the Fate of the Dōminarians

In my world, Dōminaria, blood is thicker than water. Our magics, used first by the nature around us, were taught to the tribes of the North, South, East and West. Each cardinal direction has different landscaping than it's neighbor so the magics differ to fit their zones. Once these skills were taught to the people it spread like wild fire. Family's created traditions and they passed the magic through their offspring. Blood carried the magic into the children and it would build until they came of age. Family was important, it was legacy, it was blood.

I was raised by the nuns of the church, alone, the first of my kind. The only child of my kind.

An orphan.

My name is Caspian Vidalia and I have no earthly idea what I'm doing with my life. I feel abandoned, useless, in the way. I feel like a burden. I've been taught by the nuns of Ulfner to create remedies and potions but it feels so benign! I know I'm destined for something great! Something to wash away the shameful name of 'Orphan'.

It's been strange growing up the only orphan In a town full of people who believe blood before all else to say the least. They don't treat me any different but parents get a sorrowful look in their eyes when they look at me. It's okay though, my birthday is coming up and I'll have the chance to finally do something great!