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// Thoughts of the Elementals: 0.4 
// Story: Elementals 
// by Parodox 
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Fleeze



Fleeze has memories... memories before the hunger, before everything looked so shiny and pretty and sparkly and...what was Fleeze talking about again? Oh yes, before the hunger. Fleeze cannot remember much, but Fleeze does remember faces. Faces that resemble my kind of race. I should know their names, but Fleeze does not remember. Fleeze wants to remember so bad, it feels like something very important to Fleeze but Fleeze cannot remember it. It is very bothersome, like an inch Fleeze cannot scratch.

Fleeze try's to ignore the images, they can't be that important. But they still keeping popping up, always appearing inside Fleeze's head. Fleeze wonders who they were, maybe they were some Dogs Fleeze ran into in Fleeze's past years, or maybe they were fools who sought to oppose Fleeze and Fleeze destroyed them for trying to stop Fleeze. But whoever they are, Fleeze wants to know their names. Cause if Fleeze knows their names, then Fleeze can find out who they are, and make the stupid images go away.

Name. What is a name? Is a name a way we address one another? Actually, now that Fleeze thinks about it, that is what name's are for. It must be nice to have a name. Fleeze had a name once, before the hunger, before the need to have it all. Fleeze wonders what his name once was, maybe it was Rover, or Snoopy, or Fido, or something moronic. But whatever it was, Fleeze misses it.

Because what Fleeze truly wants, more than anything in the world, is EVERYTHING






Drax



This is a strange world. A strange world filled with strange creatures. Strange creatures driven by strange forces that make them do strange things that I fail to understand.

I hate it

I hate them

There was a pony I called my friend, a Unicorn who preferred to use her fists, er, hooves instead of her magic. A mare who didn't mind getting into a tussle with us Minotaurs. It was what made this mare our friend. She may have had the appearance of a Pony, but she had the spirit of a Minotaur. But it was that spirit that made her despised by other Ponies, and it was their despising ideals that led to her death.

She died. She died because she tried to protect me. She didn't deserve death, it should've been me. But now, now she's gone and I'm filled with only...

Rage

It was my rage that drove me to kill Warden, I had no regrets though for my actions. In the immortal words of Atrocitus the Butcher,

"Those who take Life, deserve to lose it."

I can't help but laugh at the irony of that statement.






Gideon



I never wanted to be a prince. I never wanted to be born with this kind of weight on my shoulders. I didn't ask for this, but Fate can be so cruel. I avoided my royal duties and spent most of my time with the soldiers. I would train, and learn, to fight and lead. But I was still recognized as a prince, and as a prince the soldiers had no choice but to obey my every command. It didn't feel right, commanding someone with an authority I did not earn. Why would anyone just follow a leader because of his bloodline? It was wrong, and I was not about to abide it.

I decided to abandon my princehood and became a soldier. There, I gained my soldiers loyalty and respect. They did not see me as a prince, but as their friend, and that was all I ever wanted.

As I grew older, my mother showed me the iron throne. A throne filled with swords from Emperors past, and one day, my sword would rest beside them. My mother told me that the day the crown rests upon my head will be on my wedding day, and on that day, when that piece of gold, silver, and jewels rests upon my head, I will become a puppet to the Griffins. My strings pulled by the monsters known as Ponies.

I cried that night, knowing once more that I was doomed to a cruel and unfortunate fate. I learned that night who the true monsters of this world were, and I decided not to not be afraid of them. We will not be afraid of these wolves that hide in sheeps clothing. I will grow strong, I will make them know what it means to be used and pushed underneath ones boot. They will know my fury and wrath.

They will know Fear






Scorpan


My father called me odd. My mother called me special. My brother called me Bastard. I call myself, a Gargoyle.

I wasn't like my brother Tirek, I wasn't born with magic like he was. But I was born with wings, and I would always fly high into the sky everyday to escape the crushing weight of the world. I would rest my head upon a cloud and dream of sweet memories. I thought about bringing a cloud down to my brother, so that he too could calm his stress and terrible heartache. But alas, he refused my gift and swatted it away as though it were nothing.

It is said that we do not choose our brother's, but instead they choose use. I have a feeling this is quite true, but a brother is a brother, and, like it or not, Tirek was mine. When Tirek left, I followed him because that is what brother's do. It was not because of what he held inside of him, but because he was the closest thing to family I had. But when we met the ponies, I found a new friend I could call family.

You should've seen their faces, they looked so scared and terrified of my brother and I. They cried out for the two sisters, and in an instant two Alicorns appeared. They offered us a home, food, and water, and in return we just needed to be peaceful to others. Something which was my specialty.

I found the open sky's more crowded than in the Badlands, the Pegasi had never seen a creature like me fly before. But their confused looks turned into acceptance as they welcomed me as one of their own. The Earth Ponies also warmed up to me as I helped plow their fields and grow their crops. But the Unicorns were the opposite of their other two kin, they were more isolated and distant. Just like Tirek.

The time soon came when Tirek was going to attack the ponies and steal their magic, flight, and strength. He wanted my help but I would take no part in his act of violence. I warned the two sisters and they used their powerful magic to seal away Tirek. But I fear that my action may have caused the world to be twisted into the monster it is now. The Unicorns told the Ponies that the other races could not be trusted, that they were too chaotic and uncontrollable. The Ponies said that they were the masters of this world and that all other races were to bow before their godlike power.

It was on that day that the world became subjugated to the ideals of racism, inequality, and cruel rule. I had to fix it, I had to make things right. But before I could do anything, the Ponies I once called friends saw me as a monster. They believed that I had aligned myself with Tirek and that I should've been imprisoned beside him.

With a broken heart, and tears in my eyes, I left Equestria. But I swore that I would create a world of equality one day, and that day will be soon upon us.