Faustus and the Last Giant
Born in 60 CE in Pompeii Rome, Faustus was abandoned at a young age by his parents. On his own and not even knowing his name, Faustus became a street urchin. He scavenged and stole food to survive for most of his childhood. When food began to get harder to obtain Faustus attempted to steal a gold lyre from the Temple of Apollo. He was discovered by a worshiper who warned Faustus that stealing the lyre would anger the god, plaguing him with horrible luck. Instead of stealing the lyre, Faustus stayed as an unofficial caretaker of the temple. Faustus slept beneath its tall arches and ate part of the food offered to Apollo. He did not necessarily worship this god, though he would care for the temple that housed him. One night Faustus was visited in his sleep by the god of music and prophecies himself. Calling him “Guardian of the Lyre,” Apollo showed to Faustus a vision of Herculaneum being swallowed in fire by a monster from the time of the Greeks. Apollo told “the Guardian” about the great vanquishing of the giants, and how Hercules was able to kill them because he was a mortal. One giant remained, and has taken refuge in Mt. Vesuvius.
“I have a quest for you, mortal,” said Apollo. “If you bring down the last of the giants I will bestow upon you a gift unattainable by even Jupiter himself. I will give to you luck greater than any being that has drawn breath. Luck so strong that its power is unimaginable.”
Faustus questioned his claim to such a quest; “I am nothing more than a peasant, living within your temple, and eating from your food. I do not believe that I am worthy of such a quest, for I have no traits that deem me as great.”
“You have heard my tales, drank from my sea of song, and eaten from both my food and my knowledge. You are as worthy a champion as any.” After accepting the god of prophecies’ quest Apollo gave Faustus the name attributed to him today.
“The terrain to the top of the mountain is treacherous and long,” said Apollo. “I will give to you a tool to aid you on your journey.” From within his robe Apollo produced a long curved stave. “The safest path to the top is the one least traveled. This path is steep and sheer; but this stave can grasp the furthest of trees, easing your climb.”
Faustus awoke from his sleep and before him stood his hooked stave, erect from the stone floor.
Faustus traveled up Mt. Vesuvius to vanquish the giant Hunfridus