//------------------------------// // Rainy Day // Story: My Name is Eris // by megabyte97 //------------------------------// “What am I doing?” I ask the air while sitting on the blood soaked ground. I don’t know how much time has passed but I have calmed down… No, “calm” isn’t the right word… Apathetic is a more accurate term. I can’t hear anything, even the question I just asked. I’ve changed again, I believe I’m a zebra, judging by my striped hooves, but I don’t care. I’ve reached my point, the point that every individual I have met has. The point where one takes the shittastic hand that Life has given them, throws the cards on the table, proceeds to flip the table over, walks away from the table while flipping Life the bird, and after acquiring a tank of gas proceeds to light Life’s house on fire and watch as the building goes up in flames with dead eyes. I am done. Standing up, I look around the remains of the camp I am in. I don’t know what was making camp here, but what is left of the bodies littering the ground are mangled beyond recognition. Bones, feathers, a beak, and few talons and paws are the only pieces that are even remotely intact aside from the broken hide huts scattered around. With a sigh, I pick a direction and simply start walking, leaving everything as it is. I believe I might be deaf in this form as the silence encompases everything and leaves me to my thoughts. ‘Perhaps I should have worded my wish differently, instead of wishing for enough power to make my own way, maybe I should have asked for a life filled with joy. Everything makes a difference whether one recognizes it or not. Heck, I recreated the universe, I already made a huge difference!’ I feel a drop of rain hit my muzzle and look up with lidded eyes. Dark clouds overhead threaten to drench me, but after a moment’s glance I continue to walk. I feel a twang of loss as my thoughts drift to the spirit foal. The spirit was only with me for a short time, but it was nice to have a companion again, one that didn’t judge me or try to kill me. Rain starts to fall on my head, but the tiny water droplets barely even register as I continue my trek across the plains. ‘Perhaps “making a difference” isn’t the best goal,’ I think with resigned acceptance, before coming to a complete stop as a baffling question hits me. ‘What am I supposed to do?’ I’ve had orders for as long as I can remember. Ever since I made my wish, I’ve just been wandering aimlessly. I don’t have any clear goals, and I can’t think of anything I might be able to do seeing as my magic just doesn’t want to cooperate with me… So what in Tartarus am I supposed to do? With a puzzled frown on my muzzle I continue walking. ‘Wow… Will this rain never end?’ I’ve been walking for a while now, but the dark clouds overhead don’t seem to end. … …….. ……………….. “Iiiiii am walking in the raaaaiiiiiinnnnn. Iiiii am singing in the raaaaaiiiiiiinnnnnnn!!!! Iiii can’t recall the words to this song~ So I’m improvising all along~ Iiiiii am singing in the raaaaaaaiiiiiinnnnnn!” …. …………. “...I wonder how that sounded… Do I have a beautiful voice, or do I sound like that one woman who was obsessed with dalmatians?” … “Whatever.” It is still raining, but… I have found a pond to get a drink. It is mostly dark, but I can make out a few features of my form that I kind of like. I don’t seem like most zebras I have seen. For one, I have a single golden stripe around my neck almost like a necklace… or maybe a noose if I want to be morbid. I also have a black stripe across my eyes almost like that of a racoon. I would consider looking for a cane with a hook on the end, but I’ve played the dark ops role way too many times. … “...Perhaps a paladin?” The silence follows as I continue on my seemingly endless journey. It’s a good friend. “Walking walking walking walking walking walking walking wal-king wal-king wal-king coo-kie coo-kie coo-kie coo-kie coo-kie coo-kie coo-kie coo-kie coo-kie coo-” … “Have I really fallen to imitating a Krabby?” … “I need to find someone to talk to…” “I can’t believe I am thinking about this… I cannot believe I am actually considering this…” I mumble while pacing back and forth. I heave a giant sigh before sitting on my plot and cuping my hooves to my muzzle. “What could possibly go wrong!” I holler at the top of my lungs. Dropping my hooves I look from side to side waiting for something to emerge... then something slams into me from behind. My muzzle is firmly planted in the ground, but after a second I am able to tug it out and look at my assailant. Aaaaaannnnd I am greeted with the spirit foal floating in front of me with a grin on its face. It seems more solid than I remember, but by this point I have given up on logic. With a smile on my muzzle I pounce on the foal and actually manage to grab the sucker and pull it into a hug to end all hugs, which it gladly returns. I don’t question how I am hugging a spirit foal, I don’t ask how it could have physically moved me… I’m just glad it is back. Breaking off the hug I glance it over before getting back to my hooves. I can’t help but grin as I open my mouth, “Well little one, are you ready to move?” The foal bounces around me in circles before darting off and coming back a second later. I laugh at the foal’s antics and start walking once more. The foal has boundless energy tonight, but I smirk as I remember a promise I had made earlier. “Now calm down little one, you wouldn’t want to miss story time would you?” The foal’s head shoots up at the words “story time,” and it visibly tries to calm itself down to walk beside me. It is still vibrating, but with a chuckle my eyes start to glaze over as I continue the story of Icarus.