Unfinished JoJo's Bizzare Adventure Green


                                            Written for the JoJo's Bizzare Adventure General.

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                                            >Ruler of the Darkness

                                            >Shadow Lord

                                            >Cowards, all of them, naming you again and again to deny your true nature

                                            >King Sombra, the true ruler of the Crystal Empire. That is your one and only name!

                                            >Yet in spite of your tremendous power...it was not enough

                                            >About a thousand years ago the rules of the Sun and the Moon banished you from the throne, rightfully yours

                                            >About a thousand years later you struck back, in their weakest moments

                                            >And yet...the power of Love swept yours away

                                            >Amazingly, there are but two things keeping you alive...one of them is hatred

                                            >Hatred for those fools, for taking away what was yours from the beginning!

                                            >...

                                            >Perphaps you were the fool. Perhaps it was you who made a mistake

                                            >In your years of commanding legions, you were not prepared for their retaliation

                                            >You did not expect such power...much less from those weaklings

                                            >...

                                            >...and you yourself are not any better

                                            >In your current state...you can barely keep yourself together

                                            >You can barely even move...or speak...or think...

                                            >Your thoughts are weak, it's like you've been holding your breath for more than a year

                                            >...there are but two things keeping you alive

                                            >One of them is hatred, hatred for what these ponies have done to you

                                            >But there is another thing, one that drives you even further

                                            >A dreadful feeling, an unspeakable sensation that invades your being

                                            >Fear

                                            >Fear of the oblivion, of the place for the forgotten, of the sleep that will never end

                                            >How ironic, the Ruler of the Darkness, afraid of the eternal void awaiting for him...

                                            >Well, you have been thinking of embracing this feeling more than once...

                                            >But not now

                                            >You cannot rest peacefully just yet

                                            >There are still many things that need to be done...

                                            >...

                                            >...a cave

                                            >...it has been two weeks of near endless storms out in this desert

                                            >Two weeks of perpetual torment, and at long last...

                                            >A cave...there is a faint yellow glow coming from the inside...

                                            >For once, in your existence, the light is very...attractive

                                            >And as you approach the walls of the cave, you are quite relieved

                                            >For the first time in two weeks, you feel...calm...at peace...

                                            >This sensation...this pleasure...this...tranquility

                                            >And yet, you cannot let it overflow your being

                                            >You cannot rest peacefully just yet

                                            >Not without settling your objectives first...your goals...

                                            >And once again, those old sentiments of hatred and fear return...

                                            >Those emotions that kept you alive, drive you deeper into the cave

                                            >Deeper in the heart of the unknown, slowly but steadily

                                            >...

                                            >And deeper you went

                                            >...

                                            >And the light became brighter

                                            >...

                                            >And the light came to be a torch

                                            >Here you stood, the outside world shined through the distant cave entrance

                                            >But now, like moths attracted to light, you stood before the flame

                                            >And as the cave went deeper, you saw another faint glow in the distance

                                            >One that was struggling to survive, like a prey mortally wounded

                                            >...

                                            >And deeper you went

                                            >...

                                            >And the light became brighter

                                            >...

                                            >And his voice became clear

                                            >His voice. Shaky, but determined

                                            >''...we'll get out of here cutie pie, understand?''

                                            >There was another noise after. That of heavy breathing

                                            >And a feminine voice was heard, right after

                                            >''...I don't...I can't...''

                                            >It quickly fell apart. What came next was what can only be described as a sorrow melody, the tragic screams of a mare who met an unfortunate fate

                                            >Crying, sobbing, desperate for help

                                            >''It's okay...it's okay...here...''

                                            >As he said this, you stopped

                                            >The light suddenly came to a halt. Something had obscured it

                                            >Vaguely, you could make out the shape of a stallion

                                            >It's back was exposed to you, its hooves were moving left and right

                                            >A box, bandages, a fur coat...those were the things he was desperately grabbing and leaving behind

                                            >And in front, laid a mare. You could vaguely tell her face from the tears rolling down her eyes, reflecting the torchlight from the cave

                                            >The stallion, on the other hand, was determined on curing her wounds...

                                            >''You're going to be alright cutiepie, I promise, you're gonna be alright!''

                                            >His last sentence echoed through the cave.

                                            >...

                                            >and the distant cave entrance was devoid of any light

                                            >''Look at me. Look at me, there's nothing to fear as long as you're with me, okay?''

                                            >The mare cleans off her face with her hoof. She continues to weep, much more silently now

                                            >...

                                            >''See? Much better now...''

                                            >...

                                            >''What's that?''

