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I Furia Oscura the twenty first generation of my family, my family is head of a clan who believes in eternal peace to all souls who are worthy of it when they pass from this world. But countless wars are fought with no end or resolution in sight. It is said that were all share this name also shares the same fate Eternal Life. Life with out an end is truly a sad life, with absolutely nothing to lose there is no thrill or even a worth of many things, well at least for me it is.

My Father Furia Oscura the Twentieth was a noble man who had fallen in love with a young women with a strange holy glow that seemed to purify his heart, for the only time he smiles is when he was around her. That woman was my mother, i have no memories of being held by my mother or even the sound of her voice, just the sad look on her face the day she had to flea from the town during the war of the Oni.

Though i am consider young amongst my people i have no happiness nor even love in my heart, I feel like an hollowed out tree that is good for nothing.
The thought of being good for absolutely nothing is the thing that pains me the most, i have an eternity to complete what ever i was put on this earth to do.

Since day my mother died 16 years ago ,not even one Oni sighting or war was fought. & for 16 years i trained with my Father & his ancestors Martial Arts, but something strange happened recently. The first thing is that i can recall that my have some reasoning to my problem is that I had a dream of an Phoenix colliding with my body engulfing me in red hot flames.The strange thing is that i woke up & my entire body is hot, the clothing & the ground around me was scorched with very ominous markings that resembled feathers of a bird.

The only people in my family that i talk to is my Father & my Grand Father. They are to the only ones in my family & clan who finds it worth there time to talk to someone much younger than they. I told my father of the dream i had & of the the scorch marks on the ground in my room. He didn't have much to say the only information he gave me was that i should just forget it & not inform anyone.
& of course out of respect for my elders i said nothing of the mater until my Grand Father Confronted my about the state of my room, he said jokingly that a room is not a place for bon-fires but the look on his face was more serious than his ton of talking. I didn't want to anger him seeing as he out sized me & out matched me in skill & strength all together not to mention he trained my father martial arts who than taught me though. So with no clue on how to get him to stop glaring at me I sat don on the near buy stool & asked him if he ever had a dream of a Phoenix hitting his body & when he came~to his surroundings were like that of my room.
He, like my father said to forget what happened & tell no one.

As i walked to the meeting room for the Clan i noticed a painting that i never really acknowledged before in my life, the image in the old oil paining at first glace looked like a mountain side consumed with flame but as moved the one candle in the room a little closer I can now see a person in the middle of the blaze laid flat out on the ground. i tried to examine the picture for anything more interesting but I was to clumsy & the flame on the candle hit the side of the old painting. The room was lit up in & orange flame.The Fortunate thing was that we only had stone wall & flooring in the hall, but the painting wilted forward & hit my hand i tried swatting the lit canvass off before it burned my hand but i noticed that the flame did not pain me or even scar my flesh in anyway. But one of the elders rushed to the room asking why does he smell smoke he paused for a moment looked at the wall then looked at me with much hate in his eyes he walked up to me & mumbled u stupid little half breed.

The elder of my family grabbed the hand that was wrapped in burning canvas & rushed out of the room & into my room were he told me not to leave until instructed.
I was to overwhelmed with emotion to make out anything that just happened but the only thing that continued to come up in my mind was that my own distant grand father called me a half breed & looked at me as if i was noting.
What could this mean?