PnP RP:Trying to Think of a BackstoryFollow

Neka’s parents left his life almost immediately. Born to parents who, for reasons known only to them, left him on the doorstep of a local orphanage in the poor farming community of Talisburg almost immediately, Neka never really had a chance to be somebody.
From the beginning, he had to fight for attention. He wasn’t the tallest or the shortest. He wasn’t the funniest, the handsomest, or the nicest. He was, to all appearances, average. And Neka hated every minute of it. While the other orphans pushed their way to the front of the food lines, while the other orphans brought home the most begging money, Neka was always coming in second at best.
But there was one thing that Neka had that the others didn’t, something that not even himself knew. Neka had always had a certain feeling, best described as a pressure right behind the eyes and a small tingling in his blood. When angry or afraid, these feelings intensified. Neka never mentioned it, thinking it was normal. And he was born with these sensations, so to him, it was.
One day, Neka as a young child was exploring the woods near the orphanage. The caretakers never would pay much attention to the children, so he would have freedom from dawn to dusk. As he walked through the trees, he heard a growling. Turning, he realized that he was face to face with a rabid wolf, the foam dripping from the creature’s jaws. There was a feral, angry stare in the creature’s yellow eyes, and even as a child Neka quickly realized that he was likely about to die, right then and there.
But, Neka wasn’t scared. He was angry. He realized that his entire life was about to end, and it was filled with nothing but people ignoring him. He would be mauled by this wolf in the forest, and the caretakers at the orphanage probably wouldn’t even notice. He was going to exit this reality unnoticed, unacknowledged, unmissed, and unloved.
Neka was furious. He was angry at the wolf He was angry at the world. For the first time in his life, he experienced pure, unbridled rage. The pressure behind his eyes suddenly spiked. His blood was boiling. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. The forest suddenly went silent. Even the wolf in its maddened state realized that something was very, very wrong.
The wolf turned and tried to run, its tail between its legs. No! a voice in Neka’s head screamed. Before he even knew what he was doing, he outstretched his hand towards the wolf, palm out and facing the creature. There were no words. There was no prior knowledge. There was just one moment, one fleeting moment of perfect clarity, where Neka suddenly understood that he must either master this surging power inside himself, must focus it outwards, else it would overwhelm and destroy him.
He refused to lose this internal battle. Neka focused as hard as he could on this energy, shaping it, channeling it towards the wolf. Through his outstretched hand, a bolt of light blasted. The clearing of the forest lit up as if the sun itself was present. Neka collapsed. When he finally mustered the energy to stand, there was only ashes where the wolf stood. Magic, Neka thought, recalling the stories of famous wizards of the past. But this was something different. This wasn’t something he studied for years like the stories, this was something he created. For the first time in his life, Neka was truly proud. He was special.
The years passed without any major event. If you wandered into the woods too far, you might stumble upon a rabbit frozen solid, or a deer body with burns covering it. At times at night, you might hear the sounds of a young sorcerer practicing in his forest, honing his skill.
One day, roughly eight years later, there was a commotion in the Talisburg marketplace. Pushing through the crowd, Neka came to a makeshift stage and a magician performing for the people. As the man performed sleight of hand and “illusion,” Neka became annoyed. The arrogance of this man, pretending as if he had mastered magic, he who obviously showed no magical ability at all! Pretending as if he was an equal to Neka!
“You lie.”
It was barely above a whisper, but Neka said it with such malice that it cut through the crowd, that the magician fumbled in the middle of a trick and faced Neka.
“Excuse me?”
“You lie. This isn’t magic. This is trickery and sleight of hand. You’re not using real magic.”
Neka had the attention of the crowd now. The magician was visibly nervous, and he knew he had to win back the masses, and fast. He went on the offensive.
“I’m sorry, young man, but you must be mistaken. This is magic! Behold!”
And with a flick of his wrist, a flock of doves flew out of his sleeve into the sky. The crowd gasped and applauded. Neka merely scoffed.
“I know magic, and this is not magic. Magic is power, not some mere trickery and flashes that wouldn’t fool a mewling child.”
The crowd began to mutter. How would this teenager, this barely a man know what real magic was? Even though Talisburg had largely escaped the cataclysmic events that led to magic being feared, reviled, and rare, it was a small farming village that had little experience with the subject. What harm would it do for a man to make illusions in the marketplace for a few copper? But this teenager claimed to know what magic was, and the strangest part was that he spoke with what sounded like experience.
The magician began to sweat. Time to try the scare tactics, then. “I am the mage here. I am the master of all things arcane. Now, silence, child.” And the crowd laughed. They laughed at Neka. The man continued his show.
Neka saw red.
“Don’t ignore me!”
The man continued his show.
“I said, don’t ignore me!”
Neka could feel it again – the power surging. Just like all that time spent practicing in the forest, he knew he was about to cast a spell. But this time, he was angry. This fake thought he was better. This pathetic little creature thought that Neka was just some little kid to be pushed aside and ignored. Less than a person.
Neka saw red. He let the magic loose.
Where the magician stood, a pillar of flame erupted. The smoke cleared, and there was just a pile of ashes. Time seemed to stop. A woman screamed, ending the shock.