                                            >Two days passed

                                            >...perhaps it was not wise to unleash your hatred amongst those ponies

                                            >At that moment you did not care much. Your hunger was too strong, it was only natural you did what you had to

                                            >And after consuming the final life force, the final speck of magic, you finally were able to breathe

                                            >...you felt cold. You felt weak. You felt...alive

                                            >And here came again that feeling of relief, of tranquility, of knowing you were given a second chance to redeem yourself

                                            >Once again, you are at peace. You...are.

                                            >But as a price to pay, came other feelings

                                            >The wrath that kept you alive is long gone and instead remains the fear of failure

                                            >Shortly afterwards, desolation

                                            >You are but one, after all, to die here would leave nothing else of you

                                            >And even in your prime, you were still defeated by something greater

                                            >The tragic thing is, it is far too late to go back. This journey was not made in vain, and you will not rest peacefully yet

                                            >Vengeance has consumed what little remains of your soul

                                            >What other choice do you have? Monsters are born too big, too strong, too destructive

                                            >All you can do to prevent everyone from trying to slaughter you is to fight back and annihilate everything that stands in your way

                                            >It is your tragedy, a life with power, but without peace...

                                            >Unless

                                            >Two days ago, you had a taste of peace, a glimpse of what could've become of your kingdom if no one else bothered

                                            >That feeling was present today again

                                            >If you could find the balance between hate and peace, you could accomplish wonders

                                            >If you had a moment of peace shortly after a moment of rage...!

                                            >If you made these ponies suffer without breaking your soul further!

                                            >...They will know true terror! Chaos will make way for order! And you will be King once more!

                                            >...your thoughts are interrupted by the sudden pain, hitting the back of your head

                                            >...

                                            >...so you take a step to the outside of the cave

                                            >...

                                            >...and another step into the night

                                            >...

                                            >...and another towards the Crystal Empire

                                            >...

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                                            >...it really be one of those days

                                            >You planted as many apples as you could, harvested as many apples as there were, carried them up and down until your back started to hurt

                                            >But now, the sun is settling down, and there is nothing else to do

                                            >You're exhausted but very satisfied with your work

                                            >Work pays off at the end of the day

                                            >And now, you get some time for your own as well

                                            >If only you had something to do...Cherry Lee is out of town, Applebloom is with her friends, AJ and Spike said they're gon do friendship stuff with Twilight...

                                            >Nope

                                            >Looks like it's one of those lonely days again

                                            >One of those days where you sit on yer flank and look at the sunset

                                            >...even a stallion, with as many friends as you have, will agree that nothin can beat a good ol time with yourself

                                            >Only the sound of birds, the wind carrying the leaves of the trees, and the sunlight caressing your face

                                            >...eyup. Nothing beats this feeling...not even that galloping noise coming from behind you

                                            >...the noise is getting stronger...

                                            >Alright, that bout it, who thought...

                                            >Oh it's just...you forgot her name

                                            >She's pulling a caravan on her own, one big hecking caravan you might say

                                            >Poor unfortunate mare, she might need some help and...welp, you got nothing to do, nothing to do

                                            >You stand up and walk towards the blue unicorn, you still can't remember her name

                                            >She too is exhausted, breathing heavily while resting on the floor

                                            >Her wizardry hat covers her face, but not after she notices the sound of your hoofsteps

                                            >She quickly gets up in all fours

                                            >''You dare to approach me? The Great and Powerful Trixie needs no help!''

                                            >Oh yeah! That was her name

                                            >She immediately begins to pull her caravan. It stands still, it seems there is no more strength left in her body

                                            >She'll probably give up at this point...yup

                                            >She grunts heavily and gives you an annoyed look before asking

                                            >''At the very least you would've shown concern over a poor mare like I!''

                                            ''Well...''

                                            >She did say she could handle it on her own, but at the same thing, you know she can't ju-

                                            >''Fine! ...''

                                            >She's struggling to make her words clear. Most likely out of exhaustion, or maybe it's her pride

                                            >''I am in need of help. Your help! ''

                                            >Well that was fast. You reluctantly

                                            >...

                                            >So you pulled the cart over the hill

                                            >...

                                            >Naturally, the mare...

                                            >Trixie was tired, who knows where she comes from but

                                            >''Can you BELIEVE how many days I had to pull this big useless car? If not for the kind townsfolk of Somnambula, I would still have sand in my nostrils!''

                                            >Oh, Somnambula. You've heard of it before! It's a nice...dessert...

                                            >You look at her. She's visibly annoyed, breathing heavily, most likely about to errupt in anger

                                            >...she doesn't, thankfully. She catches her breath, before proceeding

                                            >''Well, Big Mac...''

                                            >How'd she know your name?

