The Journal of Nathan: Prologue

Ok, how do I put this... I guess I'll start by saying my name, Nathan Oruddane. I live in the small villiage of Karden, in the diverse, but small country of Malleeden. I may look like a normal guy, with red spiky hair, green eyes, 5 ft 11 in. in hight, but I'm not normal. I'm not even human, and even I didn't know that at first.
In fact, I'm still learning new things about who and what I am. I'm starting this journal to collect all that I know of my identity, and trying to get through all the confusing parts. I hope that my journal will help me make sense of everything. I'm lucky that I still remember every word I heard, and most of everything I experienced. Still, I hope that this can save the world too.
Everything about what I am started thousands of years ago, but I will start with how I got involved. Anyone reading this will have to discover the truth of it as I learned it. It started with a man carrying a package. He is delivering this package to the only safe he could think of by horse. His package is his most precious possession.
He drives his horse to the brink of exhaustion, hoping that his possession doesn't fall into the pursuing knights behind him. Through a perilous forest he gallops, branches slashing at his clothes and his horse. He looks back breifly to see that he is not gaining any ground. He drives his steed even further.
After hours of the chase, and hours of following a long forgotten route, he finally finds the location. It is a small secluded villiage, peaceful and calm. He enters the house of his sister and quickly delivers his package to her. Relief overcomes his face as he realizes that his pursuers were lost. Still, he takes off into the night, never to seen from that villiage again.
The sister examines the package to see a baby with short red hair, crying. She starts to mourn for her brother and takes her nephew into her care. To be raised as a young man in a small isolated villiage. That's what my Aunt told me when I asked who my real parents were and how I came to be in this small boring villiage.
So that's my beginning, but that's not the only event in my past to define who and what I am today. The next was when I was 6 years old. I was bored out of my mind at the villiage. I was walking through the forest, more like hiking. Either way, I had no destination in mind.
As I was walking around I came across a hooded figure. The clothing was a blend of several shades of green. This figure's face was completely hidden by the hood, but I just knew I could trust this person. When I came to the figure out of curiosity, the figure turned to me.
Without saying a word, and with unparralelled speed, the figure came to me, and gave me a strange amulet. At first glance it looks like a normal necklace, but in closer examination, one will not the wolf head hanging from a thin, golden string. When I looked up from scanning the amulet, the figure was gone.
So far, those are the only events I know of that define my identity. I would like to tell you everything at once, but I think it's best if I start out how I learned everthing. Recording events like this will help us all a lot. So As I begin more recent events, I will describe everything as honestly as I can according to my perspective.