I open my eyes, free once more. I turn the ooz into underpants and grab the sword. I rub the sharp edge, making it sharper with my mere touch. Looking for what I was summoned for, I see a lot of smoke in the direction heading back from the trail made from the carriage. I pick up the hat of one of the ponies, placing it upon my head. The hat is a fedora, which I always wanted. I let the sword relax on my bare shoulder, pointing my other hand to the ground. After a few second, a small piece of the ground starts to distort, turning into a smaller hump of rock. I distort the rock, shaping it into a shield.
Just like in my history class, I begin to distort other things into the armor that is required for a war-mage. I turn the tree, which felt alive, into a thin, cloth-like, robe. I bend normal wood to fit my shoulders, knees, and put a thin one underneath my chest area. I meld the pieces together, seeing much more smoke coming out of the place beyond the trail. Thinking about it, I remember something about a crater, but I need to know what to do.
I concentrate, going into my mirror. I search through the memories of this body, seeing something awesome. Dragons. Undead ones, too! I mean, they've been extinct since the first year on their world that we landed. I never know you could revive them like this, but maybe the military did. They usually know more about this war stuff, though I am a war-mage.
I open my eyes, sheathing the sword into a small pocket I made on my back. I shift my feet, making the ground shake. I use the false gravity field to make a hunk of dirt pick me up. I lift slowly, for this body feels weird on this thing. The legs were oddly-shaped, but I guess that doesn't matter. I come out of the tree-tops, seeing the dragons far away from me. The undead dragons are being beaten back, but keep on being recreated. I lean forward, having the hunk of dirt float scarily below me, dragging along. I put my hand on the dirt hunk, and it moves faster forward.
In only a few minutes, I had caught up with the undead dragons. I missed killing dragons, but it became banned when they became endangered. Did not stop us, of course. I laugh as I drew nearer to the bones of the dead/alive species, rising higher. I, as small as I am, am not detected as I come from high above one of them. I jump off the dirt hunk, drawing out my sword. Falling steadily at terminal velocity, I make the robe harden into a glider, gliding towards a dragon's skull. I point my sword in front of me, having it pulsate enough to start to make the air around me burn. As I near the dragon's skull, everything becomes grey again. I hear a cracking noise as I penetrate into the skull, grabbing onto a piece of bone as it fell. I put it under me, making it float like the dirt-chunk. I am floating right next to a crystal orb, reaching for it. It shoots a fire-ball at me, but it is too slow now. I take out my sword and slice the crystal in half. I use the following explosion to blast out of the skull and above the dragon armada.
They all look at me, a tiny killer, as they started to become more and more grey. I feel magic flow into me like never before, the same color as the orb. I laugh, disgusted at who I stole the power from. I turn off my false gravity, making the bone plummet. I shaped it like a drill, and make a reversed false gravity. The push from it made the bone-drill made it fall faster than terminal velocity. I jump off of it, gliding towards to another dragon as I see a burst of energy come out of the one hit by the bone-drill's skull.
The one I fly towards spots me, igniting methane in the air towards me. I put the shield in front of me, putting a reverse gravity spell on it, causing the heated molecules to go away from me, rather than at me. Just like the old days, except there is not blood, I hop right into the dragon's mouth and make small inscription on its tooth. I blast my way out, chopping out a different tooth. The dragon starts to claw at its mouth, feeling something wrong, but it is too late.
The tooth implodes behind me, causing me to almost fall off the flying-tooth. I begin to feel sick.
"Damn it, body, I do not want to leave yet!" I say, punching my stomach.
I wield my sword, riding the tooth like a bull, and charge/fall towards a dragon that has landed. It is fighting a living dragon, but the living one is much smaller. The undead one is so big, that it makes this white dragon look like a midget.
[Shatter]
Of course, that only means it is extremely slow, especially compared to my power. As I am in its skull, I look to the orb. I reach to it, but suddenly my color returns. A fireball comes at me, my shield catching fire as it quickly hits it. My sword is getting slower, so I throw it at the orb. The sword embeds into the orb, and a grey aura leaks out. I drink it, the orb turning from an amazing magenta to a dull grey. I watch as the orb slowly explodes, but since I am at the bottom of the skull, I am launched like anything in pressurized air. Out the opening in the left eye. My vision begins to blur, I begin to see my own self, but before I could crash into the ground, I land onto a tooth and inscribe a float spell onto it...
...
I awaken, feeling myself bob up and down. I stretch on my bed and feel myself slip. I open my eyes as I fall onto a bit of grassland, as a giant white thing floated above me. It falls a few seconds later, nearly landing on me. I get onto my hooves, touching the white thing. It feels like bone and has enamel, so it should be a tooth of something. I go to its bottom, seeing a large, straight, cut. The tooth had been rotting.
"How did a dragon's tooth get here? Wasn't I just evacuated to the forest?"
