Truest Test of Character

Chapters

Worthless
Oblivion
Redemption
far later than it should have been

Worthless

[A/N I came up with this idea on my own as well. Writing fanfics is so fun. There will be swearing. Based on my life]
“Come on Michael, time to get up.” This is the first thing I hear everyday. Every single god damn day. (Why must life be so tedious)
The routine for the past few months has been.
Wake up
Get ready
Go to school
Be bored for four hours
Eat lunch
Be bored for two MORE hours
Go home
Get yelled at by mom for not doing homework you actually forgot
Get sent to room
Stay in room till seven
Eat diner
Take shower
Go to bed
Repeat
It was so boring, and lately, I became thinking I was a useless piece of shit. One night, the routine breaks.

I grab my knife with my trembling hands and hold it to my neck, tears streaming down my face. “I can’t do it. God damn I don’t even have the balls to free my family from the burden that I am. WHY AM I SO FUCKING STUPID” I close my knife put it in my pocket and fall onto my bed crying myself to sleep. Just like every other night in my god forsaken life.

(Where the hell am I? There’s nothing here but darkness. What the hell?) I wait for what seems like hours but could honestly be seconds, I have no fucking idea. (Hold up a sec. Eternal darkness. I was depressed. And I had a knife. Did I finally grow a pair and off myself? But wouldn’t I remember that?.)
"Michael, you are to prove yourself worthy." a voice deafening yet faint comes from everywhere, yet nowhere
(WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU.)
"Show respect for those more powerful than you can imagine."
(I SHOW RESPECT WHEN I’M GIVEN RESPECT. NOW ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION.)
"Interesting philosophy. Very well you may call me Aliron"
(Now, do you want something, or are you just here to make small talk?)
"I like you."
(Thanks?)
"It’s a good thing. Now back to what I came here for. You have been chosen to prove yourself and the human race."
(And it had to be me? There are seven billion OTHER humans, what makes me so special?)
"Nothing"
(WELL THAT JUST MAKES ME FEEL ALL WARM AND FUZZY INSIDE.)
"Believe me. For once It’s a good thing" (Great now a disembodied voice is making me pissed. WHAT NEXT) "You are going to be sent to a forest to overcome five challenges" (I had to fucking ask) "and if you die then you get what you wanted" (…fuck…)you will be given your knife and a stone to sharpen it.: (At least I’m allowed that. Well here we go.)

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“Ugh, what the hell happened. Where the fuck am I?” I look around and see… a generic forest. “Where the hell am I?” My thought process was interrupted by a roar from what seemed to be a very large animal “I don’t know what the hell that is but it probably doesn’t have the answer to my question, Time to ru- oh shit, a dragon.” All thought processes stopped at that moment and I can’t remember exactly what happened. I do remember where I ended up. Miles away and leaning a tree. (How the hell did I do that? What the fuck happened? First things first GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS FOREST.)
"Congratulations you survived the first challenge"
(Who the fuck is this?)
"Your old buddy Aliron. Did you already forget about me?"
(How could I forget the son of a bitch that sent me here.)
"You do realize I gave you a better life"
(How does this count as better?)
"You’re not miserable are you?"
(Shut up)
"We both know I won’t. Now for surviving the first challenge I will tell you what the reward for overcoming all five challenges is."
(That would be?)
"A new life"
(like that will help)
"I wasn’t finished. Now as I was saying. A new life, in Equestria"
(Should I be thrilled?)
"Aren’t you a Brony?"
(No, just because I’m a furry doesn’t mean I’m a Brony.) [furry pride]
"Well I can tell you’ll like it"
(Leave me the fuck alone.)
"All right then, but I will give you one thing, a short sword"
(Thank god I LARP) [I really do] (Wait)
"yes?"
(Could I have a staff with two short swords on the ends and each sword is sharp on one side and the blades are facing)
"Just let me see your memories."
(What?) After this all of my LARPing memories flooded my mind and the weapon I was envisioning appeared before me.
"Ah a beautiful weapon, the Swallowtail I believe it was called. It shall be yours and yours alone"
(How the fuck did you do that?)
"I am an all powerful being. I don’t need to explain myself. Looks like you’re going to get some practice with the Swallowtail"
*awooo*
(Ah shit, wolves)
"Since you are inexperienced I will assist you, but only slightly"
At this everything slowed to a crawl, except for me.
(All right an adrenaline rush. Fine by me. Damn, that’s a lot of wolves.)
My instincts took over and I was whirling the Swallowtail around my body. Effortlessly blocking with the handle and the dull edge of one blade while striking with the sharpened edge of the other, the purpose of its unusual shape.

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Bloodied bodies surrounded me. I was drenched. As was the swallowtail. (What have I become, no it was just survival)
"You cope amazingly well."
(As I said before. GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME)
"You know that if I had not assisted you, you would have died"
(I don’t know if I want to live.)
"You’ve had enough for one day. You can rest without fear of being attacked, or getting hypothermia"
(Great.)
[A/N Depressing much? Depression sucks, and I speak from experience. I do LARP and I’m a furry.]

