ryan was born in a small village that resented him. His father was killed in a hunting accident before he was born, and his mother died shortly after he was born. Ryan was seen as nothing better then a burden to the village. He was raised by an old blacksmith named Iven that had long since shut down his forge due to his age. This left his forge old and rundown leaving the old blacksmith depressed that nothing would come of what he worked so hard to build.

Unknown to everyone there was one person who still admired that old run down forge. Everyday Ryan would sneak into the old smithy, and marvel at all the old equipment that had long since fallen out of use. Today he had made his decision he would light the long since cold forge. He had gathered the coal through doing various chores for Iven and had finally piled up enough to be satisfied. Stacking the coal in the old canister he took out a stick and started to light it when. As soon has the fire caught the lingering coal in the air from years on being unused and closed off finally caught and exploded. The explosion threw Ryan against a wall and seared the half of his body unfortunate enough to be facing the old coal store. As he passed out from the immense pain he heard something and finally understood that weird feeling he was having [Due to immediate threat to hosts life premature activation has been approved]

The explosion shook the village as plumes of smoke rose from the old smithy. Iven arrived to a small gathering of villagers investigating the now nearly collapsed building. Without concern for himself he rushed into the building to find a small boy collapsed on the ground. He looked down with a complicated mix of anger and sadness that this stupid child would do something so idiotic.