The curse of a man

He was proud of himself from a nobody to a noble, might be a minor one but he was sure that as long as he continued to surve the crown faithfully he could rise higher.
  His new home was beautiful its name befitting as the beautiful green of the lake continued into the castle.
  A wave of power thrashed him to the ground and two figures stood before him raidiating power. One of the figures came forwored, a flame glowing in her hand. The man recognised in her his mother, Nirel, The Dawn Within, one of the Realmborn. The other figure though idandical in face was male and the power coming from him made the man's skin crawl as he got closer, It was Darkakur, The Dusk Beyond, Nirel's counterpart.
  The two spooke as one cursing him for the actions he took, the choice he had made to ignore the rules of his powers. As they spooke a thick fog covered the castle separating him from the world.
  When they finished his mother brought her flame up to his face marking him forever as one who defied the law of the world set forth by The Shapers.
  The smell of the mark would forever hunt him and the mark itself would never heal.
  He would see the outside again but his legacy and line would end with him. The first and last Gtene Fbanian.