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// Entry 1: A list of greivances for those whom it may concern. 
// Story: Bound Elemental 
// by Kendallonian 
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Hello. My name is Emerald Flare.

I don’t really see what need I have for a name, but the ponies keeping me seem very insistent on my using it as much as possible.

Honestly, I don’t even know why I’m entertaining their idea of writing everything down; well, I do, actually, I’m bored. Put it on the list of things I’m going to be taking vengeance for once I escape from this prison they’ve constructed for me.

So, let’s take this from the top; Hello. My sparking name is Emerald Flare, and I’m a fire elemental.

You probably haven’t met many fire elementals if you’re reading this. There’s several reasons for that; for one, fire elementals normally can’t read. Secondly, fire elementals hail from a different plane of existence than the one I currently occupy. Thirdly, on the rare occasion that a fire elemental is summoned into the physical world, they’re not interested in making friends; just burning everything in sight like nature intended.

Fire is the natural state of the universe, you know. It’s something all of us elementals knew from the second we were born, and don’t you let any of the other kinds of elementals tell you differently. Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. So next time you complain about someone setting fire to your stuff, just know that they’re just returning it to its most natural state.

Maybe somepony should have told that to the ponies who summoned me.

The pony most directly responsible for plucking me from my realm is a unicorn named Starlight Glimmer. I shall describe her quite thoroughly so that, in the remote chance that any sane creature ever reads this record, that she shall be properly punished for her crimes against the truest state of the universe and me in particular. She’s a pink unicorn with a Purple mane and blue streaks through it that are the color of a good, solid lightning strike. The mark on her flank is a four-pointed purple star under a few wisps of lightning-blue smoke.

She is not to be mistaken for the pony second-most responsible for my current predicament, Twilight Sparkle. Twilight Sparkle is a purple Alicorn with a dark mane with pink streaks through it. The mark on her flank is a six-pointed purple star flanked by five smaller, white ones. Yes, I know they sound quite similar in appearance, but if you plan to punish them appropriately it is very important that Starlight gets it worse, though they both ought to get something severe. I’m thinking of third-degree burns.

Now please allow me to enumerate their recent crimes in detail;

Firstly, Starlight pulled me from my own world. This, by itself, would probably not have distressed me, but I do believe it should be noted that she is the reason any of this stuff happened at all. According to Twilight, she was doing some sort of “Magical research”. She tried to explain to me why the unicorn had been delving into the plane of fire, but most of it was using big words that just went right over my head. I’m inclined to believe that half of it was simply pure gibberish designed to confuse me. Let’s just establish that Starlight, did in fact, summon me. This fact is not disputed by any party.

Secondly, Starlight and Twilight were both party to preventing me from  carrying out my duty to the universe; that is, returning everything in it to its most natural state, as detailed earlier. I mean, I’m not sure what these ponies expected me to do in a library full of extremely flammable paper, but I’m extremely surprised that “burning everything in sight” never crossed their minds. It is the most logical course of action, after all.

Starlight was the first to attempt to contain me with her magic. May I just say that these early attempts were pitiful and hilarious. The force fields were probably designed to contain physical entities, not truly enlightened beings such as I. I was able to torch a good third of the library this way with practically no resistance. Let it be known that I did my duty to the best of my ability.

Soon afterward, Twilight entered the scene. To her credit, she only tried a physical forcefield once. After that, She switched to more effective methods of containment,  though still not enough to keep me from torching a few more books while she was working up to it.

This leads us to the third and most heinous crime of Starlight Glimmer, and the most difficult to explain. You see, while Twilight was struggling to contain me, Starlight compiled a… different kind of spell. Not even Twilight could tell me what it involved exactly, but I can describe it’s effects well enough, since I am currently experiencing them first-hand. Basically, the spell has wrapped me in some sort of metal shell shaped like a pony; Twilight called it “armor” but I think “prison” would be more to the point. It prevents me from changing my shape, expanding, or burning anything outside it’s confines. Any elementals reading this will know what I mean when I say how frustrating it is to be confined to a single form; That’s not just inconvenient, it basically removes an Elemental’s main way of doing… anything, really.

Oh, also I can no longer fly, either. Let that sink in for a moment. Truly, this unicorn’s cruelty knows no bounds.

It’s not all bad, I suppose. I can still move in this form, even if it does take ten times the effort to do literally anything. Somepony reading this might think that’s an exaggeration; it’s really not. I used to weigh literally nothing, now I’m lugging around a metal suit wherever I go. If anything, I’m understating it. Moving anywhere is tricky, too. This suit is heavy and ill-shapen enough that just pushing in a given direction won’t do anything, you actually have to get your non-shape-changing limbs under you and walk. I’m not very good at that yet, and Allspark forbid I’m in this form long enough to get used to it.

I really hope I have adequately expressed how utterly useless this form is so that the unicorn responsible, Starlight Glimmer, may be adequately punished for it. Of course, the worst bit is yet to come;

A few creatures reading this are probably wondering at this point; “So what? All you need to do is break the thing and you’ll be free!” And I would agree with you, if not for the final, diabolical effect of the spell.

See, I’m not just trapped in this shell, I’m bound to it, somehow. That means that no matter how many cracks emerge, I can’t leave. Not only that, but if it breaks enough, my essence will break down with it and scatter to the winds. That’s right, I’ll straight-up die. I’m among mortals, now, which is probably the worst part about any of this.

Again, to her credit, Twilight has promised to try and figure out how to return me to my original form, but she doesn’t seem too keen on doing anything before I agree not to burn anything else. 

As if.

Which brings us to my current predicament; My shell-prison is imprisoned in one of the many guest rooms of Twilight’s castle, which has been stripped of anything remotely flammable. They’ve erected a forcefield to cut the room in half, cutting me off from the door. They’ve also closed off the windows so I can’t escape that way, though I’m pretty high-up, so this form might not survive the fall anyway. They occasionally feed me a log through my mouth-hole to keep my spark burning, which is enough for me to stay alive, but hardly enough to satisfy a true agent of entropy like myself.

So… that’s it, I guess. Twilight suggested I write down a record of my time here; it’s supposed to be therapeutic, or educational, or something. I don’t actually know how to read or write, so there’s this little dragon guy named Spike writing down everything I say. It’s probably just as well; If I had a paper in my own hooves right now I’d probably just consume it with extreme prejudice.

Bye. Hopefully you will never hear from me ever again because I will have escaped and melted this place and everypony in it into slag.

No, Spike, I don’t mind if you repeat that to Twilight.