Origin Tale
Written and edited in under 2 1/2 hours and probably one of my best works thus far with just how simple yet detailed it is. This is the Origin story of my fursona.
Born, Kaeso Acilius Falconius, the first son to well respected general of the legion and a servant of his house near the turn of BC to AD. Shortly before his birth, Kaeso's father was killed in battle, and was left to be raised by his servant mother. Who continued to serve under the widow. All his life, he grew up with a shadow over him. A bastard son. Though most either didn't care or respected his father to much to say anything to disrespect the family line. Growing up, his mother and the family she served spoke fondly of his father and how his death was a lose to the legion. A lose, that he felt the need to fill. That need drove him to pick up the sword at a young age and train with it. Most of his free time being devoted to learning the ways of the sword.
Once he became of age, out of respect for his father, he joined the legion and rose in the ranks. Becoming known as the 'Soldier of the Dead'. A nickname given because of his skill with the sword and his respect for the dead. Never leaving a man behind the lines, not even a dead one. It has gotten him in trouble on more then one occasion when he has disobeyed orders to collect a corpse. Feeling that a dead man, good or bad, deserves a proper burial. Rather then being left as a feast for the wild.
After a time, he left the legion, and returned home to his mother. He put away his weapons and armor, and picked up reins and saddle. Taking his military fortune and his mother away to work at their own stable. A dream of his mothers that she wanted since she was a little girl. Spending a good few years of his life training and raising horses for the common folk and the legion.
The military called upon him to pick up his sword once again, and escort a high value prisoner who was to be executed. That prisoner, would later be known as the savior of mankind. He bore witness to the would be saviors punishment, which did not come at the demands of state or senate, but at that of the people. He stood by him and tried his best to make his passing as painless as possible. Committed to his duties as escort until the man was finally placed upon the cross.
Something called him to stay with the man until his ultimate end, he wasn't sure what. He remained nearby for a few days where he learned what he had to teach. All of which came to an end when a soldier came along with a spear to bring the last part of the execution to the prisoner. He stopped the soldier and took his spear. The same thing that called him to stay now called him to be the one to spear the prisoner and end his torment.
"Forgive me, I don't know what calls me to do this. But my your soul find peace."
With that, he speared the man in the lung. The prisoners death assured and his task done. He returned home and spent the last of his days caring for his mother and his horses. He got himself a beautiful wife as well, though wasn't blessed with any children. His life filled with joy.
Many years later, at the end of his years, he gave everything he had to that of his assistant. Knowing he wasn't longed for this world much longer and would soon join his mother, his wife, and his father. So he thought. On his death bed, he was greeted by the prisoner. Who told him that he was being called to serve again, though in a very different way this time. It seemed that his respect for the dead had transcended the veil of life and death. He was being called to serve the dead, and see them safely to their eternal resting place.
His death, brought a new divine into the realm. His mind opened to the truth of the world he now guarded and more. All that he was in life, his name, his face, died so that he may traverse the world as he saw fit. The old nickname of 'Soldier of the Dead' no longer suiting him and his new position. Taking the title of 'Guardian of Lost Souls' and a new form befitting that role. He now travels the space between life and the after life. Seeing the souls of the dead off to their appointed resting place.