King of the Fireweilders

Chapter 1: Strange World

We live in a strange world. I mean it, things here are odd. From the unnatural gift one percent of the population has, to the constant political struggle over who is king.

"Eb! Come clean up, the bull shit again and it made a real mess!" My father. Charming I know but I have nowhere else to live right now. I live in a small farm, somewhere in the southern lands of Panaria, close to the capital but thankfully, far enough not to get taxed.

"I'll be there in a minute!" I yell to my father from my room. "ass" I mumble under my breath as I get up and walk out my bedroom door. I walk outside to be greeted by my father standing next to Gally (our bull) chuckling like an idiot.

"Well go on then! Get the damn shovel" he barks at me. I swear if he didn't look like grizzly bear I would have already told him to sod off and left.

After my mother died, my father became a bitter, drunken degenerate. My mother died when I was a boy of five so I don't remember her but apparently it was my fault.
Remember that one percent of the population whom have unnatural power. Well no one understands what causes it (most say god) but they know that whoever does have the magic must fall under four categories. The fireweilders, the feirce bruting kind, but can also be quiet and tentative, they can summon fire at will using only their hands. They are mostly known for their bravery and courage. The waterweilders, typically known to be quite intelligent and functions to out smart their opponents, they cannot summon water like the fireweilders can summon fire but they can control and manipulate water, even make it float in mid air. The earthshapers, can reshape any natural solid element, they are also known as brave but not as reckless as the fireweilders, though not as smart as the waterweilders. Finally, the airmolders, they are the mysterious kind, their personalities are always all over the place and no one understands them, they can channel the current of the wind and legend has it a strong airmolder can break bone with just their wind. Though it is worth mentioning that airmolders are the rarest. They are so uncommon that most have never seen one, some say they were whiped out but that is just a roumer.

As I sigh, I pick up the pale and the shovel and begin to scoop the dung in the pale. The reason I brought up the mysterious powers was cause I am a fireweilder and my mother died because I started a fire in our old house. She was trapped inside. I can still hear her piercing scream as my dad held me outside my house and a rafter had fallen on her. She laid there burning alive, crushed to death by a wooden plank and it was my fault. My father never let me forget that. That I am a worthless shit and the only reason I am alive now is because of him and the only reason I am still living with him is because he is getting old and I have to help around the farm.