He was a witch.
Back in his town, having magical capabilities was not something they frowned upon, rather, they were highly desired. He was one of them. The society expected a lot from them, from him. But at one point in his life, he refused to settle his life, just like that.
On one dead night before the town woke from a silent slumber, he packed up and set out with his one true companion, his horse named Alec. He calls Alec his shadow, partially because of his black fur, mainly because Alec was always there whenever he needed him. His younger brother thinks otherwise, though.
His sudden departure shocked everyone. It took a while but eventually they let him go. The absence was forgotten, the wound healed and the gap got filled. He never went back. The decision was not based on any grudge, but for his parents. If he entered his house once, the chances of escaping again were very slim. He didn't want to risk.
He was a man of a wild spirit. He would rather run with the wolves or sing with the canaries. But he loved his parents a lot, and he knew he was loved by them too. So he sent them letters and small gifts each time he visited somewhere new. He promised them that one day, he would come back, but not before satisfying his hunger.
He disguised himself as a singer of a wandering caravan. It was a long story, but a rather short reasoning.
They were in a desparate need of a singer.
He was a lost bird in need of a nest.
So they took him and his horse in.
The caravan consists of a few friendly fellows who travel frequently and make a living by entertaining the villagers or townspeople. He was tall, slender yet stronger than most, with captivating blue eyes and messy brown locks. What was there not to like about him?
They were, however, unaware of his capabilities. He also never mentioned it to them, and he has thanked the God ever since. He learned something harsh.
"They who can manipulate nature, they are not good. They are cursed. They challenge the God. You have to kill such, or they will bring bad luck. They are wicked. They are witches."
But he didn't manipulate, he merely bent the rules a bit. He believed in the God. He worshipped every day ever since his birth. He never bought bad luck, he worked to prevent it. He was not wicked.
He understood that he would never be welcomed, no matter what reasoning he showed. So he decided to hate magic. Day by day, he changed his habit of using his magic. Gradually, he forgot how to cast most spells, how to brew potions, how to read signs.
And every time someone called "Robin", Egan responded.