Bendian Burrowfoot

The mother used to call me Bendi...but once she told me my name is Bendian. But ever since the magic showed itself, I call myself Sparky. We grew up in a small underground cave not far from the giant trees. Mother died before we were old enough to know our way around outside very well. Then after my three sisters got sick and died, i decided I wasnt staying in that cursed cave anymore. I took to petty thievery just to stay fed for a few moon cycles, always staying in the shadows and treetops. One cold and damp night I couldnt for the life of me get my tinder to strike true. I put my hands to my face in frustration and as I grated my teeth I noticed the smell of burning hair. Low and behold I had caught my hair on fire...wondring how the fire had appeared with no strinking of the tinder, I recalled lullabies in which the hero halfling could summon the magic from their blood...or something like that is how it went. Curious, I grated my teeth once more and concentrated all my thought on burning a small stick. And Poof! The smallest spark leaped from my finger tips and cindered out. From that day fourth my powers have continued to progress, although nothing more than the smallest of cantrips I have learned they are called. Now I wonder the dark, aimlessly trying not to become a meal, or worse...