DEATH

   I didn't get any anesthetics for my leg, so my early healing process was anything but pleasant. Zecora, Dash, and I had a couple of chats here and there, but nothing much.  We were pretty quiet because of what I just said. I guess I should've said "No," but I'm a very honest and upfront person. I didn't tell them about my plan. Wasn't THAT stupid.

   Zecora then later brought some sort of wooden bottle. It had a funnel tube and a gourd-like bottom. It's scent was very strong, but relaxing. "Here, Mr. Keen, drink this potion," Zecora said "this drink will forever keep you in motion. So take off the mask and-"

   "No fuckin' way," I interrupt.

   "Well, then how are you gonna drink this?" Dash asked. I thought about it for a while (but it was about a second to be %100 honest), and got an idea.

   "A needle."

   Zecora and Dash looked at each other. "You got anything, Zecora?" Dash asked. Zecora was thinking hard. I could tell from her expression.

   She then said, "Stay right here, I'll see what I can find, but my closet is quite a wreck, bear in mind".

   "That's fine, just try to get it as fast as you can," I said.

   Zecora walked off and went into a different room (possibly the closet). "So..." Dash said, "you're a human, right?"

   "Yeah, what about it?" I ask in an unintentionally rude way.

   "Well, what are humans like?" Dash asked. I thought about how I could put it in the best way possible.

   "You've heard of a yin yang, right?" I ask.

   "Yeah," Dash replies.

   "Well, humans aren't like that. Some aren't just evil or just good. There is no hero nor villain. Some do evil things with good intention. It's just how life itself is really. It's all about what the public eye sees. And that's unfortunate, because sometimes that means giving up how you want to express yourself. We are barricaded by moral value; what we THINK is right, not what we know is right. I guess that's why I hated myself for a while, because people cause nothing but trouble."

   Zecora came back with a needle. "Now don't move, young one, this will only take a second, and you shall be as good as new I reckon," Zecora rhymed. I then took the needle and jabbed it into my leg. My leg felt like a million dollars.

   "Sorry, I just really want to get better," I explained.

   "It's fine," Dash said, "If my leg was that bad, I'd do the same."

   I smiled. I then stood up and looked around the room. It was a very tribal heavy atmosphere, with potions, voodoo dolls, and spell books as far as the eye could see. I looked through some of the books, and I saw these things called "hexens", which is what is an experimental fluid to help living organisms without magic gain magic. But there were some magic spells I was more interested in: fire, ice, horse fly swarm, and many more which were supposedly made on accident.

   "Excuse me, Mr. Keen, but do you know those aren't supposed to be seen?" Zecora said. Does she always have to speak in rhyme?

   "Actually, no, no I didn't," I reply.

   "Do you promise, then, to never touch it again?" Zecora asked.

   "Oh, alright," I reply.

   Now I had a promise to keep. But this promise meant I had to find out more about hexens somewhere else. And I had one idea.

   "Hey, Dash!" I yelled as she quickly darts a look towards me, "You know where a library is?"

   "Yeah!" Dash said excitedly, "In fact, I have a friend that is a total book worm! She might find what you need." My eyes widen.

   "Awesome," I say, "Let's go" And in almost no time at all, we were off to her friends place. Dash and I had a small conversation. Apparently her friend's name is Twilight Sparkle.

   We soon stopped at another tree with a door. Except this one looked a lot less decayed. And the door opened much faster. "I heard had a human," possibly Twilight said.

   "Here I am," I said.

   "Oh this is great!" said Twilight, "I've never seen one in pony before!"

   "Well..." I said, "I'm glad I'm appreciated around here". Twilight had a big smile on her face.

   "I'l just leave you two alone," Dash said as she went away.

   "So, you've heard of hexens, right?" I asked.

   "Oh!" Twilight said excitedly, "You want to be hexidized?" I just gave a blank start through my mask. Twilight gave a "You serious?" type of look. "Never mind, just come inside," she said.

   The whole room was filled to the brim with books of all kind. Dictionaries, Thesauruses, Atlases, and, my favorite at the moment, Hexen books. I pointed towards the book with the title "Hexens: A Hoofheld Guide" and said "That one."

   "Oh! I've never tried to Hexedize a human, but it sounds fun," Twilight said, "What Hexen would you like? Growing wings, animal transformation..."

   I thought for a moment and said, "Anything that I can use to destroy things" I replied.

   Twilight looked puzzled. "Why would you ever want anything like that?" I told her my goal. Except a little..."edited".

   This is what I decided to tell her: "I was killed and tourtured in World War 2. I was brought back to life only to be tortured some more, and now I want to bring the murderer to justice." Twilight looked like I just killed her mood for the day.

   Now, don't be mistaken, I hate lying. But this was I lie I needed to tell.

   She gave me potions and needles I requested earlier, and I fuel myself up. First was "Ride the Lightning". my pores were open, sweat was coming out of my hands, and electricity was traveling through it. Next was on called "Jump in the Fire". My skin was burning. Then I started to suffer 5th degree burns, but quickly healed. Then I took "Tornado of Souls". Then "Whiplash". Then "Winter Rose", then "Scout", then "Painkiller", "Seek and Destroy", and many, many more.

   "How do you feel?" Twilight asked. I just but a floating ball of fire above my hand and said

   "Good...Can I get a mirror?" Twilight rolled her eyes and gave me a mirror.

   Then my reflection spoke. It said, "Hello me, meet the REAL me..." My reflection faded away, and I never saw it again.