Of Wayward Winds

A young boy of nine sniffed as tears fell from his eyes. He was alone, so alone. He never belonged anywhere. He was just alone. A poor little boy, lost in the woods, waiting for what kills him first.

'You're a cursed child!'

'You shouldn't have been born!'

'You're nothing but a defected clone! A defect that should have been destroyed a long time ago!'

The voices, the stares. He could still feel them. Forcing himself to drag his little frame, the boy looked at the city's Giant tree. He has no place in this world. He was just a replacement for his deceased older brother. The only one who accepted him. His best friend, his hero, dead because of his weakness.

'Listen... I want you to have my name. You are my little brother and I don't care what anyone thinks.' His brother said, a boy older than him.

"I... I want to live!" The boy shouted as he looked a the tree, falling to his knees. "I want to be free! I don't... I don't want to be like this anymore!" Tears fell from his eyes like waterfalls. He hated it! He just wanted it all to end.

"Oh my?" A figure said from atop the tree. He was dressed in green and white, having a youthful face. Blue eyes stared at the boy as he looked down at his lyre.

The boy reminded him of someone else. His dear friend.

"So you want to be free?" He said as he looked at the boy with a kind smile. It has been a long time since he gained his Gnosis and even arrived in this world. With her collecting them and this boy wanting the strength to be free. Yes, yes! A way for him to help others and secure his treasure. Maybe for a way to free his friend Dvalin.

Smiling at his plan, the bard gently glided down towards the ground. The power of Anemo, freedom, and wind, condensed in front of him in a beautiful queen piece, glowing a bit duller than it used to like it was drained of its power

Landing on the ground, the bard smiled as he used the power of winds and song to calm the boy and make him sleep. Gently covering him with the wind to soothe and protect, the bard pressed the queen piece on his chest.

"May the wind guide you, little one." The bard said with a smile as he disappeared, leaving behind a handheld harp and a book for the boy and a letter containing the will of a thousand winds.

"Rex!" A young man with long blonde hair shouted as he saw the boy, his green eyes looking at the boy in relief as he picked him up.

"It's okay, Great-grandpa is here." The man said as he gently carried the boy on his arms while bringing the lyre, book, and letter with him, not caring for anything else but the safety of the boy that was his great grandson.