After his birth, I found myself increasingly isolated. I would spend much time out in the woods staring at the moons, until I became completely absorbed by them. I would always study them, watch them, and observe their phases. The obsession consumed me, and I would study the legends of the moons in order to learn everything I could about them. One day while studying some old dusty books, I stumbled upon one that described the magical properties of the moons. It described in detail the harnessing of moon mana, and some of the spells that could be cast using the moons. This was amazing to me! I read further, and it told of a place where someone could learn to wield these incredible powers. My mind was filled with a burning need to learn. It told of a large city called the Crossing, where people could learn many trades, and in that instant I wanted to travel there. I knew what I would do with my life. I wanted no more of this provincial farmer's life. But one thing stood in my way: my family.

My parents told me that no son of theirs would ever become a mage. They called magic the work of demons. Thus began a huge argument between my parents and myself, which lasted for many years. My heart was set on becoming a mage, but my parents denied me that chance. So late at night I would sneak out from my bed and go to the woods. I had hidden the books out there so that my father could not destroy them as he had said he would. Under the light of the moons I would study and practice magic. I learned a small spell that would aid me in my plan to become a mage. I decided that if my parents would not allow me to go, then I would do it without their permission. And so one night I cast a simple invisibility spell on myself, and left under the cover of darkness.

I made it to the Crossing after a few days of travel. The size of the city and the vast amount of people dazzled me. Being a farm boy, I knew nothing about half of the things that were going on. The traders going about their business, the bards singing their tunes, the great warriors with their gleaming armor, and the thieves skulking about the shadows. All of this was so very different from the small life I had once known. After much frustration I found my way to the Moon Mage Guild hall, and after a long talk by a very obnoxious man named Kssarh, I joined. I moved up through the first few ranks quickly, and I acquired some decent armor and weaponry. After many months of study I had attained the rank of 20th circle in the guild.

One day while I was out in the Crossing running some errands, I saw my brother come to me ragged and bloody. I immediately took him to a kind Empath that I knew, and he was healed. He told me the story of a great invasion that was coming to the realms. He told me that my parents had been killed and my home destroyed by a small group of robbers. My brother had been away from home, and when he returned he found the family dead and the house looted. The robbers attacked him because he arrived when they were leaving. They hurt him a great deal before he managed to escape. He came to me, and I took care of him until he was restored to full health.

We became very close because of the huge loss we had both experienced. He changed greatly. He became a bitter and angry person. Most people do not like him. I tried to do all I could for him, but we became separated after a while. He fell in with a shady group, and I still do not know what he does to survive. He swore to me that he would learn the skills to find those robbers and have his revenge on them. He had always been controlled by his anger. I, on the other hand, knew that my last words to my parents were those of hate, and I had lost them forever.

Luckily for us, a friend of mine by the name of Tibea heard about my parents and adopted my brother and me. With the love of our new family, we stopped mourning and continued on with our lives. My own family began to grow because I adopted a daughter, a young Ranger by the name of Faunamae, and a son named Daga, who is a Barbarian. They have become my constant companions, and I have enjoyed watching them grow, even though Faun is a little hot-tempered at times, but that's just Tarkaanıs influence.

Since then, I have grown in my ability, and my brother is becoming more and more reclusive. I eventually accepted his choice of lifestyle because, well, it's just the way Tarkaan is.