My head feels ravaged and dark. It throbs harshly against my skull as I sleep in the chariot.
"Can't we get there any faster? I'm dying here!" I yell lightly, my head hurting more.
They say something, but I cannot hear. I knew I shouldn't have let Allen finish my work for me, but I guess agonizing pain is what I get for whatever Allen did.
I close my eyes and take off my vest, laying it on me like a blanket. I can feel the wind rushing through the chariot, which was damaged by a certain undead dragon's missing fireball against an unknown helper, I presume by the burnt wood and charred paint. I snuggle my face into the pillows, comfortable, and drift into sleep.
The mirror shines before me, seeming to be brighter than before. Allen is not in the mirror, however, so I take a good look at my own self. I get closer to the mirror, seeing odd cracks on it. I lean, nearly on the mirror, to read it. It is incomprehensible, but I feel something off about it. I look back into my own eyes, but my eyes are replaced by the face of Allen.
"Boo!"
I jump back, landing on my behind, "I nearly had a heart attack!"
"Too bad you didn't."
I stare at Allen for a moment. I feel something heavy on my chest, most likely anger. His face suddenly turns into one of horrid surprise.
"What is wrong, Allen?"
"You must wake up. Now," He said in a unusually serious tone.
"How? I usually wait for something to wake me up."
"You frothing idiot! I guess I have to do this then... look through the mirror while I finish this."
"Finish what?" I said to Allen's fading figure. I felt pissed at him for stealing my body once more, but I have no power in this situation.
Lights start to flicker within the mirror as I see the pillows...
I look my chest, covered by a burning piece of the chariot. I quickly put on underwear, seeing the devastated home base. I see bones, scattered around the mountain, with the volcano leaking lava in the background. I knew this day would come.
I run into the mountain-cave, seeing corpses everywhere. The corpses, though, are moving. I should have made him kill her. I take out the knife, quickly deconstructing all of the damn walking cadavers, ensuring they were truly down with a vicious blow to the head. They were already slow, but my grayed surroundings made them somewhat immobile. It still disgusted me to see the dead rising, though, so I make sure none of them can rise again. Most of the ponies, however, are weak compared to me.
My surroundings become colorful again as I rest on the door to the council room, the bodies of some twenty ponies around me. I clean off the knife with my teeth, tasting magic. The magic was horrid, but it wasn't the taste, but the implications. This was no normal necromancy...
The bodies that I had just cut down started to rise again.
This was a spell only we knew about and banned years ago. This was the 'Regenerating Soldier' spell that caused too many problems to emerge from the world. Many of the most powerful mages were those regenerating soldiers, though all of them died.
I continue to cut them down, but they are faster now, and start to actually cut my undefended body.
Except one.
My knife, after cutting through so many bodies, has finally shattered from magical overuse. I grab a plank from the ground, smashing bodies over and over. Then I realized something that caused me grief for a moment before being hit in the back hard. I knew there was only one way to fight this now, but I did not like it. I bit my own arm, forming an odd curved-indention in my arm, and pulsed magic into it. My arm started to vibrate at amazing speeds as it disintegrated...
I watch in tears as I watch Allen, but can not blink. An odd magic pulse has been pushing through my body, keeping it still. Completely still as I watch my fellow members be chopped down like butter over and over again, but that is not what horrifies me. What horrifies me is the pony standing in front of me.
With their bodies, like my arm, in tiny chunks around the room, they are not coming back any time soon. I laugh as I pulse magic to the non-existent line, making my arm's pieces fly together in front of me. I grab my disembodied arm, hearing a scream in front of me. I see a blue mare underneath a strong, undead, stallion. The mare, seemingly alive, kept on hitting the stallion with magic, but magic doesn't effect the dead. I walk over there, gleefully hopping I mean, and grab the stallion by the neck.
'Gerald? Oh why Gerald?!'
Forgot I could hear the child. I quickly bit my arm holding him by the neck, making both him and my arm into confetti for the blue mare. She looks horrified.
"Is there anyone else alive?"
She nods, pointing to the council room. I back away from her, salute her, and skip to the door. I stop halfway, though, for I found a sharp rock. I pick it up and continue going to the doors. Approaching them, I knock politely.
"Princesses? It is me." I say, happily.
I hear the movements of many blocks and stones, chairs and stools, and whatever else could assist in blocking doors. They open up and I am greeted with spears in my face.
"What are you!" A white guard said.
