Rackor Backstory

Rackor was once just a normal member of his small tribe of Dragonborn until the night he became of age. Things would change for Rackor drastically from his normal daily routines.
  He would spend his early days learning the trades of the hunter with the guidance of his father. Tracking animals, setting traps, survival skills in the wild. Skins and hides of animals he trapped, were then learned to fashioned into all sorts of useful things such as clothing, rugs, Tent exteriors, and more. Though these are the skills his father wished Rackor would learn, Rackor started to grow weary of his daily routines. He felt there was more to life then just surviving. More to the world around him. Things to be discovered and learned about.
  Then came that fateful night. There was a terrible stirring deep in his mind as he slept that night. Something that had been buried deep within his ancestral past had awoken within him. Visions of Fire and Lightning swarmed his mind. It was utter chaos. Fire and Lightning everywhere, surrounding everything. Though something was there in the midst of all that chaos.
  He could see it. Some sort of sphere. It seemed untouched by the madness that toiled around it. As his mind approached this object, he could sense something emanating off it. It felt powerful, yet alluring. He felt he had to touch it.
  Rackor suddenly awoke from this very real dream. Screaming. Why is there screaming. His tent. It was on fire, and beginning to collapse around him.  He escaped the tent only to see a greater sight. The village was on fire everywhere. People were talking about a chaotic storm.
  Injuries were numerous, though most were just minor burns and scrapes, there were others that were not so lucky. The village was in shambles. It would take weeks to repair the damage. The thunder he learned came down fast and furiously, though looked more like fire as it struck. It ended just as suddenly as it appeared.
  In the following months, Rackor noticed some strange things happening, as well as the deep thought of, 'there's more to this world," became drastically amplified. He learned that he had the ability to channel fire and had learned to channel magical power into some simple spells.  This is when he began to realize it. What he had done. What some of it meant.
  The storm, the one that caused all that trouble, those injuries. Was it. Could it have been. "Was that storm my fault?" That question echoed through his mind. He had to know. He had to find an answer.
  Rackor bid farewell to his family, friends, and to several others. He was off on a journey to find the answers to a question he does not want the village to know until he was sure. Was that storm his fault, and what is the meaning behind that powerful object.