The day had passed, and night had finally arrived. Everything was quiet, no snarling of monsters and no sound of ash drifting to the harshest of winds. This world was much different from her own. It had hope and fertility even in a shadowed land like Elenaris.
'Those heroes must be gone by now.' Thought the clone to herself. Laying in Mono's bed, she felt herself drifting and for once in a long ti, there was fear of being eaten alive by monsters that road every inch of her ruined world.
Yet as her eyes lingered on the ceiling, she couldn't fall asleep as wonder had taken control of every corner of her mind. From thoughts of staying here, in this world and living as the iron queen forever, to snatching Adith and the god of ti as soon as she could and reversing the fate of her world and sohow saving everything and everyone. Wishful thinking…And she wasn't blind to that fact.
'I can't be hasty.' Moving a hand on her chest, she reached out to the gift imbued into her by Pathfinder. 'I can only get the portal to open once more, and I still haven't even found this supposed mortal turned god.'
Tossing and turning with worry, contracting her heart, the clone curled into a ball and tried not to think at all. The gods had betrayed her once, and the hero had failed her plenty, and the king had driven her to insanity. Their bodies now, dust fluttered through the land's harsh winds. She could taste their ashen at down her gullet, and it only made her feel even more disgusted at herself.
Through gritted teeth, she growled. Her mind, bent and feral, urged her to destroy what life was held within these lands.
'Why do they deserve it, and I did not? Why did that bitch co back to life when I had to suffer in this abomination of a body?' Half tal, half heart, half human, half machine. No wonder her mind wandered between the extres. If Mono was a mad woman, then this clone of hers was beyond saving.
"Shut up…SHUT UP!" Grabbing her head, she began pounding it against the bed. Rolling about anxiously, she began scratching herself everywhere until her anxiety pulled her off the bed. "Shut up…Shut upp!!"
As unrest welled up in her heart, the clone decided to walk through the corridors and get her mind off of everything. Yet the air, free of ash, followed her everywhere as a reminder. A reminder of betrayal and broken promises, all the while, she'd continued to uphold her end of the deal to help the saviors of her world.
The gods wanted an army, and so she provided it to them. The hero required the sa, and many more needed her expertise everywhere. In doing so, their reliance on her grew, forcing her to live beyond her mortal ans. The elves and the demi-humans, even the king and the magus of her world, lived as youthful as ever–while her own body began to degrade.
Only after shaking hands with a devil did she regain her youth–but even then, the tal that remained a part of her haunted her every day.
"Look at this place…" Leaning against an open window on the castle wall, she looked down at the spiralling city–still vibrant with light and crowned with the spire and the brothel beside it. In comparison, the castle was dim, dark and desolate–almost devoid of life in so way that she couldn't exactly pinpoint. "Their world is dood for failure, and they are still enjoying themselves as if the apocalypse will wait."
Having only known work for the past few centuries, the clone struggled to understand why the people were allowed even a mont's rest. Shouldn't they be working? Building, forging, brewing and stirring the potion pots to deliver goods to the frontlines. But if not? Then what was she doing all this ti? Working as a slave and only getting recognized for her effort when nobody was left but her to save the world.
'A sacrificial lamb. That's what they think of .' She thought, and she was right.
Her heart sank at the realization–but as it wasn't the first ti that she'd reached the conclusion, she quickly brushed off that portion of her reality and instead focused on the current ti. A quick glance down the window, she wondered whether falling from that height would kill her. She even almost convinced herself to climb the fra, but the cold grip of death kept the clone from embracing her.
'Whatever. Once ti spins around–' Pushing herself away from the window, she began to walk through the corridors once more. 'I'll take over the restored world and change everything that led to its ruin.'
As noble as she told herself her intentions were, she wasn't quite a maiden in distress to allow herself the benefit of the doubt. After all, the three thousand machina that she'd brought were each run by the broken bodies and souls of the apocalypse survivors. Maid and shattered of minds, the soldiers were loyal to Mono but only because they had no choice.
However, if they were to perish or their master, nobody was left in their world to mourn their loss. The few left behind were never supposed to wake up. Their bodies were frozen as specins of different races in case Mono found so way to revive their bloodline. But if the army never returns? Their bodies would rot inside the ice and eventually turn to mush.
'A better fate than having to eat each other.' Finally, as the clone's mind eased a little, she decided to head back to bed with mories of the foul human taste in her mouth. 'At least the food here is good, the land's fertile still–maybe I should take so of it back with when I return?'
If for so reason her plan were to fail, she decided to take back the fertile soil so that at least she could grow sothing to eat besides the flesh of humanoid creatures. But that day had yet to co, after all–Razor hadn't been found and without him, the needle of ti couldn't be turned.
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