I find this rain quite pleasant. It is as if the raindrops are blessing our victory.
“H-hey Mr. 111, do you see this?!”
“I-it can’t be!”
“Is it…really him?”
Peace is but a shadow of death, desperate to forget its painful past; though we hope for promising years. After shedding a thousand tears, yesterday's sorrow constantly nears. And while the moon still shines blue, by dawn it will turn to scarlet hue.
“He’s injured, that’s a fact…”
“Should we help him, Mr. 33?”
“No way! He played with our lives like toys!”
“But what would Vivi think?”
“It doesn’t matter. Let’s just leave him to rot.”
Just you wait, Garland! And you too, Zidane! I’ll exact sweet revenge upon you both for insulting me! I’ll make the people of both Gaia and Terra know who rules over all of them!
“Didn’t Mr. Braeburn say we should help anyone in need?”
“I don’t think he included ‘dangerous psychopaths’ in there anywhere.”
“But, doesn’t he feel different to you?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
What comedy! Zidane, isn't it hilarious!? I'll die just like the black mages I so despise! I single-handedly brought chaos unto Gaia, but in the end, I'm nothing but a worthless doll! ...I won't let it happen. I won't...I won't let this world exist without me!
“When he came to the village offering us longer lives, he had a dark aura all around him.”
“Yeah, what’s your point?”
“He doesn’t have that aura anymore. If anything, he feels sad and remorseful.”
“…”
“Can’t you feel it?”
“I guess you’re right…”
After you guys beat me, I had nothing left...nothing more to lose. Then, I finally realized what it means to live... I guess I was too late.
“Fine, we’ll take him to town and see what Mr. Braeburn says.”
“I’m sure he’s changed since we last saw him.”
“For everyone in Equestria’s sake, I hope you’re right…”
“We gotta give him a chance, anyway.”
“…*cough*…”
“He’s waking up!”
“…*wheeze*…”
“I guess we’ll find out if he’s evil really soon…”
“…Where…am I?”
…
I remember so clearly. My army of soulless puppets ripped Burmecia to shreds. I loved it all. I loved the bloodshed and violence. I needed to hear the cries of the people’s sufferings. They were like sweet dessert to me. But I was a fool. I worked for years to gain the power I lusted after, just so I could overthrow the master that had created me.
I had no clue that I had an expiration date. Garland was smarter than I anticipated. He designed me so that I would die once his second puppet came of age. My mind shattered after learning that I remained mortal, even with my power. In the end, I was defeated by Zidane and his friends. I regained my senses, and finally felt what it truly meant to live…and fear death. Even though I brought chaos to his home, that monkey risked life and limb to save me from the dying Iifa Tree.
He sat by me underneath that damnable tree. He comforted me during my dying breaths. I can’t understand why he would come so close to killing himself just to protect me. I nearly destroyed Gaia and everyone on it, yet he still showed me mercy…
But now I’m here, in this colorful little world. I awoke in a desert just outside of a small town. I even crossed paths with two of the Black Mages I had created and manipulated. The fact that they didn’t snuff out my life while I was weak speaks loud for their characters as soulless beings. I suppose if Vivi could contain enough emotion to Trance, then why can’t these weaker models?
No, I mustn’t speak of them as toys. They are people here, just like me. What’s more, they actually carried me to the local medical facility to be restored to health. Despite my power in the other world, I seem to have lost most of it here. Perhaps it’s because of the complete absence of Mist. Yet there is a presence in this world similar to Mist, yet more welcoming and comfortable to the touch. I doubt I could’ve reached this town on my own in my current state.
The town’s head source of law and order, Sheriff Braeburn, has set me up a nice room on the top floor of the local tavern. He seems to be a kind creature, although I can’t understand why he’s named after a type of apple-based dessert. The town is quiet and calm, several steps above the bustling business of Treno and Alexandria. The citizens are friendly, including the two Black Mages.
I’ve noticed a distinct lack of humanoids in this town. Aside from Mr. 33, Mr. 111, and myself, the rest of the residents are small horses. They refer to themselves as ponies, with manes and hooves instead of hair and hands. I suppose that makes sense, considering the country I’m in is known as Equestria, derived from the word ‘equine’…
I’ve done nothing all day but rest in this bed. I’ve had the Black Mages watching my every move, while citizens of the town are systematically arriving to greet me. I can’t stand being useless and defenseless, but I can’t help it in my current state. I must be careful what I write, as Mr. 33 is constantly glaring at my notebook over my shoulder. It’s quite uncomfortable, sir.
