Trickster

Have you ever thought about how being told you have to be something just makes you want to never be it? What if you were created to do one job? Would you want to do it? I didn't. It took a hundred years to make me, or so I'm told. Each member of my family forgoing love simply to breed me, on my mothers side all manner of good creatures and with my father all those dark and mysterious. I didn't ask to be brought into existence but yet I was, with the intended purpose of destroying humanity. What wasn't counted on was how long it would take me to mature, and so by the time I could weave magic a new friendship had formed with the humans. And so I was put down, or at least they tried. I was torn to shreds by my own parents, the only creature of both light and dark they feared me. Thinking me dead I was left on my own to face the world, with none to teach me the ways of my people.Two-hundred years passed and humans had forgotten my people and I had yet to encounter any. I lived in the forest, still a child and yet very capable of taking care of myself. If I hungered I would simply cause food to grow, the fire in my blood kept me warm and flying high up in the trees hid me. Then I found a small village and found that life could be so much more....fun.