That One Patient

Finally, at long fucking last, I get a message from the princesses themselves that say access to the archives will be granted in about seven days. Nice to have gotten an exact ETA on that end. If that library has the sum of this world’s knowledge packed into one large room, I bet I can find the information. If it’s as big as I guess, I might need Celestia’s help on that end but she’s dealing with the aftermath of what that filly Cozy Glow did. Still, I have that letter on standby and ready to send it to her at a moment’s notice. I can sense the end of this long road and it has taken a lot out of me. Maybe then, I can finally rest.

Today, my charge, Apollo Glint, had woke up from his short coma. As I suspected, he didn’t remember a thing and thank harmony for that. However, he exhibited increased levels of aggression, much more than I previously observed. When I brought him lunch, he just chucked straight across the room while shouting various obscenities. Then, he tried to start an altercation with one of the staff which led him to be confined to his room for the remainder of the day. I couldn’t just go through an entire day and take no notes. That was where the CCTV Cameras in his room came in handy.

Combined with a steaming pot of Canterlot Roast, I observed Apollo from the CCTV feeds but it was difficult at times to focus. What he did was a routine of pacing around his room while screaming in his regular voice and a deeper on in Tambelonese, alternating between the two. For that, I would’ve brought Parchment to my office so he could translate for me but he took an early day off as his wife had gone into labor. But, I knew enough to be able to translate enough to get by.

Unknown to the staff, I snuck in some markers for Apollo to use so he could put his mind in print, so to say, instead of blood. Well, he did use the markers to full effect, drawing a figure that matched the description of Mr. Skull, at least in the drawing he did a while back but similar nonetheless. What he wrote down was, when translated, was this:

“I am here. I am nigh. Equestria shall be brought to its knees and all who resist will be swept away in The Great Red Tide. I am inevitable.”

Apart from that, when he began hurting himself, I signaled a group of guards, led by Silver Star, to intervene. Unfortunately, Apollo had anther magical lash-out which caused Silver Star’s head to explode in a bloody mess before Apollo was brought down with tranquilizer darts. At this point, if one more incident occurs where somepony dies, I’m sending that scroll to Celestia.