I am on the docks, a ticket from Ruby in my vest pocket. There is a short line, for only five diamond, er, Ruby dogs are going on the ship, but they are being checked heavily. The sailors, Ruby Dogs as well, pull me out of line to check my things. they remove my vest, taking out the ticket, and stamp it. They look at me in my eyes, turning away with a smile.
I do feel that they are kind, but very strict. Just like Trix... I look down, saddened at the thought that I am far from her. I have no idea if she even knows that I am missing, yet. I smile, realizing that she must be flustered, but feel like laughing about when I return. What would I tell her? Will I tell her that I got lost in the woods and got blasted by a fireball? That seems stupid. And fishy. I will have to think on that.
The sailors lead me to the boat, one of them with a cut across his neck. His body is of a grayer color than that of his fellow sailors, but he is smiling.He motions for me to come closer to him. He points down to a hatch, giving me a small key. Putting the key in my mouth, I go down the short ladder to the hatch. The hatch is made of pure metal, while the rest of the boat seemed to be of wood. Opening the hatch, I walk into the ship. I quickly lock the door behind me, of course, as I observe my surroundings.
The inside of the ship was an odd wood/metal mash up, but it seemed to float quite nicely. I look at my stamped ticket, seeing that I had the Cargo Room, for I am unexpected. I look around for the cargo room, but find that there is two, one on each hallway in this T-shaped format. I go down the left, putting my key in the lock. The lock doesn't match the key, so I trot down the other hallway. This hallway had older-looking wood, but still seemed to work well.
I open my room's door, seeing a large pile of supplies. Not expensive supplies, but supplies nevertheless. I look around for a bed of any sort, finding a plank hanging off the wall. I pop my back, stretch a bit, and place my pillow onto my bed before I lay on it. My door slowly closes by itself, nearly startling me, until I realized that everything was moving. They did not even have a bell to alert when we take off.
I pull closer to the wall, feeling lukewarm, and slowly fall to sleep...
The mirror, shining a face that I recognize slightly, starts to bob up and down. I move left, but so does the mirror. My legs started to feel harder to move, every step taking energy, but I felt fine. I move closer to the mirror, seeing Allen's face. There is string all around his body, which seems to have aged a bit since the last time. He opens his eyes, staring at me. At my hooves.
I look at my hooves, seeing pieces of string around them. I look at my hind hooves, and they're the same way. I look back at the mirror, and Allen has escaped his string trap. Underneath was a body with a large hole over his heart. He coughs a bit, showering blood on the mirror. I turn away, disgusted, as I hear him laugh.
"Ahahah," he laughs," I guess I am not that healthy, eh my good friend."
"Friend?" I say, "To a child-murderer?"
"Oh, don't worry, I had my reasons."
"What could possibly warrant you killing anyone, especially a child?"
"My lawyers would say madness, but I would say that the little shit would have killed me if I let him live."
"WHAT?" I yell, angry at his preposterous response.
"That child's gift would have," he stops, "Well, actually, it is your gift now."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, let us just say that You have a few friends in you."
"What do you mean? You can't?"
"Come on, man. You should have interpreted your own memories by now."
"My memories?" I gasp,"But they are your's and that kid's!"
"They are yours now, just like my body."
"You mean," I say, horrified," I am a puppeteer of living souls?"
"No," he laughs, "You are a damn puppet."
"Whatever do you mean?"
"Well, just who are you?"
"I am..."
...
He laughs, "You see? You only have the memories of the dead, a trapped soul, and the memories you made of being a puppet for royals! that is who you are!"
"NO!" I yell at him, tears coming to my eyes," I am a respected mayor and council member, an honorable lover, and—"
"A cold-blooded killer who doesn't want his own hands dirty, just like me."
I stare at him, tears in my eyes, "No."
"Then who are you?"
I gulp, "I am Wright Scribe, your master."
He looks at me with a smile, "Good."
He turns around, showing me his back, which has a sword, "You're mostly right."
I jump up, awake and sweating. I look at my hooves, seeing double. I feel like barfing out everything inside of me, but don't. I get up from the bed and walk to my door. I open it, seeing that the boat is still dark. Everyone must be asleep.
