Draconian Fire

Fire. An element of power. At least, that's what my grandfather used to tell me. My name is Blaze Embers and I am a third-rate Pyromancer who can barely make even a small flame appear in his hand. After all, magic is everything in the world of Arcarnor. However, since I'm weak, I have a low place in it. At least, until I discover a hidden power inside of me. Upon learning of this power, I decided to hide it under the guise of still being the third-rate I was born as. However, when I learn of an ancient prophecy, well, things start to get a little interesting. But let me just say this.

My story isn't for the faint of heart. I'm a killer. I have caused so much death, that it's not even funny. But I guess that's what makes this interesting huh?