Intoxicating Innocence

I’ve done it all. I’ve turned my hands into all manner of sharp implements, I’ve met alien alicorns, I’ve been to the moon; I am still on the moon. A moon, not my moon. Not the moon which I looked at in the sky as a child. This is a different moon; one which has bad things, and crypts, and mythical beings.

I’ve breathed the O2 depleted air of the crypts, I’ve fought the bad things and won. I’m probably the most travelled human being in the entire history of humans travelling, if that category is still the one into which I fall. I am having severe doubts on that one. But in all of this… adventure, I never thought there would be so much getting lost, walking around, and eating corpses. They never told me that at scientist school. They never told five-year-old Alex Mercer how he might end up stranded on some alien celestial body, drifting about the endless crypts of nothingness filled with monsters, all the while talking to voices within his head. If they had told him that, he would have chosen a different profession. Something less… stressful. A cashier, perhaps. That sounded easy enough.

Maybe a princess. A pampered, pretty little princess. Eh, Luna? Do I have what it takes to be a princess?

Perhaps, with due diligence and a bit of training.

Heh. That’s good enough for me. I mean, I have a horn. That has to score somewhere on the princess prerequisite list, no? It’s not my horn, but it’s a horn. I wonder if I could have a pair of wings? If I can turn my hands into claws, and knives, and what have you, I don’t see why I couldn’t have a pair of wings. This new place has oxygen to propel me, and the bigger bad things would get an even bigger surprise.

I suppose. You are a strange creature, Alex.

Says the voice in my head.

Says the voice in your head, indeed.