Luciens POV:
As the moon hung high in the night sky, casting its ethereal glow over Eldoria, the old geezer, or rather, my grandfather, Heinrich Agar, sought me out for a purpose. His presence alone seemed to carry a weight of centuries past, hinting at secrets buried deep within the annals of our family's history. With a solemn expression, he began to unravel the intricate tapestry of the Agar lineage, a narrative woven with threads of destiny and power.
"Lucien," he began, his voice tinged with a sense of gravity, "there are truths that only you, as the heir of our bloodline, can bear witness to." With a knowing look in his eyes, he delved into the annals of time, tracing back to the pivotal year of 1945, when the world teetered on the brink of transformation.
In that tumultuous era, humanity grappled with the existence of monsters and the emergence of quirks, confined within fortified boundaries to defend against the encroaching darkness. Yet amidst the chaos, one family stood as a beacon of hope, their legacy intertwined with the very fabric of history – the Agar family.
With each word, my grandfather unveiled the untold saga of our ancestors, illuminating the path that led to our present existence. He spoke of the Agar's mastery of Armament quirks, their prowess in wielding weapons imbued with supernatural abilities that defied the limitations of mortal men.
However, amid the illustrious ranks of the Agar stood one figure, a blacksmith whose skill surpassed all others – a legend in his own right. Known for his unparalleled craftsmanship and unwavering resolve, he wielded a quirk of extraordinary power known as "Umbrify."
Through the depths of shadow, he conjured ethereal energies from the darkness itself, shaping them into formidable weapons of war. His mastery over Umbrify elevated him to a status of unparalleled significance during the turmoil of war, his creations turning the tide of battle in humanity's favour.
Amidst the chaos of battling monsters and the relentless struggle for survival, Fritz Agar wielded his powers with valour and determination. Yet, despite his efforts, it became increasingly evident that his abilities alone were not enough to subdue the ever-growing threats that loomed over humanity. Faced with this harsh reality, Fritz made a fateful decision to embark on a journey of refuge with his remaining family members.
Together, they ventured into the unknown, seeking sanctuary in a distant and untamed land, which would later come to be known as the humans' last bastion against the encroaching darkness – Evergale. In the heart of this burgeoning sanctuary, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, Fritz Agar found a glimmer of hope for a better tomorrow.
Fritz Agar, with his formidable powers, stood as a beacon of hope amidst the chaos of an era plagued by monsters and uncertainty. As a founding member of the Executioners Squad and later as a captain, he wielded his abilities with courage and skill, suppressing threats and saving countless lives. Yet, with the weight of years upon him and weary of the ceaseless turmoil, Fritz yearned for a respite from the battles that had defined his existence.
In pursuit of tranquility, Fritz made a momentous decision to leave behind the strife of Vanguard and seek solace in a distant, nameless city. Here, amidst the quietude of a place untouched by the ravages of war, he established a haven of peace and serenity, christened Zenthia. With its rolling hills and whispering forests, Zenthia became a sanctuary where Fritz could finally find solace and reprieve from the burdens of his past.
As the Agar family followed Fritz into the uncharted territories of Zenthia, they sought to carve out a new home in the wilderness, far from the shadows of their past. With determination and resilience, they laid claim to the land, forging a community where they could rebuild and thrive. In the tranquil setting of Zenthia, amidst the serene beauty of nature, Fritz Agar returned to his cherished craft of blacksmithing.
Yet, fueled by his newfound abilities and driven by a desire to unlock their full potential, he delved deeper into the mysteries of his quirk. Years passed, marked by the rhythmic clang of hammer against anvil as Fritz toiled away in his forge. His dedication bore fruit in the form of a creation that surpassed all expectations – a masterpiece unrivalled in its craftsmanship and ingenuity.
With the completion of his magnum opus, Fritz Agar unveiled his masterpiece to the gathered crowd, their eyes wide with wonder at the sight before them. The bow, known as Starvol, radiated an ethereal glow, its intricate designs mesmerising all who beheld it. As Fritz spoke, his voice resonated with pride and reverence for the weapon he had crafted.
"Behold," he proclaimed, his words carrying across the gathered throng, "the culmination of years of labor and devotion. Starvol, a bow unlike any other, forged with the essence of our lineage."
He explained the extraordinary capabilities of Starvol, how it materialised at the beckoning of its rightful owner, its elusive glow hinting at the untapped potential within. But it was not just its ability to conjure infinite arrows that captivated the audience. Fritz revealed the true marvel of Starvol – the ability for its wielder to harness the quirks of their predecessors, each generation adding to its power and potency.
"Starvol has been born," Fritz declared, his voice ringing with conviction. "A legacy passed down through the ages, a testament to the strength and resilience of the Agar family."
"That great man was my grandfather," the old geezer reminisced, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "I heard many remarkable tales about him from my father when I was but a child. How he sacrificed countless things to pave the way for others to flourish. He embodied the true essence of leadership, a man worthy to guide the Agar family."
Listening intently, I absorbed his words, recognising the reverence in his tone. "That's an extraordinary legacy," I remarked, acknowledging the weight of his words. "But what does this have to do with me?"
With a solemn expression, the old geezer's demeanour shifted, his gaze piercing and intense.
"Every head of the Agar family inherits Starvol, a sacred trust passed down through generations," the old geezer explained, his voice grave with the weight of history. "But it's more than just a weapon. It's a legacy, shrouded in secrecy and steeped in the blood of our ancestors."
He paused, his eyes flickering with intensity. "Your father, like those before him, was taught the story of Fritz Agar and the power of Starvol. But there's a reason this knowledge is kept within the family."
"If the true extent of Starvol's power were to be revealed to the world, chaos would surely follow," he continued, his voice tinged with urgency. "Greed and ambition would lead to untold devastation. That's why only the potential heads of the Agar family are entrusted with this secret."
"We believe in the enduring strength of blood ties," he emphasised, his gaze unwavering. "And in the sacred duty to protect what is ours. Starvol is not just a weapon; it's a symbol of our legacy, bound by the unbreakable ties of blood."he explained. "And so, I stand before you today to bestow upon you the mantle of Starvol."
Shock rippled through me, my mind reeling at the gravity of his words. "What about father?" I questioned, a hint of uncertainty in my voice.
The old geezer's expression turned somber, his eyes reflecting the weight of his thoughts. "You know your father well," he replied cryptically. "Do you believe he is deserving of wielding Starvol?"
Recalling the tumultuous history with my father, clarity dawned upon me. "No," I admitted, conviction firm in my voice. "He should not possess Starvol."
The old geezer's voice resonated with gravity, his words heavy with concern and foreboding. "I have undertaken extensive investigations into Cassius and his actions during his tenure as captain," he began, his tone stoic and serious.
"Regrettably, I must confess my findings have left me disheartened," he continued, his expression clouded with worry. "I fear, with a heavy heart, that I can no longer envision a prosperous future for the Agar family."
Pausing briefly to gather his thoughts, he pressed on, his words carrying a somber weight. "Based on what I've uncovered about your father, Lucien, I am compelled to believe that our esteemed legacy may meet its end far sooner than any of us dare to anticipate."