Oblivion

[A/N Either I’m getting better at writing fics or the subjects I’m writing about are becoming more interesting, would ya’ll mind telling me which it is. And ya’ll can thank my lazy ass Spanish teacher for me being able to get these done so fast.]
“Ugh, where the hell am, oh yeah, challenges. Time to get up.” This was the first time in years I woke up without hearing my mother’s voice (Oh damn what about my mom? What happened to my family?)
“They are in no danger”
(…)
“Your welcome.”
(I’m not thanking you.)
“You will.”
(Doubt it. I’m not even thanking you for the Swallowtail, because you owe me.)
“How so?”
(Let’s see you abduct me in my sleep, put me in this strange world filled with god knows what, where each and every one of those god knows what is hungry, and I’m on the menu. Remind me why I should be thanking you)
“No matter what I say you won’t see until you are done with these challenges”
(Just gotta live then. All right, are you going to supply food for me?)
“Whatever you manage to gather I will match.” (Fair enough)
“Be grateful I’m doing that”
(I wasn’t talking to you. Er thinking?) [Forgot to say last time. Bold parenthesis are Ferote’s thoughts that are directed at Aliron, italic quotations are Aliron speaking to Ferote. Non-bolded parenthesis are Ferote thinking to himself]
“Just call it talking.”
(All right.) (now let’s go set some traps, wait) (Hey Aliron, could I have a fire?)
“You may have some flint”
(Close enough.) (Might as well cook the wolves, food is food after all) I strap the Swallowtail to my back with the leather cord it came with. (All right, let’s see leaves, twigs, some dead branches, and logs, let’s do this.)

(Starting fires is easy. Wait why don’t I smell blood anymore. SON OF A BITCH, SOMETHING STOLE MY FOOD. Calm down man, just calm down. I just gotta set some traps and go hunting. No problem.) After wandering around for a while, setting traps as I go to mark my way, I hear a growl from the bushes. I slowly turn while gradually reaching for the Swallowtail. (Awesome, food, I hope there’s not too many) A huge wolf jumps out from the bush, and when I say huge, I mean bigger than me, and I’m 5’6”. [If the writing style changes here it’s because I took a break from writing and read some fics. One of those was My Little Dashie… SO DAMN SAD] “Oh shit.”
(Little help?) Silence was the reply of the universe (Of course as soon as I need you you’re not there.) Unlike when I was running from the dragon, I remember every detail of the wolf leaping towards me. I was fast but not enough to dodge the lethal strike, instead of hitting my torso it’s paw landed on my foot with bone shattering force, scuffing the tip of my leather boot. (Thank the lord for steel toes.) The wolf recoils from the pain, only to return with a vengeance to see, eternal darkness. “Sorry.” I didn’t give it time to turn before I severed it’s spine with a well placed stab. (It’s just survival. Him or me. If I didn’t I would have starved.) I just told myself this over and over, drilling it into my skull that I am not a murderer.
“Congratulations, the second challenge is complete”
(Where were you?)
“I can’t tell you.”
(Why not?)
“Because there is no answer. Even I don’t know.”
(What the hell are you talking about?)
“You asked where I was.”
(Fine. Wait, that was the second challenge?)
“Yes. First the challenge of speed, then the challenge of wit.”
(You’re not going to tell me what the other challenges are, are you?)
“Nope”
(Could you at least help me get this back to my camp.)
“Of course.” the wolf disappeared, with me still on it. (Ow, my ass)
“Sorry.”
(It’s all right, gotta check the traps anyway)
“Do I detect a hint of kindness in your tone?”
(Shut the hell up.)
“No, anyway I won’t help you with the cold or the animals tonight.”
(Fine by me, I don’t like depending on others.)
“You might want to get started on that shelter soon.”
(Rain?) The universe answered for him with a flash of lightning and a rumble of thunder. (and the thunder rolled, heh)
“What is amusing.”
(That wasn't directed at you) (This is starting to piss me off)
“It’s not my fault I’m an omnipotent being”
(Thoughts are meant to be private!)
“Again, not my fault.”
(Just gotta censor my thoughts then, I wonder) “Hey Aliron?”
Silence
“Perfect.”
“What is it that you are wondering about that I can’t hear?”
(You can only read my mind. You can’t hear my voice) “Some omnipotent being you are.”
“Looks like you just got some privacy, and some water from the heavens.”
“(FUCK)” [thought and spoke]
[A/N writing these things is SO DAMN FUN. It’s actually helping with the sadness of My Little Dashie. A little bit]

