“New...very new.”

“Young.”

“Easy...Control,” voices swirled around me with the last broken sentence jolting me awake.

“Mind...Shredded.:

“We are one...We are he.”

“Hush he wakes.”

I looked for the voices only to see a world of sand and inch deep red water. Both the sun and moon floated above in a blinding eclipse. Structures rose from the water far in the distance but before I could walk the earth shuddered under a tremendous weight. I turned around coming face to face or helmet to helmet with a massive metal creature inscribed with trillions of runes. The odd four-armed golem carried with it a glowing crystal plate with shifting images and a multi-tool that shifted forms seemingly at random as it worked on its side which had a large gash in it. Each of its unoccupied arms held four human-like fingers and a thumb.

“Welcome newcomer I am artificial entity #420 specialty made for cataloging new entries into the current prison.”

“But I’m not a prisoner.”

“You are either a prisoner, a warden, or the wielder of the prison’s external form.”

“I am the wielder,” I said hesitantly.

“Oh what a joyous day it has been millennia since you have visited!” the creature shouted.

“I however am not your original wielder,” the golem stopped. “It is my understanding that a millennia ago a pair of alicorns known as Luna and Celestia stole the physical form of this tool and perverted its meaning,” I said, pulling out some bullshit story.

“I remember the wielder telling us to hide until one of sufficient power discovered us. You are the one,” Oh no I’m part of a prophecy.

“420 I have an important question.”

“What is it?”

“Is it possible to regain lost memories within this realm?” I asked.

“Not exactly due to the fact that time runs faster here and so while you sleep seconds outside we work years within here. Your memories have most likely coalesced into a being all their own much like the shattered nightmare and splintered mind of the chaos spirit have merged into one being. It would be a better idea for you to work with the new form your memories have taken after all two heads are better than one.

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Metal hissed in the forge as rune-covered cylinders were cooled with magical water, loud clanking and shrieking sounds echoed around the spacious room as bolts of metal tightened the clamps on the metal cylinders, and magic rippled through the air as crystal magic batteries were charged via the use of thermal magical energy conduits.

“Keep the batteries moving we’ve only got a hundred of the things we’ll need ten times that if we want to stand a chance while the king is out of commission!” yelled Runestone.

“TWANG!” a massive metal bolt embedded itself into the hardened wall before being pulled back by the winch the bolt was attached to. A massive ballista sat atop a sled with specialty spikes on the sides which when reeling in an airship would deploy and anchor the sled to the ground.

“Watch where you're firing that thing you dumbfucks!” yelled Runestone as I watched from the side once more looking over the flammable changeling jelly made from the underground pockets of black liquid. It would be launched by the few trebuchets that were left after being replaced by the new cannons and would coat the ground in the black jelly. After this was completed flaming bolts of magic and flaming arrows would ignite the jelly burning the enemy who would be trapped in the tar-like substance.

“Sir while we have the ideas for the flaming jelly out perhaps we should speak about the Terror Project.”

“Yes, that...tell me about those...things.”

“They are an altered form of the Crystalmorphs recently dubbed Combatmorphs due to their sole purpose being for combat. They while still being loyal to the king possess a higher intelligence or at the very least as much as the king allows them to have. They can also adapt to their current surroundings so should their enemy be in the air they would develop wing-like structures with flight magic or should they need armor then their armor would build upon it using excess magic. Of course, this project is in its infant stages and not even close to completion.”

“Good make sure to speak to me before doing anything no matter what anyone says,” I said as I left to go assist on the Gatling gun project. Unknown to me however the Unicorn behind me smiled maliciously and looked into a magical mirror displaying dozens of stasis-locked Combatmorphs.

“So your me,” I said to the multicolored version of myself.

“Most of your memories pertaining to high-level technological constructs and all emotions not related to our sister are stored within me or is it us. You or we still possess some useful knowledge and emotions pertaining to our sister. As long as we work as one we should stay mentally intact much like Amalgam stays intact,” My other half stated gesturing towards the multi soul/memory creature to the left of 420.

“If we can connect is there any way for the rest of those here to come out?” I asked 420 who I now knew to be a artificial magical intelligence (AMI).

“If you were able to create a sufficiently stable body for us then yes. I would recommend attempting to allow a lesser AMI before attempting to bring me into reality.”

“PlEaSe Do ThEsAmE fOr Us!” loudly stated Amalgam who had yet to speak in its ear destroying eldritch voice. “We apologize even one such as you must feel the force of the splinter of the elder god’s shattered soul residing in our core.”

“Thank you Amalgam.”

“So you are my real form so you shall be known as Jekyll and I as Hyde. Is this acceptable?” Said the now named Hyde.

“Yes, 420 assist Hyde in keeping track of my memories and the mental development of new ideas for mechanical constructs. Amalgam would you mind gathering those who wish to leave this place and serve me?”

“As long as I may leave this eternal prison then I shall serve you Jekyll.”

“Well, then how do I get out of here.”

“Bind the elements mentally as you have done in the physical world.”

Mentally I felt for the whispering voices and latched on to them forcing them to submit and serve me until in an instant my eyes snapped open and above me loomed a red Crystal morph that emitted a sense of malevolence. Immediately I grasped its skull and squeezed till it turned to dust and filtered through the cracks in my fingers like sand.

Author's Note

So I've changed what my weapons are going to look like Unfortunately, the system is being annoying right now and will not allow the posting of pictures so I will describe. The Zepplin will now be an Iron Sky Zepplin but with guns replacing the stored ships. There will now be field guns and the Gatling guns will have a field gun protective shield. Magical versions of the field guns and magic muskets will be available as well as break-action double-barreled shotguns. A lot of this is for the next chapter but some is in this