|The Soul of the Minister
Author: Mira Kial PM
Listen well, boy, before the flames consume me. This is a dark and bewildering world you're about to enter. That darkness will attempt to consume you, but hear me now - you cannot let this happen. Do not forget: you WILL not let this happen.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure/Fantasy - Meta Knight & R.O.B. - Chapters: 5 - Words: 8,580 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 12-09-12 - Published: 09-16-12 - id: 8532748
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. . .
Oh, the Isle of Ancients was tough enough.
The "people" who live upon it - if you can apply that term to describe them - put up a rather good fight. I was kept busy for an hour or two, subduing them with fire and darkness, no doubt giving you poor humans quite a scare.
But that leader of theirs. . . he is a different story.
I've observed the Master Robot over the years, you see. I've seen his actions. Others have only heard legends of the mysterious being, but I have watched him: the leader of that strange race no one knew much of, the dwellers of the Isle of Ancients. He tried to run from me.
Well, I conquered him.
I saw his ivory eyes - devoid of life or energy. Devoid of personality, even, as if the soul had gone out of him. I conquered him completely, I emptied him and his island of that useless frivolity they call choice.
I am their captain now.
Humph. Finally - it has taken long enough.
. . .
He and his people can taste the color black now.
It's bitter, isn't it, Master? Do you see, now, what it is to be outside?
. . .
Among the legends I've seen humans make up is that this Master Robot is, in actuality, a man. The one who made himself immortal. The one who. . . supposedly. . . encased himself in metal, purified his body,strengthened his limbs, locked his age into place. . .
And they're true. For once, the humans are right.
Owning this man is delicious. Finally. . . the idiot who thought it would be good for him to give himself the ability to live forever. . . finally, he can see the ramifications of that choice.
My only question is this:
your body is here, and yet your soul isn't.
It has gone somewhere different. . . you've given it away. It isn't in you.
Well. . .
Where is it?
Do you know?
Where is the soul of the Minister?
. . .