Legion opened his eyes, the ceiling graced his view only this time, it was plaster and wasn't his. He groaned as he recognized the patterns on the walls as he turned his head.
He chuckled as he found himself in his old room, remade into a clinic room. No matter what he tried, he couldn't escape his past, not even in death.
He remembered the dream he'd had and felt a rush of warmth in his eyes, the outlines of three ponies were in the house. Each an earth pony, two of them were black silhouettes while one was burning a changeling green, like the fire in his dream.
He focused on the fire and felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. Blackness surrounded the stallion as a unknown force slowly took control of his mind, making his vision swim. His body became paralyzed as a light came into view, his sight starting to return; only the sight wasn’t his own.
A vision of an elderly mare bucking a pony in the head flashed in his mind, sending him gasping back to the room; his vision returned to normal and he was staring at the closed door.
He remembered what he was told in his dream; to bring the pain of the hurt to the damned.
Entering the shadow sight again he looked for the mare again. She had exited the clinic and was making her way down the stairs when he felt a pull inside his mind. He let it have its way and before he understood how he was inside her mind, watching from her eyes as she walked into the street and turned toward the market.
Her thoughts were random, flittering from items she wanted to buy to the condition of her carpet at home. The room looked strangely familiar though.
Without knowing how, he took control of her right foreleg and she fell, face first into the gravel road; scuffing her muzzle.
A memory flashed into her mind he watched and seethed at. She was a middle aged mare standing over a slightly older mare who was staring at her in fear. It was then that he realized that he was in the body of Miss Mist. The one mare that he thought always cared about him.
In a blink of an eye, before anypony could even attempt to comprehend what had happened, Mist had found herself running away, red hoofprints following her from where the elder mare lay dead. It was then in the memory he heard a stallion shouting 'You killed her!'"
Shortly after an image of the cowering mare, lying dead, blurred into the vision before he snapped back to his own body in bed.
He refocused and returned to Mist, then reached out into the crowd of ponies who were helping the mare up and grabbed a change purse from a snow white pegasus with cherry red hair with black streaks and teal blue eyes.
Legion winked at the mare before he began bucking Mist’s body, screaming and forcing the others back who watched in awe, as the mare stopped, falling to the ground, scratching her body as he began having an apparent seizure.
Stopping and sitting tall he spoke softly. "I killed her," he said from her mouth, "and I deserve to be punished, in the name of Legion."
With those words she poured the bag of bits into her mouth and inhaled sharply.
Stallions and mares screamed and began to run around her in a panic, unintentionally blocking those attempting help, from aiding her as she choked, laying on the street, scratching at her throat as he left her body.
Legion came back to reality, laying in his hospital bed and hummed contently at the knowledge, and fulfillment, knowing that he didn’t waste any time, using the power to fulfill his father's wishes.