With this heavy-ish armor on, I am very uncomfortable. My vest seems to be trying to stick to the armor, for it is a weird object, so I have to manually morph the thing.
I learned how to morph the thing when a lot of bandits came to our village.
This vest, albeit weird, is very magical, for it became hard (but light) every time I almost got hit, deflecting the bandit's weapon/hands.
I love this vest.
Anyway, I check the dog tag again, for there may be more information I needed...
[Name: Sour Lemon
Rank: Recruit
Fur color: Black
Barrack Location: Southern Gate HQ]
'Southern gates?'
I look towards the gate that I wandered to, finding something that made me happy.
It said 'Southern gate' in bright yellow letters, making me smile.
My smile, with the large tooth poking out, looks like something an evil person would do, for it looked wrong on me.
... Did I just insult myself?
Disregarding that odd situation, I walk forward, into the southern gate.
The room is gray and dull, seeming to tear away at the fabric of happiness of the outside world...
A human, aging and nearly starving, is seen wearing a confusing outfit. The outfit seems to be a combination of THE fallen nation's police uniform and the average, black, police outfit.
The old man is sitting at a desk, a piece of paper in his left hand and a pen by his resting right arm.
The man picks up a pair of glasses, golden with clear lenses and begins to read the paper out-loud.
"Day 234 of the assassin's imprisonment,
My liege, it seems that this young child never quits, for everyday he seems to try his best to escape, but to no avail. I, Prof. Cornwallis, am very afraid of his mental health, for even the last, silent, prisoner never tried to escape.
Anyways, his mental state seems to be one of S.P.D., or Split Personality Disorder, for there are some days that his is extremely quiet, but others when he is extremely violent.
Prison Guard Albert was attacked by our prisoner, but not one person mis-heard his pleas for help, so every guard came to the aid of old Albert, saving his life.
In fact, the prisoner is so lost in his mind that he thinks he has only been here a week! We know that we are NOT supposed to kill prisoners, even if they are terrorists, but all of us here at the prison hope to slaughter this man and end his pain." The old man said, a large strain on his throat.
The old man reaches for his cup of tea on the other side of the desk, but someone knocks on his door.
*Knock knock*
"Come in." The old man says as cheerfully as possible.
The door knob began to turn, a small creaking noise emanating from it, and finally a burst of wind replaced this old-dry room.
A burly man, much younger than his elder, steps forward to the desk.
The room lost all tension for that moment as the burly man clasped his hands together and said,"My liege, we have some problems."
My body, twisting and turning, began to do its ultimate spell.
Color changing.
I know that there is stronger kinds of magic out there, but darn it, I have no training.
The only reason I even got this spell was when I was a baby...
...
I absolutely forgot what I did then, but oh well.
The pain of this spell is minor compared to being hit by an arrow (Only once), so I just shrug as my color becomes white. 'Might as well take the color of the last thief.'
I sigh, walking by the main door of the Southern HQ of the thieves and hope, to the omni-potent beings, that I will be passed as one of them.
Before opening the door though, I remember something EXTREMELY important.
... I am walking on my hind hooves.
Grunting, I lower my front side, hoping I would not fall as I did before, and walk.
My muscles contracted in such a way that my eye-balls started to feel the pain.
'I gotta push through this...' I thought, moving ever faster.
A long period of time passed, the pain becoming excruciating, until I finally made it to the door...
that was only a foot away.
*Sigh*
I begin to turn the knob using my horn, but instead of getting a magic-detector check or anything I expected, I got nothing except the door opening.
'...'
Looking through the now open door, I notice what is odd with this room.
1) it has pure gray walls, cracked and dry, while the rest of the city is golden.
2)Everypony seems to have a freeday, for nopony is here.
3)I have actually made a list in my head.
Grunting, I walk, on all fours, to the middle of the room.
A near-silent echo is heard for each of my hoofsteps, scaring the mane off-a me.
...
I turn, using all of my leg muscles to do this complicated task, and see something I missed.
Another door.
Smiling a bit, I walk towards the door for a full 2 minutes, gasping for breath afterwards...
Then I walk on my hind legs.
'They are not here right now, so they will not see me, but if one spots me, I will just say I was popping my spine... yeah.'
