“Okay so… ingredients. What is it again? Plasma from gods long dead, got it. Whatever et et cetera… Ground unicorn horn. Got it! Check! Check! Check for everything else too!”

I bounced in place, trying to avoid the delicate instruments on the table and avoid another accident. It was not fun at all cleaning that up an hour ago. But anyway. Time to try again to raise my companion. “Hundredth time’s the charm.”

Not just any companion but a smart obedient little ram headed pony. My Little Grogar. After taking the time to scavenge for parts after my latest endeavor failed so... Explosively. I made steps to not be impaled so easily, such as hydra everything, and yes ladies i mean everything -wink-. i needed to be careful. I wasn't immortal... Yet... and dying would put a damper on my plans of enjoying this new world to the fullest. But after this it was definitely in the stars. I snicker to myself. With so many ideas of what was to happen in this world i wouldn't miss it... Right? I jiggle the handle of my latest machine idly (a thaumic ressanation device, having no earthly idea what it did i had to have it) as i read on. The "evil" tomb practically oozing coldness you could feel even in these frozen wastes. But did i care? Not the slightest. I found early on that evil was just a title these ponies labeled things they had no use of or didn't like.

Like my "Evil" bread toasting knife or my "Evil" organ harvesting robot, even if it didn't always "ask" first it was still a bright invention in my opinion. "So if what i'm getting at is true i need fresher hydra blood for this experiment," i was not looking forward to tussling with those cheating regenerating sons of whores again.

"I hope i have at least one vile left..." i shook my backpack upside down on the table getting a few vials of blisterwort powder and ground up hemlocks seed in my soon to be companions empty chest cavity before like a rainbow shewn oil splot it fell out right into his eye socket. "Just what i needed! Thank you Grogar!" i poured it down his gullet made mostly of hydra leather and some... Fresher parts of unfortunate ponies i had grave robbed in my free time.

Now came the boring part. Chanting for almost an hour while zapping the body with a significant amount of electricity from the generators i set up to raise my most powerful dead and spending upon the wells of magic i had "borrowed" from others as well as what little i had accumulated myself. I cleaned up my lab area and grabbed a snack consisting of a single crystal apple that had seen better days... What? You remember to go shopping while wanted by the law for violating natures order and raising the dead as well as a potion to increase my mana pools. I steared of in eager anticipation as i ran all my last minute calculations. "This is going to be so good..." i smiled and grabbed my worn notebook and turned on the machines as i started to chant, some crystal apple still running down my beard as i got really into it. Power seemingly being sucked out of the air my jade ring focusing it on my latest creation i closed my eyes as the void around his body grew deeper.

BOOOOM! CRACK! Snap... Crackle... Crunch... I fought not to be sick as the first part of the spell revitalized joints and weakened bones. I flowed into the second half of the spell to steal life from the surrounding air and earth and torches and anything that would give up its tiny insignificant life for my creation. I felt myself start to falter as the spell targeted me for the third part. A living soul. I braced and felt the cold hands of death with whom i have made this dance many times before and felt a snag on my very soul, nearly wretching as i felt a small part tear and pull into my latest creation. I shivered as i continued the chant for the fourth parth flipping the switch to push life starting juice into the body at insane amounts but just as i was about to grow weak, a shuddering gasp and a single strung out word, "M-m-master..."

I screamed out in joy the final of the last part of the chant in joy "live grogar so you may serve your master!" Then everything exploded. Hours rolled by as i dipped in and out of consciousness before pulling myself out from under a sizable rock and surveying my handywork. There upon the table... A cumulation of my latests work and effort. Was a black as night burn mark in the general shape of what i had been trying to revive. "FUCK!" All my hard work and i was sure it was working.

Well not revive really but close enough. I sighed punching myself in the head for yet another failure when after a second punch a dark magic aura wrapped firmly but gently around my hand stopping me from just straight up breaking my face. "Grogar??" i looked around and sure enough out of the shadows wrapped in only his own patchy black fur was my hard work.

"It is i master. What would you have of me?" i jumped and whooped for joy but i also had plans "Okay this is what i need you to do. Take this notebook and all my items." i placed my bag on him adjusting the straps as best i could. He was huge! And made like a brick house. I ran around preparing everything for my own immortality. "Now i need you to cut my head off. And when you revi-" last thing i heard was a big meaty THWACK then everything was upside down and sideways, Grogar eager to please had cut my head clean off... Can't fault the guy for work ethic, at least i felt no pain. Wait. How much hydra essence did i have left? Well. Shit.

Author's Note

OH my god so many words! -bats them around happily- What? Not enough words? I sowwie.... -cries in corner-
tell me what you think. This is my first story.