The Story of my Past

     I was born deep in the jungles long ago.  My family lived in a city of ancient ruins erected in honor of my ancestors.  The villagers that lived there worshiped my people because they knew of our powers.  They knew we were demigods, so they stayed away out of fear.  That always troubled our people, but we thought if we let humans into our lives that everything we knew would be destroyed.  The village fascinated me, however and I wanted to somehow change the way the villagers looked at my people.  I wanted us to be friends. 
     Being the only cub of the King and Queen of Tigers, I had a wonderfully spoiled lifestyle.  My mother and father gave me everything, and still today I want it all.  I grew up in a very loving environment and as soon as I was old enough I would often journey to the village just below the ruins where we lived.  The villagers knew me and began to call me Mirri, which they said meant 'Mirror of Affection'.  They told me that my name was a special blassing, and that I would always by nature reflect the affection an individual showed me, sort os making me a living, breathing version of  'treat others as you would expect to be treated'.  They told me the legends and lore of their people, and I told them about mine.  My father saw what I was doing and hesitantly approved saying he was proud I was helping to strenghten the relationship between the villages and my people.  I met a mage in the village who I will not name for his own safety.  He and his wife taught me many things and helped me to perfect my magical self.  I spent years under his supervision growing into a wonderful mage myself and bringing his teachings to my fellow tigers in the ruins.  He even taught me the wonderful blessing of immortality.  Life was wonderful for my and my people, until one fateful night...
     I was startled awake one night by a bright, orangeish light.  I looked around and after my eyes had adjusted to the light I realized the ruins my people called home were on fire, along with the jungles surrounding them.  I jumped up and ran through the ruins, looking for my mother and father, but they were no where to be found.  I saw no one, and I was so scared that everyone had died.  Quickly I ran through the fires, yelping in pain as my fur was singed.  I ran toward the village as fast as my four little paws could carry me, for I was still a fairly young for a tiger.  When I got there, I saw that the village had been burned out as well leaving many dead.  My mage friend saw me and came to my aid, sweeping me into his arms and teleporting me to a second place, a magical castle.  There he tended to my wounds and kept me until I was able to be alone again.  He did not tell me much about that night except that we were the sole survivors and that strangers had come into the village and started the fire which spread into the jungle.  He told me he had feared that all my kind were dead, but was overjoyed to find that I had made it out alive.
     I have roamed the jungles ever since then, searching.  I know not what I am searching for, but I know that it is out there.  Sometimes I find stones in the bottom of pools of water.  Stones colored translucent ice blue, just like my eyes.  When I hold them, I am reminded of my family in some way.  I think that if I gather enough of these stones I will be able to be at peace with my painful past and stop my endless searching.  I still have nightmares of that night.  Nightmares so realistic that I feel I am back in the jungles running for my life.  Then I awaken and realise it was only a nightmare and that I am lucky to have escaped, even if it was only becuase of the immortality blessing.