"Don't hurt him," the blue mare said, I assume she is Trixie, but I think that Wright is too gone to ask, "He helped me!"
The guard, Shining Arm if I am right, lets me in, but keeps an eye on me. I wish I had really listened to people's names while watching Wright's life. I look at the almost empty council room, full of only ten ponies at maximum. All of them looking familiar, yet none of them questioning me.
"Where are the princesses?"
"They are fighting off the necromancer."
"Where."
"You can't be serious! They will tear you—"
"Where." I say, stronger.
He looks at me, "They are at the volcano."
I swiftly feel the color slip away from me as I swipe a pike from a guard. I salute them, cutting a circle into my skin. I pulse magic into the loop, making me vibrate at speeds incomprehensible to the normal eye. I use this infinite energy to blast me through the ceiling. Rocks, boulders, fossils, and even pure steel shatters as I easily burn through the mountain for only half a minute before popping out at the peak of it. I look to the volcano, launching myself through the air at break neck speeds. Literally.
My bones keep on shattering over and over, but it is not the pain that bothers me, oh no, but it is the fact that I may lose the one job I have kept for quiet some time because of some bitch who I let live. I smash straight into the ground, feet first, letting the top half of my body land near the necromancer. I quickly pulsate, the flesh of mine coming back to me. It looked like they were having an epic battle right near the volcano's spilling peak. No flow was near us, though, so it was not interesting enough. The goddesses and the necromancer, incredibly slowly, look at me. I wave slowly, but still incredibly fast to them. I stare at the necromancer, watching her slowly cast a spell.
Before she could even move her lips to finish her spell, I move in front of her. I pulse once more, vibrating at the speed enough to disintegrate my own body. I give the necromancer some love, for she seemed lonely, and hugged her. Her soft skin felt only my skin for a few seconds to me, but a brief period to her before she burst into flames. She slowly screamed of agonizing pain as I held her, but it seemed she had planted a supreme heal spell on her. I laugh madly, pushing her away from me, her still on fire but her body not allowing death by her own accord. I pull out the pike from my underpants and write a semi-circle on it. I pulse magic on that and stab it into her.
The pike started to drink away her magic, making me laugh. I grab her face, smashing it into the ground like Wright did. Except infinitely harder. I put my thumbs in her eye sockets, pressing them deep into them, and feeling a surge of magic finally rush into me. She went limp before me as my world started to color around me, but quickly went back to grey as I finished drinking her magic. Before she could even hit the ground, though, I cast her own spell on her.
She arose from the dead, and I could hear her pained cries. I rip off her skull, burning off the bottom of the head to create a scab.
"You will be my new pet, my friend."
I think of the mirror for a while, but nothing happens. I think of wright, but all I hear is static. Interesting.
"Does this mean this is my body now?" I say, time speeding back up as my color returned.
I lay, watching the horrors of Allen. I cringe, feel hatred, and nearly puke from his deeds. But, I can't seem to look away.
And why can't I stop smiling?
I turn to the princesses, all three battle damaged, and laugh.
"What's so funny, servant?" Celestia said with her annoying tone.
"Who is the servant, my dear?" I say, juggling the undead necromancer's head. They look at me with disgust.
"you, Wright, are the servant to us princesses... remember the de—"
"Who is Wright? I am no pony, don't you see?" I spin around, somewhat naked except for my undies and that piece of steel embedded into my chest. I pull it out without any pain.
They are about to refute, but I just point and let my world grey. I stab my finger into the ground and write out a short note in a millisecond. I rise hundreds of thousands of feet off the ground and launch myself to the island's general area. I laugh and cackle, repeating over and over what I had wrote...
"Woah, I fell asleep flying?" I say, looking at Wright. He stares at me with eyes of despair.
"How could you?" He said, his eyes bawling.
"What? The body was mine, so I did what I wanted."
"But, what you did was the worst possible thing to do right now!" He complained, not knowing my genius.
"What is so wrong about it?"
"You just can't go declare war on the Equestrians," he whines, " you have ruined everything I ever worked for!" He screamed through our mind, ricocheting off the infinite plain.
"But I already have, my friend," I stick out my tongue, "Deal with it."
He tries to punch the mirror, but I fade away from his view. I was finally the owner and him the subject.
I see the island far in the distance.
"The tepuis look beautiful during the sunset." I say, smiling at my soon-to-be subject's home.
"You bastard!" Screamed Wright, ruining my view.
"Yes, bastards are everywhere, my friend, even in your own head!"