(this is my first ff so don't expect the most, I'm very aware that this is shit)
The residents of Llyne frequently told their daughters not to be like Rosaline Gadric and told their sons not to be like Rosaline's son, Ivan. The poor boy always had it rough, whether it was his skin making him hard to look at, or his mother's job Ivan never had it easy. He wanted nothing more than to be powerful and in charge of his life, but he didn't have a way to achieve this.
His mother never liked him, Ivan was nothing but an inconvenience to her. She was a degenerate and never treated him like a mother should, she would kick him out of the house so she could get to work. Ivan hated his mother, in his eyes, she wasn't his mother.
On Ivan's 15th birthday
he walked into the sad excuse for a house where he and his mother live. He could hear moaning from her room 'She must be with a client' he thought to himself, he then put on a pair of earmuffs (the only gift his mother had ever given him) and rested on the dilapidated couch.
After a few minutes, the village butcher exited Rosalina's room with Rosalina following close behind. "I'll get the rest of the money to you by Sunday Rosa," the greasy man said.
"Just make sure you have it next time" she said not entirely bothered by the lack of payment. "don't look at me like that!" she exclaimed while throwing a shoe at Ivan's head
"what the hell!? I WASN'T EVEN LOOKING AT YOU." as Ivan shouted back at his mother small jets of flame shot out from his nostrils. The butcher quickly left after seeing this.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT. I GAVE BIRTH TO YOU, I EVEN GAVE YOU THAT MASK TO HIDE YOUR FACE". Rosalina always thought her son's skin condition was unsightly and thought she was doing him a favour by telling him he should hide it... however, Ivan reacted to this like most things...
He lashed out. "HOW DARE YOU. YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO TALK YOU WHORE, I WISH YOU JUST DIE ALREADY." Ivan's words only further increased his mother's temper.
Rosalina summoned her grimoire and the pages began turning. "fire magic: explosive bolt," an arc of orange light streaked towards him, just barely missing his shoulder. "get out of here now, I don't ever want to see you in my house ever again." without missing a beat he left the house not wanting to be in her presence any longer.
(AN. As I have said before this is my first time writing something like this so any feedback is appreciated. (also sorry if this chapter is kinda short. I may come back at a later date and rewrite it)