I look around, seeing that I am at the edge of something high. I look over the edge, realizing what I am on. A tepui, or a table-top mountain. I look around, seeing things that remind me of a mountain. Mount Roarima or something. There is only grass and some trees on this tepui, making me feel uncomfortable. I walk around for an hour, feeling no hunger nor dehydration. I still wonder why this body doesn't feel things like that, but oh well. I see small holes in the ground, but there is something odd about the one in front of me.
This one had a square of planks covering it. There is a handle, but the thing seems locked. I stomp on it.
"Wait a moment!" someone says, in the tepui somewhere. I wait a bit.
[clack]
I hear a creak as the door is opened and a dog-like head emerged wearing a top hat and monocle.
"Are you a diamond dog?" I ask, remembering skimming along them while I was still in the spire. This one, though, looks much different.
"No, my dear uh pegasus!" he laughs, climbing out the door," I am Sir Rupert, a Ruby Dog."
"Ruby Dog?"
"yes, my dear, for Diamond Dogs are criminals, what is left of them anyways."
"Left of them?"
"Well, after they tried to ransom one of the mane six of Equestria, Princess Celestia silently killed off most of them."
"Why silently?"
"Oh, for if any one in Equestria ever knew of her lack of mercy, they would squeal until no one sees her as the pinnacle of perfection."
He walks around, "That is why I am here in the first place."
"You are hiding from Equestria?"
"Yes, and I have even founded my own tribe, which you have landed on," he looks at my wings, "somehow with your inferior wings."
"Well, I do not even know how I got here," I look around, seeing only clouds and far away tepuis,"or where is here relative to where I need to be."
"Where do you need to be?" he asks me.
"I need to be at the Dragon's Nest beside the Griffon Kingdom."
He laughs at me in an intense way.
"What's so funny?"
He motions me to follow, still snickering and slightly crying. I follow him into the tepui. The tepui's insides are clean and full of stone and metal, which is surprising. He points to a map on the wall, which is just like the one in the mayor's office, but seems to be map of paper that you move instead of auto-move. I look around the continent of the Griffon Kingdom, but see nothing.
"Look here," he says pointing.
"i can't really be..."
"you are!" he laughs again.
Out in the middle of the ocean is a small island, almost entirely mountainous, that is thousands of miles away from zebra, griffon, and even the pony continents! I bang my head onto the map.
"Is there any way back?"
"Yes, for we do have a port that ships to the griffon kingdom, which you can trek back soon enough."
"Oh thanks the power, how will I repay you?"
He rubs his chin, thinking.
"Would you be a dear and deliver this," he hands me a knife,"and eliminate somepony for me?"
"Why?" I ask, surprised I did not just say no.
"She found out about us, she is a griffon who has killed one of us, and she has even stolen some of our goods from our ships!"
"if she can kill you guys, how could I kill her?"
"i saw that dragon tooth, you scoundrel, I know you are capable."
"Shit."
"Yes," he says walking down a hallway with me following, "the circumstances are always against us."
I just got a promotion from the Hindenburg Science+Magic Institute, all the way to a tester of subjects. My colleagues are all pretty nice, though most are male. My boss, Mrs. Harris, though is not male and is definitely pretty. She just is not nice to me. She keeps on telling me to test the same subject over and over, though it seems wrong.
The subject looks like a man, charred and burned till only his flesh and bones remained, but even our advanced magic can't heal nor hurt him. He just absorbs it all, surprisingly. While he was free, many people were bitten by him, even some kids, and they all had to be put down. Excluding a few children, happily, though.
I haven't been contacting anyone in the last few years, for I have been in this laboratory 24/7. I never leave, not because I can't, but because I won't. I demanded to stay with this subject, for he intrigued me.
Today, however, I am allowed into the cage with the subject. I am wearing a 5-star class power armor, for this man is not just highly dangerous, he is deathly. I sit down at a table across from him, feeling his grey eyes on me. Well, we began to speak to eachother for hours. After the small chat, he leaned close to me and my helmet disappeared.
"My name, my powers, and my place are all yours now. Allen." he said, biting my exposed neck.
...
I like the way I painted the walls, where everything is red. Of course, ever since Allen gave me his name and amazing powers, my sight has been blurring. People are moving slowly, so I push and pull them, but the lightest touch rips them apart. The colors around me even began to grey!
I laugh and laugh, picking up the keys to the hanger that I always wanted to work at. I drag everyone I can see into the cockpit of the Supreme Space Vehicles, which are finally fully manufactured, and immediately learn what everything does. It is all labeled and I had been reading on it so I could test it.
"Can I drive this, finally?" I say, laughing at the heads in the back. No one could handle work, I guess.
Looking in the mirror, I see my normal face, but my mouth is a little charred. I destroy the mirror with a head.
...Years pass with me not realizing what atrocities I have commited, but when I did, I was finally caught.
I thanked the people who caught me as they dissected me before my own eyes....