Chapter XI: THE LAST BORN'S RISING (3)
JAXON'S POV
Hello, my name is Jaxon, and I am a proud LAST BORN.
Like my fellow brothers and comrades have done, let me take you back to how I came to be a devoted follower of FEROXI. I was what many would call a natural born trouble maker, the type that had a skill and was surprisingly good at it, for me it was music, after a natural disaster struck my village killing almost everybody in it including my parents I had begun roaming the land and surviving cold nights, bandits and other horrors in the forest and in the cities, the disaster which made me an orphan was as a result of the betrayal of Noctyra, after she tried to uproot the Cherry Tree, and now after surviving by myself for years, and picking up a few skills along the way, I made a name for myself, friends and enemies alike called me TrashGod not that I was the god of trash but because of my legendary and I dare say godly ability to "borrow" the contents of your wallets, pouches or purses without you being any the wiser.
Not only was I skilled in pickpocketing - sorry I meant successfully borrowing stuff from people, I was also a very good singer, I don't know when it started but anytime I sing I find this energy that surrounds me very calming, I am able to make my songs slip into the deepest part of your heart and makes you completely calm leaving you none the wiser about what was going on in your environment.
On one fateful night, it was a carnival hosted by one of the nobles of the great houses, a lot of influential people were there and trust me not to miss a gathering of this extent, I duly invited myself to the event with the intent of stealing ahem I mean singing and showcasing my skill to the great people of the grove, during one of my songs I felt this strange feeling of being attuned with someone, looking up it was a man, not just any man, he was one who just by looking at his face you would know he was one who had gone through baptisms of war, a man with an aura that commands respect, and for some reasons I felt like he was a long lost family member, he smiled at me and stood up to leave. The night was long and as I like to tag it successful, I was able to get some gains and at the same time promote my skills, after my performance I heard a rumor that a vault of cognium was somewhere in the premises, as a man of my caliber I had to check it out just to admire the good things that were in it, bypassing the guards was no easy feat if I do say so myself, while on my way to getting to the vault I felt like it was all too easy and somebody had already taken care of all troubles both seen and hidden, but that was not what I was concerned with as I was face to face with the vault of cognium, rumors have it that the vault houses golds and items that will put empires to shame, as I approached the vault, I could have sworn that I heard a voice that told me the steps to take to break the combination of the vault. On entering the vault I was amazed by what I saw, one thing that caught my attention was a lute I saw lying on the floor and for the first time in my life I can say I ignored all the gold cause I had found a missing piece of myself, I felt as if I could not for any reason leave that piece of art just lying there, it felt like a part of my soul had been missing since all this years and now I was just seeing it. I still had one more score to play at the carnival so I guessed if I "borrowed" it there wouldn't be much problem with that. I heard footsteps coming towards my direction and on looking behind me I saw a flash like a shadow moving, I grabbed the lute and bolted straight for the courtyard where the festival was being made, that day as I got to the stage and I put the lute to my lips, I played what I would call the best score of my life, while I was playing I felt I could infuse my emotions into my song and change the frequency of the sound, weirdly I began to gain knowledge about the lute. Vulture bandits struck, they attempted to steal from the vault, I mean why would somebody try to steal from the vault of a god, children this days no longer got any manner **shakes his head**, on seeing that the security of the carnival was super tight they took an hostage, a little girl that was where I drew the line in my own vice, the vulture bandits were known to always kill children as sacrifice to some demon of the void so there was no chance I was letting them leave here alive, as I was about to attack them, I saw that man I saw at the beginning running with speed that rivalled the wind itself, with just a slash of his sword more than half of the bandits were no longer able to enjoy the gift of life, he then spoke to me with a deep, calm, clear and commanding voice "I have been watching you Jaxon, you are chaos incarnate, one ready for war. So now I want you to use your lute to break anyinvisibility spell that may be around, I trust you", confused as I was, I obeyed him, I begun to play a very distorted and chaotic tune and to my surprise I could hear the shattering of spells, unknown to me the vulture bandits still had a lot of their warriors hidden with an invisibility spell, and with my ballad of blunder as I like to call it, their spell was broken as the frequency of the tune interfered with that of their spell. After a very bloody battle with the mysterious man telling me occasionally to play some specific tunes in a specific way, we finally drove them all off. I used music to disrupt spells, and do other things I didn't know was possible, later the mysterious man came to me and introduced himself as Kyle Bradd, the High Warrior, Oracle and the First of the Last Born, he told me that I had caught the attention of the great Feroxi the god of war and he has bestowed me with his mark and blessed me with powers, he gave me a quick explanation about the gods, specters, and other entities currently in the grove, he handed me my current best friend, a pocket gremlin, it was a tiny mechanical owl, he said it was my gift for assisting him today.
As he was going I knew I didn't want to miss this opportunity cause I finally knew how to apply my skills however bad they may sound in a good way and moreover I felt a connection deeper than what I couldn't explain when with him, I begged him to take me and teach me how to fight, he smiled and gestured for me to follow him, now I use my skills to infiltrate enemies guilds as a bard hiding daggers in my superb cloak, collecting intel with my little krito (pocket gremlin) and using my sweet tune to put specters to eternal sleep. I met with other Last Born and finally knew what direction my life was supposed to take, you could say I found purpose and also a family.
I DECIDED TO TAKE THE KNEE FOR FEROXI AND FIGHT EVERY ENEMY OF THE GROVE AND PROTECT THE CHERRY TREE WITH THE LAST OF MY BREATH.
Abilities
Aura of Feroxi (Domineering aura of war)
Ballad of Blunders (Disrupt magic frequency and shatters spells)
Pocket Gremlin (Tiny mechanical owl that steals Intel)
Lute of Chaos (A lute "borrowed" from the vault of cognium that could be infused with emotions, a lute that weaponized laughter)