Synch Side Story

I like being able to express myself. Sometimes I do it in ways that make others look at me strangely. Emilia was a friend that I could truly count on to make me relaxed enough to act freely, however I wanted. There are times when I look up into the sky and wonder if Emilia would be looking down and be saddened by the drastic change in my life. I don't think I'm that free anymore, not like before. I had closed myself off in walls of ambition and study and I haven't stopped to consider those around me. Perhaps Angel, but I selfishly thought more about her abilities than her as a person.

I was a horrible human.

Despite this, I find a relatively new companion that seems to have taken a liking to me. Subdued as she was, the creature was undoubtedly one that was loyal to the core. Possessing dignity, strength of character and a desperate drive to save her kind from extinction, it troubled me a little to know that she still followed me despite that.

Pseudo was a unique changeling. She was a second shadow to me, trailing with a doe-eyed expression that quelled any thoughts I had of suggesting she find a more suitable travelling companion. Though indeed we had similar goals, I wished fervently that Pseudo achieved hers, almost as much as mine.

Still, there was a side to Pseudo I hadn’t been prepared for. It was brought to my attention mere moments after breakfast…

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I was suddenly aware of the ceiling. The ceiling was flat white, but if I stared hard enough I could see the faint granulations of smooth paint over rough mortar that covered the surface. The reason I was staring at the ceiling, was because I had been knocked out of a chair. A chair that I had recently been sitting on.

To be clear, I’m not the clumsy type, I’m a person who can sit well on my own. Many of my Earth friends can attest to that. I give you my absolute assurances on the matter.

Despite the handicap of being pinned down to the ground, I managed to bring my arm around and clamp down on the toast that had previously escaped my grasp.

“You’re not having this, Pseudo. It’s mine.”

Blue eyes glowed ominously. This was probably the first time that I’ve seen her angry, but I persisted in quite literally the face of adversity.

“No,” she said with a pout. “Give it to me.”

The object in question, resided in one of my side pockets. Princess Luna had given me a strange gem. It looked like a sapphire, except that when one peered into its pearlescent depths, by trick of the light or some unknown mechanism, the colours would shift around, making it look as if there was a deep ocean current flowing beneath it. It was a ‘water sapphire’ as Prince Luna had explained when she’d given it to me.

I’d shown it to Pseudo, expecting to see some form of amazement or wonder steal across her features. What surprised me was a sudden lust and the explosive grasping of her hooves. For now, the relative size difference actually helped me in keeping the gem away, but as soon as I let up, Pseudo would be on me in a matter of moments. I had considered bringing it to Princess Luna’s attention, but the matter seemed strangely inconsistent. Sometimes she’d go for the gem, sometimes she wouldn’t. Strange.

A baleful predicament to behold, I’d say.

“Pseudo, what’s the matter with you?” I asked, her normally docile eyes, hard-locked with mine.

“I want it,” she reaffirmed, the full weight of her body pressed on my chest, making it difficult to breathe. “I want it,” she repeated stubbornly.

It was starting to get painful.

“Pseudo…” I groaned. I didn’t want to force her off me, but soon I’d have no choice.

Suddenly, Pseudo froze, then clambered off of me.

She regarded me with wide, apprehensive eyes. She didn’t say anything.

That’s why I couldn’t get mad, either, something was not right, it was compelling Pseudo to act this way.

“I… I think I need help,” she whispered in a voice no louder than a mouse’s footsteps. In that moment there was a horrible silence, one I was afraid of breaking, but knew I had to.

“O-Okay,” I replied and I reached out, almost patting Pseudo on the head. I stopped inches away, before pulling back. I stared at my hand, hating my condition now more than ever. “Let’s go talk to Luna.”

Instead of publishing this, I've decided to keep this as a blog post. My gosh, it's been so long since I've written anything for Synch I've almost forgotten the characterisation of all my characters! Well, I guess you could call this an excerpt, or teaser, but really this is mostly for Kentalian, I wish he/she would publish something too! Anyway, to anyone waiting on me in fixing Synch, sorry, you'll have to wait until I get a break. Sorry!

As always, my submersed readers, thanks for reading!

Comments

[Kentalian]

Gah! How did I not see this!? I loved it as usual, especially Pseudo =D
On another note, I've written stories before, but decided to take them down as I quickly realised how terrible they were. I may take up writing again since it was one of my favourite past times, but I lack the motivation.
Thanks again for your amazing stories, I look forward to more!