*Another sigh*
I open the door with my horn again, hearing its odd crackle.
The sound of the door opening was silent compared to my magic's musical crackles.
*Cra-ckle Crack Crack-le ...* it went amusing me for a full minute.
'I need to stop wasting time!' I think, stopping my magic.
Seeing the door open, I walk on my hind hooves to check out what is in this room...
"Oh. No." I say, in a grumbling fashion.
In this room houses the most evil thing in all of my knowing, seeming to taunt me with its near-perfection.
It was gray, seeming to be as dull as the walls, but was the most formidable thing ever.
What I saw was....
Stairs.
"Why does it have to be stairs!" I say, face-hoofing.
Stairs have been my worst nightmare for my whole life, but I do not know why. The only times I saw stairs were when I was at Aunt Yellow's hut in the largest tree, for she was too old to climb.
Uncle Beige always kept me company whenever I was at my aunt's house, but I never knew how they knew eachother.
...
I am getting off track.
*Grunt*
I move towards the stairs, my mind cowering in fear and annoyance, and walk forwards...
just as a loud-blarring sound came from the center of the town.
A guard, emblazoned in many medals, runs towards the sound, expecting somepony to explain what the buck was going on.
But, before he could make a pony tell him what was going on, he saw it.
It laid there, reeking of pure nasty, seeming to gulp up all of the happy in this city. It was on a large strecher, a couple of doctor ponies leading it away...
It was a corpse.
The corpse was so mangled, that nopony knew who it was, but everypony knew one thing.
There was a murderer on the loose, and only the guards could stop it.
The emblazoned guard runs up to the closest guard he could find to figure out the situation, but when he heard, he gasped.
This body was not killed by any normal magic, on no, but instead, as killed by magic equal to the Alicorn Amulet, if not greater than.
The body, even though the doctors said it was killed recently, looked as though it was cooked, exploded, fried, and then served to a few canniponies.
This corpse made almost everypony cough-up their lunch and a few guards frowned, but one thing was so certain that even the most naive pony would understand.
The first murderer in a few centuries has come to their capital city, but did not trigger the 'I will harm everyone' alarm, meaning he must be eaither A)Insane or B) Clueless... meaning that the person could act absolutely normal at anytime...
"This is the hardest case I will ever take." Said the emblazoned guard.
"Yes it is," piped up a smaller, weaker guard,"Shiny Stone sir."
The guards both stare at the doctors, who began to fly the corpse away on a stretcher, and continued to stare until the corpse was gone.
"Come on rookie, we have to go find out who died." Shiny Stone said.
"Yes sir!" The rookie said.
They share one faint smile before beginning the hunt.
Returning to the dull, gray room of the human world, the old man is seen reading another note.
The old man, setting aside the note, looks on in horror at the younger, burly man.
"My god..." The old man said, trying to get up,"Not if I-"
A loud click, followed by a massive push of air and flame, pummel the king,sending him cascading into the wall and expell all of his blood.
"There is a new king in town...." The burly man said, smiling at the dead king,"And it is me, father."
The burly man walks up to the desk that his father sat in, taking the collection of notes on the table and beginning to read them, he laughs.
He grabs a pen, making sure to copy his father's penmanship exactly, and began to write many things to this 'Guard.'
Writing it, he began to speak it, for some reasons.
"My honorable guard, I too want this man to die now, but I wish for him to suffer. Please put him through Interrogation-chamber #1, 2, and 3, for he deserves it.
Signed, your liege."
The man laughs, his laugh seeming to crack along the way.
"My dear, old father, how I always wished to do this..." the man said, still laughing, reaching for his father.
.....................................................................................................................................................................
A few hours later, the old man is seen sitting at his desk again, but his body seems to be larger... and more muscular.
"Who is the new king, I am the new king!" exclaimed the old man, his mouth looking much different than before.
The old man looks behind him,"That smell is getting to me son, please get it away."
On the floor, a small body laid without any skin at all...
"Come on son, do as I say!" The 'old man' said, laughing.
The laugh continued on for about an hour, scaring the daylights out of any passer-byes.
The old man looks down at his big-muscular hands and grabs a pen.