The Tales of Finrod the Bowman

This is the real story of Finrod.

A long time ago, in the Misty Forest a little baby elf was born. His name was Finrod. He had deep blue eyes, the shortest brown hair and pale skin. His parents danced of joy that night, and invited friends and family on a party. Finrod grew fast, and at the age of five his father started to learn him about shooting arrows. One night he went to sleep late, not knowing what terrible accident would happen that night. He had a dream. A dream about a phoenix, blessing him. Or no ... It was a Firejay. Firejays were an ancient species of birds. They were the sign of freedom and peace. Suddenly his bedroom door was flung open, and his parents rushed in, only to let him know a great fire had started in the forest. After packing their most beloved treasures they fled to the Swan Lake. Alas, his father was killed by the flames. His mother was separated from him, never to see each other again. Finrod stood by the lake. A lone. Then a flame touched his body, but it didn't burn. Then he lost control. He woke up, cold. Another elf was leaning over him, and asked if he was okay. Finrod nodded. He looked at his hands. They looked stronger. He rose up. He found himself much taller than usual. The elf looked questioning at Finrod. What? He seemed surprised that Finrod was looking so much at his body. He walked towards the lake. When he saw his mirror in the water he jumped back. He had grown. Why? The flames had made a special contact with him. He had not just aged, but had gained powers. Hidden nature powers. Fire powers. Finrod looked around himself. He could only see the remains of the doomed forest and the stranger. He started running. He had to get away from this place. His clothes were damaged and thorn. When he had run far. He looked at his hands again. What is he really capable of? When he opened his hand a bright flame appeared. He waved his hand, forming different shapes with it. He thought of a suit. Then, out of nowhere, a suit was created in front of him. Fire, was dangerous, people had said. Not anymore.