“When I was a foal I was very, very, poor and the only living family I had was my crippled Grandfather. We were so poor that we couldn’t even afford our own house and had to live in abandoned buildings. I spent every day doing whatever I needed to survive and One day I was walking about the streets looking for ponies to pick pocket when I saw it. Right there in the bower’s workshop mounted to the window was my crossbow. Now back then this crossbow was amazing, it was pure masterwork, some might argue that it was possibly above masterwork. It was encrusted with opals and all the metal parts were platinum, it was amazing. Now, to an impoverished foal such an astonishing item would blow one’s mind, and it did but It’s not like I could ever dream of having enough money to buy such an amazing weapon. So, Years went by and the owner of the store never sold my crossbow, and I of course wasn’t dumb enough to steal from an arms dealer. But one day long after I had grown up and became a stallion…”
Jaxler broke eye contact with Granite and put his hoof on his scar.
“Things erm… happened and I woke in the street. Everything was… burning and I had a hole in my side. I laid on the ground watching my world burn to the ground as I die. But as I was just about to give up and keel I remembered that you can burn wounds shut. I Managed to somehow sear myself shut, and then I blacked out. When I woke up I honestly thought I had died and gone to hell and I still think that I might have. I had spent my entire life in that town and all I could see was ashes. At that point I got up and started staggering through the streets when I stumbled upon what used to be the the bower’s workshop. When I looked at the place I noticed something. Still mounted to the shattered window was my crossbow completely unharmed. I walked over and took it down and stared at it for what seemed be an eternity. Then after staring at it I carved the words “19th of opal, 228” which was the date. after that I…”
He cuts himself off before he continued.
“I guess, years of misuse abuse and overuse have taken its toll on my crossbow and now it's in disrepair and hardly even works."