Previous: [link]He'd tricked me. Celestia damn it, he TRICKED me!
I'd trotted in, brazenly expecting to find him there and to have our final battle there and then. It had never crossed my mind that King Sombra was smart, that he would set traps for me...that he'd...studied me, before he'd returned. But, as the explosion rocked the building, sending debris every which way and me flying into a wall, I had time to gather my addled thoughts to consider the situation as I lay bleeding in the firey cabin.
He'd not killed indiscriminately; he'd targeted my friends and family first. He'd killed the Princesses to destroy morale, sure, but that was just the beginning. While I don't remember the details, I remember the hatred, the cold and calculating evil behind those glowing green eyes of his as he offed my friends and family. Each death had ripped a piece of me asunder, until I was nothing but a hollow shell. Maybe it wasn't that I couldn't remember...
Maybe I didn't want to.
Cowardice, plain and simple, but I doubt anyone in their right mind would want to replay those kinds of events again and again in their mind; they would go insane. Grief would destroy what last bit of them remained. Maybe that's why I couldn't remember.
And maybe, just maybe, my own cowardice was why I wasn't able to see through such a simple trap, set up especially for my hate-filled mind, thinking only of finding that heartless bastard and ending him once and for all.
He'd taken the time to calculate; I hadn't. I'd lost my intellectual edge...lost it to more primal desires, of bloodlust and vengeance. And I'd paid dearly.
Rising to my feet, I shook off the pain, letting it fall back to the inner recesses of my mind as the adrenalin kicked in. Whatever injuries I had, I'd deal with later. For now, I had to escape, to get out of here and formulate a plan.
Which was being made all the more difficult by the growing thickness of the smoke above.
Normally, I could douse this fire within seconds with my magic. Normally. But that was before all...this. Sombra, along with taking all of the ones I loved...took two very important pieces of me. One was my right eye; he'd taken it, and apparently cast a spell on it so that it would never properly heal. This brought me weakness, the blood I lost taking a toll on my body. I could feel my energy sap away, second by second, every day. It was horrible. But not as horrible as what else he took.
He took my magic.
He'd taken the very essence of my persona. He'd stolen my special talent from me, left me withering and even more hollow than before. I couldn't even feel the magic rushing through me. He'd not only cut off my magic, he'd taken it altogether. Which left me defenseless.
Good thing I'd listened to my friends.
I ran, swift as I could, to the front door of the...shack? Barn? I couldn't even tell anymore. Didn't matter. Thinking back to my time at Sweet Apple Acres, I reared my legs, tenses my muscles, and...
Again, sorry for bad writing. @_@