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// Chapter 7: Recovery 
// Story: Epsilon's peak 
// by StoryWeaver 
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[c]Chapter Seven[/c]






I'm pretty sure you know how much I hate falling by now. It sucks making craters everywhere you go as landmarks. My newest one wasn't exactly the most well placed, I believe I crashed into a house made of stone, very hard stone, very PAINFULLY hard stone, but I didn't exactly have time to sit there. I was just gifted some insane amount of power, and I need to use it right now!

I pulled myself from the rubble of the ruined house i just fell upon, using my hands to push myself up.

Hands...?

Sweet mother of whatever deity I answer to I am human again!

Now isn't the time to celebrate the reversion of your body, now is the time to scout out the situation.

The area is surrounded by thick black smoke, which cannot be mistaken as anything but the essence of Argoron, permeating the area, I crouch, bunching my human muscles into the old familiar sensation of jumping, sliding my mind into the platforming state like an old glove. I jump. Down. Down to the pavement of the street below, cracking the cobble as I hit the ground.

I quickly pull my sword, Sanctuuri, from nothing, the electricity down my spine now nothing more than a tingle of effort.

The light of the familiar blade pierces through the smokey particles that surround the spawn of my mind.  The essence shudders for a moment, then he begins to pull himself together, the smoke whirling around ever faster in a dark tornado.

The white eyes slowly begin to appear as my arch enemy flickers and flares like a black fire.

His laughter is like being dunked completely in ice water, cold and cruel, and empty as death.

He has arrived.

His voice is worse, I can't even describe it, it's just sapping, it makes you feel cold and alone, and it tugs at you, at your sanity,  "So this is it," bit, "in the middle of all this life, " by tiny, "I get to destroy the final piece that you two hold so dear" bit, "each other!" 

I finally spot the Girl I love so dearly, the only thing keeping me sane right now, tortured, battered, and teetering on the edge of death at the center of the vortex.

Her condition merely strengthened my will to save her, but what finally set me off was her eyes, the look of unending suffering, and only a desire for it to end.

My mind was on fire, all thought fled and I immediately lunged at him, my blade singing bloody unending murder to the one soul that I hated enough to kill a thousand and more times.

The next thing I know I'm raining mighty blows upon the flesh that resides at his center, his body crumples to the ground dead, the black mist begins to fade and recede, as my mind finally registers what I have just wrought.

He is done, his body is left broken on the flagstones, drained of life. I look upon his face, my face, the dead face of the dead thing that had caused so much death  and sorrow to a now dead world.

And I turn my back on it, to her. I find another corpse.

I fall to my knees, the weakness taking over my mind, I merely stared blankly at the dead body of the love that would never be.

The ponies had come to get me and it seem that they found me, I didn't care, they spoke to me, I didn't listen, what was the point in trying? My life is done, it died when she did.