Hands of Fate: A Wayward Mage Prequel

Fitting in has never been in the cards. Not part of the hand Fate dealt me.
My superpower is animals, magical and otherwise. They adore me. Birds and insects too. Back when the Celts still roamed the Highlands, I begged them to shed light on how I came to be since my power is unique.
You can guess how well that went. They're a taciturn, entitled lot. I didn't shed a single tear when they packed up and left Earth.
Other mages don't care for me. They don't trust my one-of-a-kind magic. On my mo...