Redemption

A/N I just can’t stop writing. And about my lazy ass Spanish teacher. Here’s how it works. I do absolutely nothing apart from tests, and I have a fucking 92 in his class. Even on the tests he leaves the charts for how to conjugate the verbs on the board. FREE CREDITS. If the writing style changes periodically it’s because I like to listen to music as I write, and music changes my mood slightly. It was only misting right now, but the fire was small when I left and judging from the clouds this is only the beginning. (Fuck the traps, the wolf is enough. I can survive a little hunger, but starting the fire again would be hell. Thank god I stocked up on firewood.)
(Aliron could you teleport me to my camp?) [Why is teleport not a word?]
“I can do better. There is an empty cave nearby. I will teleport you and all of your supplies there. You might want to stop running.” I tried to stop, but mud isn’t good for traction. Suddenly I was hurled forward as my treads gripped the rough stone of the cave floor, hurled forward straight into the hard stone of the cave wall.
(SHIT)
*CRASH*

Aliron’s perspective
[Italic parenthesis represents Aliron’s “thoughts”]
(Oh no. He’s unconscious and there’s a pack of wolves outside the cave, what to do, what to do. I’ve got it, I just hope this doesn’t kill him.) I move into his body to take control. When I take control of his motor functions something awakens inside of his mind, something I have only seen once in my eternal life, the Spirit of the Forest. (How is this possible? A human with this spirit in his, how is he still alive? No matter, he is still unconscious, I must solve the problem I created, I must merge with him to correct my mistake) As I merge my thoughts with his mind his body’s shape changes. He changes from a scrawny individual of less than average height to a very tall being with well defined muscles. [From 5’6” to 6’10”] His hair turns pure white with midnight black streaks. Then his eyes open, they are no longer the clear blue of the noonday sky, they are now the darkness of an eclipsed sun. The mental changes are more difficult to describe because when his eyes open I am forced out of his mind by the Spirit of the Forest [Underlined text, whether parenthesis or quotation marks, indicate that the Spirit of the Forest is speaking/thinking (depends on whether it is quotation or parenthesis)]
“(WHO DARES ENTER THE MIND OF THIS BEING WHO HAS SO GENEROUSLY GIVEN ME A PLACE TO RECOVER FROM FROM MY WOUNDS?)”
“Spirit of the Forest, it is I, Aliron. But I had a reason to do so.”
(STATE YOUR REASON SO I MAY DECIDE WHETHER TO SPARE YOU.)
“There is a pack of wolves outside of this cave, and I had accidentally knocked Michael unconscious, I was merely taking control over his body temporarily so he would not be feasted on by the wolves.”
(DO YOU THINK I CANNOT DEFEND MYSELF AND THE BEING THAT HOSTS ME?)
“No no no that isn’t what I meant, I had no idea that Michael was hosting you, I’m not sure if he knows either.”
(He doesn’t. Now I shall solve this problem. Begone my brethren, this being is not to be eaten. Now Aliron explain to me why this being is in a cave.)
“Simply observe his memories oh powerful one.”
(You may refer to me as Reive)
“As you wish”

(Michael has no need to prove himself.)
“What of the other humans?”
(I shall judge them myself.)
“Yes Reive. How shall we tell Michael?”
(I shall tell him myself)

Michael’s POV
(What the hell happened? Ah fuck, my head.)
(Michael, you have no need to prove yourself)
(Great, and you would be?)
(I am the Spirit of the Forest, but you can call me Reive.)
(Why do you seem familiar?)
(Because for many years your mind has hosted me.)
(WHAT?)
(As I’m sure you’re aware, pollution on earth is out of hand, and being a nature spirit I am very vulnerable to pollution. In the haze of my mind I wandered for years searching for somewhere to rest. I came across your mind. You love nature like no other human I’ve seen, and that love healed me, albeit slowly. I apologize for doing so without your permission.)
(Don’t apologize, I had a spirit of nature inside my mind. HOW GREAT IS THAT?)
(After all of these years in your mind you still surprise me. As a reward for healing me I shall grant you three things. First, I shall make you the Spirit of the Everfree. Second, I shall grant your friends and family eternal happiness. The third, is for you to decide)
(Oh god, such a choice) My first thought is eternal happiness with the ones I care about, but then I remember all of the pain I have caused my family. (I can’t go back to them, they probably think I’m dead anyway. Wait what was that place Aliron talked about? Equestria was it?)
(Reive, I want a new life, in Equestria)

At that moment in Canterlot Hospital
“Congratulations it’s a colt.” The colt was red in color, but not from blood, with a red and blue mane.
“What will we name him?”
“Ferote, Ferote Eerfreve.”
“I love it.”
[A/N I know I left it open ended but this story isn’t meant to stand on it’s own. It’s the back story to the OC Ferote Eerfreve. Ferote is currently is in Where…am I? by Phoenixfire92, but he will be in more. I’ll add a chapter with a link when he gets put in a new story so track this if you want to see all the stories he’s in. If he is in a story that isn’t in a chapter (besides Where…am I?), tell me, because either they stole him, or I simply forgot to add the chapter. Seeya next time.]
-Michael

far later than it should have been

How I lived My Life Twice
He has been in there for a while, I just forgot