Finally done eating that guard's dreams, I get back to cutting down some more trees into logs and the logs into large sticks about the size of me laying down. Hours pass making a few hundred of them, making me work up a quite a sweat. I sit down on the last, uncut, log and relax for a moment, staring at Horror. The mountain seemed distorted, curving and growing annually, as I was relaxing.
Its color slowly changed to red, symbolizing that the night has come, and grew to a tremendous size. From its size, I believe that quite a few ponies of this realm are having vicious nightmares. Feeling that I was cooled off and entertained from Horror, I cut the last log. The wooden stakes I made around me, themselves, changed color. They went from their original blue hued brown to a reddish brown. I smiled, cutting the reddest of stakes into pole-shaped objects with a bigger, pointed top. I had made dream javelins, which will aid me in soon battles against whomever protects the dream realm.
Even I know that this world is silly, even more silly than the one of just talking horses, but it is a true universe, so I should approach it as such. This world looks like a place of peace, but within that mountain lies a monster. All the trauma of the universe of the awake culminate into one spot of infinite magic called the 'Magical Singularity'. It existed in my universe, so this should not be that surprising, but the mountain is odd.
In that world of peace and serenity, it seems that the mountain of Horror is much bigger than one would expect. The pure, unadulterated, fear and trauma in the mountain must be immense to make it at such a colossal height.
Although it is not my own world, I feel some sympathy for them. I know I have to do horrible things to them to save them, so that provides some comfort for the atrocities that I will do here.
I will squish their dreams, be they nightmare or not.
I awaken, my head not having nary a beat, and get up to a different pain. A loud yell, increasing in volume, was screaming something about land. I laugh a bit, touching the bed I was laying on, thinking of the small . I turned the cloth and wool of the bed into some light-blue clothing and a white cloak, while I made the metal of the bed into a wicked sword. It is not all that hard to absolutely annihilate the bandits or thieves, but I would like to not look like too much of a monster to these people, for being feared is not a good way for a new leader to be seen. I whistle, watching Vanessa leave the room next to me.
"Hey Allen!" She said, spotting me.
I waved and asked, "Are we heading out now?"
"Yeah," she looked joyful, "it seems they saw us coming in, so they have several griffons on the land to guard."
"How many, exactly?"
"Why, you afraid of getting roughed up?" She asked jokingly.
"No, I am asking how many graves I will have to dig," I say in a serious tone, smiling the same as her.
Her smile faded to a uncomfortable look, but she just shrugged and motioned me to follow. Our swords drawn, we both charged off the boat and onto the sand, seeing our surroundings. Many sailors are fighting off the bandit-griffons, and look like they are winning, so I just laugh. V (as she will be called henceforth) just had a scream of war and went to go kill things. I followed suit, and happily ran at an exceedingly fast pace (magic) to a small group of griffons. Of course, as they are bird-things, they hovered to gain an advantage in battle, usually staying out of a four-legged animal's reach (which is why the two-legged sailors are sorta winning), so they thought I couldn't just fight them on even ground, for I had no wings. They charge me, but I laugh, pointing to the sand. My eyes glow a bit,and suddenly I created a small dust-devil that just terrorized the buzzards, throwing them to the floor and irritating their delicate eyes.
I then walked up to their weakened selves and stab at the bases of their wings, leaving them writing in to much pain to adequately get up. I want a few captives, for they are always fun... but I do not need that many.
I turn to another group of griffons and do the same as I did to the first group, except one thing. I killed them this time, smiling. You see, these things remind me of chickens, and I was a farmer once—long ago, but I had suddenly, and accidentally, made my magic turn the chickens into giant, deadly, creatures.
...
This battle goes on for a while, but it was mainly one-sided. There was only three fatalities on our side, each of whom was a old sailor, so no one really felt bad. Well, except the elder sailors. Me and Vanessa met up on the center of the beach.
She looked tired, but also a little angry, as if a crab had found her buttocks.
"How are you not even sweating? You did more than me!" she exclaimed, throwing her sword into the ground.
"Well, no one can touch the Burning Man."
"The what?" she asked.
"I will explain one day, but just think of it as a title you'd give a criminal."
"You got a bounty on you?"
"Probably from the Equestrians, and most likely the biggest bounty out there."
"We dun' take no Equestrian bounties," she said. She spits on the ground, "Why would it be so big?"
"Well, I sorta declared war on them."
She stares at me, laughing for a few minutes, while I just stare at her.
She grabs my shoulder, "Are you shittin' me?"
"No, for I am fairly certain I would make a better ruler."
"I know, for anyone is better than those two dumbells, but," she tapped my forehead after letting go of my shoulder, "how the Tartarus do you think you can become a ruler when, in case you forgot, you are facing an army? I mean, I know you are strong, but..."
As she looked concerned to me, it made me feel like caving in a little, "I have more power than you will ever see."
She thinks for a bit as I looked behind me. The sailors were half-way through with their funeral.
"But even with a lot of power, what if the Six catch you?"
To this, I laughed a bit before answering," You think those weaklings can catch me?"
"What about Discord?"
"No way," I say, smiling... who was Discord again?
"What about the Princesses?" she asked enthusiastically.
I shake a bit, "I am not gonna let them catch me, no," I turn away from her, "I am not gonna let them catch the Burning Man."
Before she can answer, I run more inland, hearing her foot (paw?) steps far behind as I run. I mean, the theives of this island must be weakly defended with their army destroyed...
right?