I lay on soft, moist earth among rubble. With a sigh, I move rocks from atop my immortal body unto the ground, and watched as they rolled down the slight incline. I stood up and looked around. The world appeared to be aflame, but I knew that it was only my sight that showed me this. I wiped my eyes a few times, checking the sky every single time, but it was still red. Unlike the men who killed my parents, I have utterly no control over the power I unintentionally gained from them, so my left arm was always covered in soot and only occasionally burst into flames. After years of being tormented within their mind, seeing their past and their current deeds, I have lost all hope of my survival if I were to be caught by one of them. Within his mind, I always trained and trained because, unlike them, I was mortal... was.
Luckily, though, I still aged. I am now a fit teen, but something feels off. That something is the fact that I cannot die, but I can age. Does it mean I will become ninety and stay ninety,though? Who knows. Perhaps if I killed them and got their strength, I would live forever, but why would I want to live forever, especially in this strange pony-filled world? That would be the dumbest decision ever, for I would be a god with no purpose, although those old people don't see my way.
I rub a bruise I got from the rubble, which is a small reminder that, although I am "immortal", I am not invulnerable. I do possess outrageous strength, but not near enough to combat those old people... alone. I walk into the woods and watched as both of them flew off to, most likely, find a way to kill each other. I wipe my head, relieved, but accidentally burn my forehead when my arm bursts into action. I recoil instinctively and crash into the tree behind me, shaking a few leaves down. Happily, my arm's fire settled down into soot again, so I stood up once more. Looking around, I decided that the best course of action would be to find a boat, maybe the one that one of the old people got on, and smuggle aboard.
I breath in deeply and feel the bottom of my feet catch fire. I am only wearing a pair of underwear, so I have no shoes to incinerate.
With my flaming feet, I blast through the forest, leap off trees that then caught fire, and, soon, made it to the shore, although it was not the one I was going for. Waiting until my feet and arm stopped flaming was my best bet to sneak, so I did, and I saw something interesting. A large boat that had, at most, five ponies guarding it. All of the ponies were unicorns, for they were levitating weapons around, but they were all distracted by small talk. Only one was actually guarding, but she was guarding from a different direction and wasn't even looking my way. This boat seemed to be a small fleet that was going to kill off the bandits here, but sadly those old men got here first.
Crawling on the floor ever so slowly, using my sand-colored skin and tan, leather, undies as camouflage, and the fact that it was getting dark out made it very easy to slip past the guards. Only one seemed to see "something" in the corner of her eye, but she looked away after awhile, probably thinking nothing of it. I continued to sneak until I found a way on-board. A barrel full of fish.
I dumped most of the fish out into the sea, happy that they were still alive, and jumped int of the barrel, the rest of the fish on top of me. I used a small round-shield attached to the ship, that was oddly smaller in diameter than the barrel, to plate the fish on top of my head without it seeming tipped or unfull. Then, after some time, I drifted into the land of sleep, but this time, I was finally free in my own head...
I am free...