I guess I should document my arrival in this world to the best of my ability, just in case I snap again and need an anchor to weigh me back to reality. Nothing in this world or the next can beat the power of foresight, I suppose.
…
I awoke half-buried in sand with a mouth as rough as sandpaper, the taste of iron immediately evoking a gagging fit. I felt as if I were on fire, while my head seemed to be freezing. I was short of breath, while my eyes were blurry with solid white light. My only comfort was the light breeze that graced my features every so often. Despite my horrid position, I had no ability to alter it, as my muscles were essentially paralyzed.
The wretched taste eventually subsided, and I regained a semi-normal state of consciousness. I began to hear faint voices in the distance, slowly approaching my location. Unable to actually communicate, I simply waited in the hopes that whoever owned those voices would trip on my body or notice the awkward object in the sand. It didn’t take long before a conversation erupted in my ears.
The two black mages stopped right by me and began their debate as to whether or not they should help me. I finally worked up enough energy to cough again; they made a decisive answer. Mr. 111 conjured out of nowhere a solid block of ice and lowered it close to me, hoping to cool me off. It worked enough that I was able to regain all my senses. Mr. 33 leaned down and draped my arm over his shoulder, attempting to pull me out of the sand. With some good effort, he finally dislodged my abdomen from the sediment that grasped me.
Mr. 111 had the bright idea to use a wind spell to remove the rest, which worked moderately well. I received a few minor scratches from the razor wind, but the sand took the blunt force. They took an arm and draped me over them, then began to head back in the direction they had approached from. The sudden movement restarted my blood circulation, making my muscles begin to loosen. It only took a few minutes for me to begin limping between the two, albeit leaving them with majority of the work.
Mr. 111 scoffed, “See Mr. 33, if he was evil, he’d kill us right here!”
His companion scoffed, “The bastard can barely move. He’ll wait until he’s fully prepared to destroy the world before he thinks of killing us.”
I groaned, “You’re correct…but…no more…” I was only semi-conscious, and I highly doubt either mage caught my voice in the sandy expanse of desert.
“Well, we’ve already done half the work. Let’s just get him to Mr. Braeburn and see if we can’t get him back to health!” Mr. 111 seemed too excited to be taking care of me, despite his thoughts on my changing nature.
Mr. 33 was slightly more realistic in his beliefs. He chuckled, “We’re talking about the guy that manufactured us just to start a mass war on the Mist Continent. Do we really want him back to health?”
The happy mage sighed, “You sure know how to be a buzz kill, 33. You know, if dying brought us to this world, doesn’t that mean he died too?”
“Yeah, it does. And if he died, maybe he won’t be so power-hungry!” If he had had a face, I imagine 33 would have smiled just then. I noticed his golden eyes open slightly wider, though.
I moaned, “No more…power…” Again, my cry went unheard in my weary state.
We continued like this for almost an hour. The two would exchange philosophical musings, and I would utter an inaudible opinion every now and again. Once we finally reached the town of Appleloosa, I was essentially dragged to the local medical facility and examined. I managed to stay conscious long enough for Sheriff Braeburn and the mages to exchange kind words of acceptance towards me.
…
So here I am, in the top floor of the local tavern, resting in an oddly comfortable bed, being watched by two eager Black Mages that should hold a dangerous vendetta against me. All in all, I feel fairly good. I figure once my energy returns to me, I’ll begin studying this strange world and all of its different kinds of residents. So far, just in the short time I was conscious in the streets I’ve seen Pegasi and unicorns. I wonder what other types of magical creatures live here, and if I might be able to one day fit in.
Coming off of a rage-induced God-complex can be hard for any being. I’ll simply have to see how my days in this world play out. I will try my best to refrain from snapping, but I cannot promise anything. We’ll just have to find out eventually. At any rate, I’m tired and wish to sleep. This journal will have to continue in the morrow, or whenever I find myself bored enough to write in it.