[Clop-clop-clop]
Someone is running around the ship, hitting the walls. In the darkness, I see a dog-shape. The dog falls, a sharp object coming from it. I close my door quickly, but quietly.
I hear many more deaths around the boat, but my room is locked. I hear commotion, yet i cannot help. I cannot help.
I bury my face into my pillow and cry loudly, thinking of the mirror...
I turn the blob of stuff into underpants once more, even though it is dark. I grab the plank, which is attached to the wall by metal chains, and turn it and its chains into a spear/shield combination of arms. I've been watching through the mirror, seeing as Wright saw these acts of violence. It made me smile, for I know he couldn't handle it without me.
I walk out the door silently, my eyes seeing everything in a bright gray color. I saw figures moving slowly across the hall, but my biggest concern was around the corners. I walk up to a corner of the T-shaped hallway, looking down the right-most hall that faces away from the exit-hatch. There is five griffons there. I listen to their slow conversation, trying to make sense in this slowed time.
I couldn't make much out except for that they are going to sell those alive for ransom and take loot. Just like my old days, except I never allowed anyone to be rescued with money. I take out the spear and shield, etching a circular pattern onto the edge of the spear. I turn around the hall, the Griffons seeing me at the last moment, and thrust the spear. The spear pushed ninety pounds per cubic centimeter on the large bird, splattering them across the wall of the boat. I turn to the dog shapes in the forward hall, left of the exit, and see that the dogs do not look the same as the sailors and are wearing some kind of green clothing. I kill them before they could even move away, watching as their bones are crushed in slow-motion by my magic.
I laugh slowly and deeply, but to them it would be a laugh of the ages. A laugh to be horrified at, had they not been turned into paint for the walls. I see that I knocked open a door with my wind, so I quickly go up the hatch with my key, hearing the slow and happy scream of seeing their enemy lie dead for no reason. On the top of the boat, I see an opposing boat to the left-side of the boat. I run and jump onto it, for they are too slow to easily spot me. All they could really see is a blur traveling at a speed unmatched by any mortal. I quickly alter the circle on my spear with my tooth.
I impale several hundreds of them through the stomach with a new poison invented by man. They screamed a low, slow hum of a scream as their bodies were being eaten from the inside out. I had alter the circle again, using a fire-y explosive strike to break through the hull. I stab thieves all the way throughout the boat, trying to find the captain. Most of what I have killed in the boat were the thieves, but I have accidentally killed a cook. Whoops.
... I feel something from my mind.
When I found the captain, instead of killing her like her crew, I grab her around the chest cavity, stabbing her slightly with a different kind of poison. The magic soaked into her, making her feel immensely tired and unable to move as she fell into my arms, asleep. I carry the thief leader onto the top of our boat, and seeing no one there, think of the mirror...
I wake up in a soft bed, a sailor looking at me, smiling.
"What...?" I say, my head hurting too much to continue.
"Shush, lad, you saved us all back there by doing... whatever you did."
I follow his orders and lay back down, my bones hurting for an odd reason. I look to my left, seeing chains. I almost scream, looking at my hooves, but realize that he chains are not on me. They are on the thief leader... but how did I know her? I think of what I must have done while I was Allen, remembering yelling to stop. I was yelling for him to stop doing something, but I am sure I wanted her dead as much as him.
"Don't worry," the sailor said, "whatever potion you put in her made her unconscious, though I have no clue how you snuck it aboard. And I don't want to know."
I nod, pointing at the lights. He nods, turning them down to the dimmest degree as I laid back down and slept.
I see the mirror once more, but this time, that is not all that is there. There, in my mind, is the thief leader with strings on her hands. Allen stares at me through the mirror and shrugs. I turn back to the griffon responsible for it all and feel a hand on my shoulder. Allen is out of the mirror. I nearly scream, but realize it did not matter. He was in my mind, but had no power unless I told him to do things.
[Smack]
He slapped the griffon, exclaiming, "Who do you think are you?"
"i am Lidia—"
[smack]
"No, I am asking who the fuck you think you are!"
"I am Lidia!"
[Smack]
"You may have been some famous pirate before I came along, but now?" he licks his hand,"You are no one now."
This continues for the duration of the dream, but oddly enough, I smile as she is beaten to the floor. It felt so invigorating, yet wrong to watch Allen.