I stretched out on my back, feeling the rough texture of the roof shingles digging into my back through the thin flannel pajamas I was wearing. My gaze remained on the sky as I let out a small sigh, looking up at the stars, countless in number, dotting the sky like little holes punched in a black sheet of paper.
The faint breeze brought the scent of over turned earth from the fields in the distance the farmers had been plowing and planting today, the chill in the air was the last of the cold we would likely feel before spring came, which was a pity as I had always preferred colder weather.
It was three hours until midnight.
Three hours until I turned ten.
Three hours until the start of the day when the next batch of hopeful trainers would set out on the gym challenge.
Three hours until another year went by where I would wonder why the hell I was here in this place instead of in Elysium with my wife.
I used to be a solider, like my father and his father before him, and I later found out my grandmother was pretty bad ass too. I fought in wars, I watched good soldiers die, I killed and fought. I witnessed atrocities, met legends, saved a goddess. And that was only the start of my career.
I fought gods, I fought dragons, I fought horrors beyond imagining. I suffered and bled. I traveled through twisted realms of madness. I found love in song, I lost that love horrifically. I was promoted faster than nearly any before me. I made friends, I saw my life getting back to normal. I found love again, then that new love betrayed me and tried to kill me. I was presented an artifact crafted by a goddess.
I had friends I was closer to than anyone else in the world. I wielded one of six artifacts designed to seal away evil and bring harmony to the world. I found a new love in one whom I never expected. We was betrayed by those whom we should have trusted, and we watched our city burn for it. We sought revenge. I died. I became a monster. I watched the one I love become a monster. We slaughtered innocents. We lead armies. We committed atrocities. And in the name of saving those who had come to call me and mine evil, I betrayed my love.
I sealed myself in stone for centuries. My friends joined me despite my protests. We were freed in a new era. We met and fought foes from our past. I rampaged against new enemies, new evils, and a old bitch that had hidden all this time and had been fucking everything up. I found a short time of peace. I met my love again. We found forgiveness in each other and wed. We had had children, one that was ours and others adopted but no less loved.
I was felled by a new evil. I lost those closest to me. I was made a monster for the sole purpose of revenge. My love chose to do the same in order to save me. I watched as others managed what I could not and fell into despair.
My love feared I would reject her as she was.
That did not happen.
In my grief for the loss of those closest to me I traveled the world. I set out with others to protect the world. I destroyed undead, and demons, griffons, changelings,and other ponies. I fought things beyond anyone's belief and understanding. I journeyed, targeting anything and everything that might threaten any one I care about.
My love was taken from me by a lich. I met and fought and rampaged and destroyed to get her back.
And I did.
I watched my children grow old and die or vanish never to be seen again, to only hear second hand what had happened to them.
My love and I set out on a trip of our own, exploring the world. We took down dictators. We fought horrors. And for a while, we simply existed as nearly everyone we knew aged and died around us.
In the end we gave it up. We chose a time after centuries and centuries of living. We finally decided that we were done. There was no where in the world we had not been. We had seen and done it all, some times twice if we enjoyed it.
So we passed on. One last embrace before we faded to nothing. To join the souls in the after life, to move on to the next place.
There was darkness, I expected perhaps to become a star to look down on the world and watch as the last of those I knew moved on to join my love and I.
But then I woke up as this tiny little monkey thing and some asshole slapped my ass until I screamed.
I was born again. And this time it was as one of those long pig things we had become in the Dark lands while chasing Discord's rumors. Or less brightly colored versions of the ones in Sunset's stupid mirror.
They were called humans here.
Suffice to say it was quite beneficial for me that I was born again as a colt, errr baby here, as it took me quite a while to get used to walking on two feet rather than four hooves.
I was a unicorn before this... or well... I started as a unicorn, I have no clue what I was by the end of my life.
There's no real magic here. I've got balance issues from only having two legs. And the world was filled with these weird ass things called Pokemon.
My name is Jer'rahd Kaisur. And I'm a centuries old unicorn solider from another dimension trapped in the body of a nine year old human about to go out on his first pokemon adventure.
What the fuck even is my life?
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