Savant

I moved here 6 years ago, to seek refuge from the rest of society. They wanted me dead and gone. One or the other. They didn't like what I had shown them. Claiming it wasn't right, it didn't feel correct. I made a fool of Einstein, I shook hands with Stephen Hawking and laughed at him. I helped NASA out with their deep space fuel problem. I pioneered the nuclear fusion reactor. I solved too much too quick, and the people didn't like the way their world was changing. Oh, no they did not. They chased me out of the cities, they cast away my creations and spit on my papers. They were so stubborn. They wanted to do it themselves. I wasn't another person according to them. I was an alien, a being that threatened their world view because that's how I looked through their eyes. I still have planted the seeds for innovation in their minds. No matter their doubt now, they will thank me through the decades. But they still didn't know how life worked, even if I handed it to them ever-so-ceremoniously on a silver platter. The lack of information, the absence of the essence of true survival ran through each and every one of them. I created things because they were needed for them, to win the hearts of the people, show them that information and gadgets and learning was beautiful and artistic. They create things to make their lives lazier, simpler. I create things to make mine more complicated. I'm not ashamed to admit that I was one of them at a time. I've changed. I have the heart of a warrior, the mind of a god. I have the strength of a mammoth and the silver tongue of a dragon. I have the mending powers of even the finest doctors and the survival capabilities of a virus. I am human. I changed the world. For better or for worse, I haven't a clue.

I reside on an island now. A quaint little island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The island has everything I need. If anything, the ecosystem needed me. There was only 1 other species of carnivore here. I've built myself a shelter; a home. I've built myself a home here, I live here. I hunt and I create. I study the leaves, I learn the sounds of the wildlife. Knowledge is power, the sensible ones said. They were right. I have the reigns of this tropical wonderland, and I intend to steer it to serve me. I have a home, I have steady, plentiful food.

But there's nothing more to it. I've learned of everything that lives here. Now I need to learn what "here" is. My final task is to study geography. I have to learn the land now. And after that, well, I don't know. It's frightening, not knowing. Maybe I should investigate what death feels like.

Yes, that would do fine.

I rubbed my eyes as I woke from my leather bed. Still hanging on to society's values of comfortable sleep is one thing I felt no remorse for. It helped rejuvenate the body, steady the mind. I looked around my cozy wooden home, thankful that I installed a window to allow the sun to rise with me. I started towards the wrought iron water pipe (sink was not quite the word for it) as I held my right hand out and turned the makeshift lever with my left. After a sufficient amount of the lukewarm water had flowed into my mouth, I swallowed and walked to my rack. I looked at my most proud accomplishment and grinned from ear to ear. Armor was something always frowned upon in society, a sign of protection from justice. To me, a lifeline. I grabbed the leather chest piece and threw it over my torso in record time. I gripped my fur pants and pulled them up to waist and tied the leather rope around it in one swift motion. Doing this very routine for 6 years, I had hardly noticed I was already dressed and ready. I grabbed my knife and hatchet, my "bottle/canteen hybrid", and 4 sizable pieces of dried, salted seagull meat from the bed stand.

I was assaulted by the surprisingly cold oceanic sunrise as I open the reinforced wooden door. The entrance closed with a familiar creak and slam and I stepped forward and admired the rising sun. A peaceful sigh escaped my lips and I returned to my senses. With a great step of the right foot, I set forth, walking south of my house to explore uncharted territories.

I was still walking, playing with my knife and cutting at leaves every chance I had. I counted the purple flowers and tried not to blink for as long as I could; anything to keep my brain stimulated and working, remembering even the most minute detail. The sky was more blue than it was yesterday and the birds were moving to the other side of the island; the water had most likely decided it was time to dry up and move to my side of the island again.

My legs had ached, but I didn't pay heed to my weariness. I was enraptured in studying even the most obvious things. Rusty rocks, river stones, oak... leaves? I tried to name the objects near me. A hill approached as I trotted along, relatively relaxed. It threatened my wish for a walk in a straight line as I started to the right to avoid smashing into it.

The hill was actually rather large, with a comical little sapling of a tree on top of it. Rounding the corner of the grassy mound, I spotted a deep indentation in the side, a cave. I didn't need to go spelunking today; metal was hard to work with, and rocks are of no use to me as of late. Giving the cave not a second thought, I proceeded south until I stopped dead in my tracks. Something was wrong. Deadly wrong. I couldn't move. My muscles were tensed and taut, but my legs wouldn't budge. My arms were glued to my sides. My head craned on its own toward the large opening. Something flickered.

I heard the unmistakable sound of electrical humming and rapid fire of a piston. A loud, hellish ringing attacked my ears to the verge of bleeding. My legs gave away as my knees impacted the ground. I collapsed and looked back at the assailant in the cave from my prone position, and was nearly blinded. The inside of the cave was a burning, magenta light. My GOD it was blinding. The lights and the ringing went on again and again tormenting me further and further. My body was tired, exhausted. I had cramps in my knees and back. But it wouldn't fucking stop. The visual and auditory abuse went one for what seemed like hours, before it started going quiet. My ears were leaking blood and pooling in my hair as the world got dimmer and dimmer. What... the...

Equestrian mornings; the ideal time to sleep in. Contemplate simple lives, get lost in one's own thoughts. The sun had begun to peek over the hills and valleys of Equestria's neighboring countries and regions. A crisp, light, and whipping breeze laid over the sleeping town of Ponyville at dawn. Equestria now, and always was the land of harmony. A blanket of quiet and sleepiness lay over the peaceful village. Twilight Sparkle lay in her bed, ever-content in bliss as she practiced the ritual of rest. Until she was launched out of comfortable bed at the speed of lightning. She jumped up from her floor with a yelp and grabbed Spike's basket in her magic hold as her library violently shook itself like a small rattle, launching her tomes of knowledge off of the intricately crafted shelves. Oh dear CELESTIA! She watched in horror as the books fired off from the shelves, in huge groups each tremor. She galloped under her bed with Spike by her side, and sat, waiting in fear as she hoped for the brutal rumbling to cease.

"Twilight, what's going on?!" Spike yelped in fear, his voice raising in pitch with each letter.

"I don't know! An earthquake maybe, but I feel an immense amount of magic in the air! Somepony else is doing this! WHY?!" Twilight yelled over the cruel rumbling.

"Imme-a-what?!"

"Nevermi-i-ind!" Twilight hastily replied with an annoyed sigh, not forgetting the danger she was in.

The bed began to lift itself off the floor as it weightlessly floated up. Unbeknownst to Twilight, right outside her window, the entire town was being gravitated upwards as screams all over the small village rang out. The two purple creatures began to feel as if they weighed nothing as they started helplessly floating upwards, arms and hooves flailing about.

"HE-E-E-ELP!" They shouted in unison.

And then, silence. It was peaceful. They stand suspended in they air the all the sound stopped. The two friends attempted to cry out to each other, only to discover that the powerful magic of the moment had silenced the world. The planet shook violently again and the sound returned.

The harmony was shattered in an instant, as a vile, thunderous crack shattered the morning air, only accompanied by an equally ugly tremor. It was loud, only comparable to 3 sonic rainbooms. The air was yanked from its comfortable position as a silent being as it was unceremoniously forced to carry through the ugly, ear shattering sound that dared threaten it. The bastardization of the peace was only punctuated by a single word: "FUCK!"