                                            >''...I am truly grateful for your help. I would've never gone past the first couple of trees''

                                            >It wasn't even that steep, but you understand regardless

                                            >''As a showcase of my gratitude, I will let you take a look inside my magical caravan!''. The way she stands makes it look like she's waiting for an applause

                                            >Well...you're used to walk outside the farm at midnight, to make sure those pesky bats stay away from the apples

                                            >A little glimpse won't hurt and, well, you can still see the twilight in the distance

                                            >You move behind the caravan, and immediately after, a little firework explodes in front of you

                                            >Trixie stands in front of the closed curtains, the smoke coming from below her hooves inviting you to the unknown

                                            >''And now...feast your eyes with the magic artifacts I have collected!''

                                            >Just as she says this, the curtains behind her suddenly open, covering Trixie in a dark cloud of smoke

                                            >And just as quickly as this happens, the smoke dissapears. In Trixie's place, there are three fireworks, lightened up and about to take off

                                            >You quickly jump back, one of the fireworks nearly hit you up in the face!

                                            >...the trio of rockets take flight, and gain height before exploding one after the other!

                                            >In blue colors, the words ''DARE'' ''TO COME'' ''INSIDE'' appeared in the sky, and disappeared as quickly as they came, leaving nothing but sparkles in their place

                                            >''Well then...?''

                                            >Trixie looks at you with a giant grin on her face. Her hat is missing, and there are blue sparkles all around her

                                            >It kinda makes you wonder, despite being so tired earlier on, she's still willing to pull off an ace up her...hat

                                            >And surprisingly, you still don't know why

                                            >Either she did it to not make herself look bad...

                                            >...or maybe, despite being tired, she still wanted to surprise you

                                            >The curtains close behind you as you step inside, you notice the wagon appears to be bigger than what it looks from the outside

                                            >And all around you there is glitter. There's an absurd amount of shining objects, you might go see the doctor after this!

                                            >Maybe the only thing that isn't shining is a door, and Trixie is peaking through the other side

                                            >''Try not to touch all you see while I, prepare myself! For...for...'' she closes it before finishing

                                            >...alright

                                            >You're used to walking under the moonlight at hours like these, making your way back to the farm before Granny Smith gets too worried...

                                            >Well, this is more or less the same. Instead of looking at the darkened landscape, you take a look at...

                                            >There's a cup made out of bone, a red sword! It reminds you of your Ogres & Oubliettes campaign

                                            >Or as Spike and Discord calls it, Dungeons and Discords

                                            >...well, there's also a golden apple

                                            >Quite a lot of gold as a matter of fact. A golden arrow. Golden sunglasses. But you think only one of them would be a better gift for the family...

                                            >...or maybe for yourself even

                                            >The sound of Trixie falling on her face when opening the door stops you from touching the apple

                                            >You now realize, she was just putting her pajamas on

                                            >''Oww, worry not! Trixie's just tired...maybe too tired!''

                                            >She struggles to even keep her eyes open, she didn't even notice when you helped her get up on all fours

                                            >''...Trixie doesn't show this room much often, she is sure there's something...''

                                            >...she can barely keep her head up

                                            >''There's something that might interest you! Is that right?''

                                            >...well, it's just a golden apple...

                                            ''Eyup''

                                            >''EXCELLENT!''

                                            >She jumps excitedly

                                            >''Trixie's Wagon is filled with junk at this point, it was once meant to be filled with gifts for my audience. But now...''

                                            >She smiles, somewhat saddened.

                                            >''If not for the fillies in Somnambula, Trixie would've sold most of these things for a piece of food''

                                            >...

                                            >She yawns, but the look of sadness still remains on her face

                                            >You know this face very well

                                            >It's the look on your face, on the days you think of it all as very tiresome

                                            >But much like the hardworking mare in front of you, the joy of life makes it all worth it

                                            >''...well, what is it then? Maybe it's...!''

                                            >She raises her hoof and puts it behind your ear

                                            >You feel something funny, and what do you know! She pulls out a Golden Apple from it!

                                            >''...behind your ear?''

                                            >And just like a young colt, fascinated by the way the plants grow as the Sun rises...

                                            >You are fascinated

                                            >She, on the contrary, looks at it as if it was a bad apple

                                            >''Can't remember how this one got here...but it's nothing too bad''

                                            >...each word of hers is less enthusiastic than the other

                                            >''As the old saying goes, every pony can become a magician, but a great magician will make the magic out of you''

                                            >...

                                            >''Sleep well, Trixie is tired and wishes to slumber''

                                            >As do you...

                                            >...


                                            Author's note: I had just turned 18 when I wrote this. One of my first greens ever, and it shows.