The Start
*****Desolate Storm*****
The whistling wind howls through bare branches, screaming melancholy and distress at the assault. Shadows play and dance between their bare arms across the barren Forrest floor, illuminating a curious scene. The moon, purple, an ever omnipresent eye.
Undulating beneath the soil cracks and fissures spread throughout an area of 40 feet. Slowly rising from the ground, assaulted by an unknown energy, ascends a fiery purple and orange crystal, an inner light beating slowly.
Change is coming.
*****present*****
Breathing heavily and with a sense of dread Jinx sat up in bed, cold sweat running down his spine and terror filling his eyes.
There it was again. The thing that had periodically called out to him in his dreams, leaving him close to death inducing panic every time, the constant desire to protect something unreal staggering his breath. This time, there was a new sensation though, urgency.
Jinx had always been different than most people, different in his own ways. A small example would be his raven blue cropped hair that never seemed to grow, or the fact that his eyes were the richest amber you could ever have hoped to have found. People who knew him had the uncanny misfortune of having the worst happen.
Standing at about five foot ten (1.7m??) Jinx was lanky and tan at 16 years old a testament to his lack of residency within the town of Cerebus, a 3 tier town with the echelons and rich at the top, with the filth raining down below. Jinx preferred to sleep on the ring skirting the third layer outside of the dump raining down from the cities above, risking moon burn in order to avoid most falling excrement, the heavy purple eye ever present, floating too closely in the sky.
*****the storm*****
As Jinx lay reminding himself of everything he ever wished to accomplish while dodging a few stray missiles (excrement pushed by the wind laden with disease and waste), the metal plating underneath his back began to vibrate softly instantly causing a sensation of fear to rumble through Jinx. Flipping onto his stomach and pressing his ear against the metal plating while observing his surroundings the vibrations grew louder and the horizon grew dark. It was coming, yet there was no alarm.
Without a second thought Jinx sprinted towards the mast leading towards the upper levels of the city shouting the whole way, the citizens of the third warily making space. In the third its easier to die than it is to breath so they simply moved to the sife to avoid the crazy man running. No reward was worth a life. At the lowest level there are no guards just citizens hoping for a reward for doing a service, and even they seeing the frantic state of Jinx, ran in the wrong way past him.
[Idiots] Jinx muttered, as he continued to leap and throw himself up the ladder leading towards the second level of the city.
Normally you would need a pass to enter but Jinx simply busted the lock with his shoulder while continuing to shout his warnings.
Stunned Guards playing cards moments ago now warily carresed their weapons. "No time!" Jinx nearly vomits, his eyes blood shot from the exertion of forcing open a charmed lock.
"Shadow snatchers!!" With a convulsion Jinx shook slightly in pain from his dislocated shoulder before sprinting towards the mast again as the guards hesitated a moment too long, screams began to filter up from the open hatch door, prompting a surly man to fire a crossbolt at Jinx who was half way up to the first layer and ascending quickly. The man blanched as he realized how fast Jinx was ascending easily outpacing the distance he could compensate for with his bow.
Glancing back Jinx noticed the bolt falling short of him. "It's your unlucky day!" He just grumbled with a flick of his finger redirecting the bolt back towards the man. He wasn't called Jinx for no reason... since birth this man was cursed, called a Jinx by his own father.
*** 15 years earlier ***
At a year and a day something awoke within this strange toddler with the azure hair and amber eyes. The colors, life, and luck around him seemed to do diminish in his presence. Live stock died from disease, and the crops failed to reach fruition. Esmera, the doting mother of Jinx assumed that was just their luck and paid that much more attention too Jinx. Secretly his father resented him though, and in his heart named the baby Jinx. The cause of their downfall and the issues befallen the homestead. Esmera fell ill on Jinxs second birthday, her quickly declining health insuring the fathers hatred of the child.
Jinx was originally born on the plains surrounding the 3 tiered city cerebus, his family was one among countless supplying the food and support to carry the weight of a 3 tiered hierarchy city, his family humble but gifted, they led a prosperous life in the plains until the birth of their downfall.
*** present ***
With the flick of the finger the arrow swiftly grazed the ground before whipping around and tearing through space towards its origin. With a heavy gasp Jinx kept running though sweat was starting to drip from his brow. With every step he took he unleashed countless traps , his energy running a mad black color, causing the surrounding earth to char and crack. He couldn't hold out much longer, but he was prepared to utilize every ounce of himself to send whoever was tormenting and following him to hell as well.
Before he could turn and see who it was Jinx tripped on the root of an old willow and fell face first into a dark smoking hole., the uppermost tier of the city was strategically placed so that it was the largest of the three levels with the most wealth and resources available for those who could accommodate the lifestyle of the strong and the cost of such benefits.
*****
Searing agony
*where am i* Jinx looks around dazedly, feeling the rocks beneath his back trying to pierce his skin. Above him lay the all seeing disk. Confusion hit first. *The first is supposed to be perfect* Jinx thought in a daze before returning to his current situation - there's a storm coming. Before he could gather the rest of his senses, the city vibrated softly, them trembled, and suddenly the sky was filled with shrieking wind and violent elements.
Within Jinx pointed at the opening of the hole and mentally prepared for the outcome. With a last flick of his finger the opening collapsed and buried Jinx beneath a pile of rubble.
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