Author's Note

I decided to branch the story with one additional character, maybe a second in the future for this story to keep any one character from being a total Gary Stu. I wanted to give Carnate a plausible weakness that he would protect to ensure his overall survival but still at risk of death because of it.

Hope you like the pitch and I hope to see some comments about it. See you next time.

Manifest

Perspective: Carnate
Roughly two years have passed since I've been awake and whoever is in charge of this nation is getting dangerously close to me. Using search and scout teams to get closer and closer to discovering who or even what I am. I've tried living anywhere else but the air doesn't feel as alive as here. So I am left with a few options. First is to fight back, but a lot of innocents would be sent to there death. Second, I could hide among them but I would need a convincing history and I'm quite positive they are not dense. Third is to lay low for a bit but that may only work for so long. The final option is to do something completely out of the realm of science and into science fiction or fantasy. I can expel my 'heart' to further my own survival but such a thing may require a manner of castle. The second option would be to crystallize most of my being and form it into a jewel, like a core. The problem with that is that if it ever breaks at any point I would die. To counter this, my 'heart' would take on a physical manifestation while my 'soul' took on a property where, while small, it can protect my heart. Heading into my cave, I began to produce flesh to expel my heart while crystallizing my emissions, which may be part of a soul, into a jewel that the heart can hold for protection.

Days passed, and the teams were getting closer to me, while in my more vulnerable state. The heart was finished but the soul was still forming. This could not be any worse. Thankfully my heart had a consciousness of its own and used the remaining flesh to make the canine body I use and commanded it to leave. There wasn't much, making look starved and the guard ran after it. I looked at my heart and it had taken on the form of an adolescent child with a curious expression before something I wasn't counting on happened. "Why?" I looked confused as it spoke again. "Why make me?"

"I wanted to preserve my existence and doing so require me to separate myself." The crystal was done forming as I cast it in metal and gave it to the Heart. "This will protect you from outside harm." The Heart took the necklace and still wondered. "As I grow in power, so will that gem. You will need to discover your own strength." The Heart had a stern look as I backed away before it softened, allowing me to relax.

"I will need a weapon." I wasn't even thinking about that but I'm glad he brought it up. Forming a Scythe with some mechanical workings where the blade could flip into a spear. The Heart took it without a fuss but he needed a name. "Rinta, will be my name."

"It has no meaning." I realized what I said before he smiled.

"It doesn't need one. I just wanted a name." I smiled at his reason as he returned the gesture, walking out of the cave with his weapon. This gave me time to amass power within the forest as I fought and hunted all manner of creatures, but with nothing left, I needed a plan B. I would need a combination of animals in one body. Casting an alluring pheromone on the cave, bugs and vermin of all kinds came in and started to fight. I sealed off the cave and waited on a nearby summit. The gas had some of me in it, allowing the bugs to merge and grow into different, stronger beings. Finding these bugs would have taken too much time. This helps me, greatly. Days passed as more bugs were able to slip in but that would mean nothing. Soon the gas was attracting stronger creatures of a more supernatural nature, such as wolves made from the forest foliage or vengeful spirits possessing the bodies of corpses. I was impatient but the stronger the better. I'm glad the cave was so big to begin with, allowing for the fights to go on almost indefinitely.

Days passed and the fights proceeded with almost no end until I felt a presence come along. I hid. It felt powerful, too powerful for me to take on. I remained still and saw a white girl with equality white feathers hover above the mountain. The smell must've grown putrid over time as she held her.... muzzle? I know I saw that right. That woman has a muzzle and hooves. She started to cast spells, hoping to dispel what I had started, which would help me. She purified the air within and above the cave as the monster was released. I revealed myself and let it strike me as my body started to absorb the beast. I massive combination of this forests potentially worst creatures. My spirit grew in strength as I, myself, felt nothing that could be deemed spiritual, meaning the jewel is absorbing the supernatural energies I take in while I get the more physical powers.

Retaining a more tame version of the beast's face, I looked at the woman and turned into the canine form before running off. She was hot on me heels as I used the forest to try and out maneuver her, ducking under branches and roots, weaving left and right as I was slowly losing her. Eventually I hid, turning my skin to resemble fallen leaves and moss as she got to my area. She looked over, lighting her her, presumably to find me and groaned, telling me she failed as she flew away. Not even ten years have passed and this woman, who I assume to be the ruler, had almost found me out. If I was going to make It here I will need a disguise suitable for this world to believe. That woman's form suggested royalty so perhaps an image like that may help me avoid questioning for a while. Doing so now, however, would be to abrupt. I'll need to lay so low that worm could crawl past me before trying to establish a disguise. So, for now, I wait.

Elsewhere with Rinta
He was traveling outside of Equestria's borders. A timberwolf saw to that swiftly enough, as he was in griffon territory withing moments. How did he know? He met the welcoming committee and won with only his scythe, though the jewel was supplying knowledge on how to fight and what was happening, mentally. The griffons did not like that a young, monkey looking creature had bested them in combat. This felt like a disgrace to their pride. "I'd like to see your king." His straight forward demand was almost insulting as they got visibly angry before taking this child to their king.

Perspective: Rinta
I was escorted to the capital of the griffon race and the second I entered, every single griffon was eyeing my weapon and the jewel, trying to buy them off me. The jewel expressed zero desire to being taken and my weapon was not for sell. I expressed that myself. Still, can't blame them for trying, but it is a problem if your economy is so bad you are buying from strangers. The guards soon got me to the castle as they looked at me with more pity than they did anger. "Sorry. Our finances are not what they used to be." I already had an idea or two on how to fix this but it would have to wait as I met with the king.

The door to the throne room opened and it was quite cozy and modest, meant for a small court with a griffon sitting at the front. He was aged and had sustained serious injury to his eye and some scars to his arm but was overall okay. "What is the meaning of this?" He asked calmly, addressing about me, more irritated than raciest. "I am trying to address the finance issue and you bring a child here?"

"My king, he requested to see you." One of the guard spoke up.

"Well he can wait." I saw him working as he looked worried and irritated. The guard tried to escort me out until I spoke up.

"Why not propose a tax plan?" He looked up and called his guard off me, allowing me the chance to speak. "From the sound of it, the poor and the rich are likely suffering."

"Indeed." He replied. "The poor can't pay their taxes and the rich have more money than they know what to do with."

"Why not set a base line for how much anyone is allowed to have and increase taxes based on the records and their spending records, setting a budget that must be followed." He looked saddened.

"We tried that." He said. "We don't know where the bottom line is."

"Well it's not zero." He looked up. Just go through the spending and banking records and tax the rich higher prices on their returns, this gives money back to the classes below them and attains a stability that you can make law." He looked intrigued before getting stern.

"And how do you know this will work?"

'If you only knew' "I don't, but it's better to show effort and fail than do nothing and nothing get better." He looked real cross. "I will take full responsibility for your citizens if anything happens."

"You better." Rinta was scared of what he proposed as the griffin king wrote a paper. He hoped that it worked to help the kingdom, because for his sake, it better work or he'll have to run, fight or hide.