Sitting on a chair in Bloom's room, I whistled a random tune as I stared at Musa getting increasingly frustrated as she glared at the pages of the textbooks in front of her. The door burst open, and Bloom came in with a piece of paper that I snagged from her loose fingers. It was a test, and she managed to score a solid B on it.
"Glad to see that you've at least caught up on your work Bloom."
Her tired, baggy eyes managed to glare at me before she flopped onto her bed.
"I hate you so much right now." She grumbled as she pushed her face into the pillow.
"And I love you too." My sarcastic remark got a middle finger from the girl in bed, making me grin.
"And speaking of love, who's this Sky I keep hearing about?" I started to tease. Her embarrassed groan made me laugh slightly. "You know Stella will just tell me if I ask nicely? It's better if you controlled what I know."
She lifted her face from the pillow, blushing madly. "Don't you dare." Her death glare was adorable with that huge crimson blush. The other Winx in the room was starting to get annoyed, and almost ripped a page apart as she shot me a look promising a quick death for disturbing her.
"Oh, but I do dear Bloom." I chuckled madly. "Ain't nothing you can do about it either." My insane laughter grew louder, only to be silenced when a pillow hit my face.
"Shut up idiot, some of us are trying to study here." Musa practically growled out from the opposing bed.
"Damn, who crawled up your ass and died there?"
I ducked from another pillow and quickly left the room with a cheeky grin.
"You know Musa's going to kill you one day right?" Flora's amused words from behind me made me giggle slightly.
"If she does I hope someone tapes it. That'll be rare." I turned to face her. She was standing near the door, and obviously had been listening in on the commotion. Not that I would blame her, I would do it too if I was her.
"Well, I won't do it." I shrugged at her amused look.
"Then Techna or Stella would do it. Maybe more on Techna, though." I stopped myself before I could ramble. I shot her a quick grin. "Go in then, I'll leave before Musa figures out that I switched her textbooks."
I skipped away, and laughed loudly at the frustrated scream from the room. Ah, the sweet tones of misery.
Your character may be a bastard, Karthus, but your lines are well written.
I really should get someone to be around me twenty four seven, I'm starting to ramble loads lately. My footsteps slowed to a halt. Is this me going crazy from the soul fracturing thing? I frowned as I considered the implications. Well, I was pretty crazy to begin with, but that was more of quirky eccentricity, not blatant madness that I might be experiencing now,
You know anything about this Soul?
The fragment near my heart warmed up slightly.
I guess not.
Well, this sucks.
I glanced around and saw Techna walking towards Bloom's room. "Hey." I greeted when she looked up from her high tech gizmo thing on her wrist.
She gave me a short smile, before going back to her wrist.
Wow, that's cold, even for her. Well, I guess Timmy boy finally got her email address or something. From what I heard from Stella, they're basically the cute tech savvy shy couple that wouldn't know how to progress a relationship like Brandon and former Winx mentioned.
And I got to apologise to Stella for basically calling her a slut after I woke from my eight months coma.
I paused for a moment.
Damn, eight months felt more like a day for me. Well, the coma thing did screw me over. I ran my fingers through my hair instinctively. After the coma, it remained white with no indication of turning back to its original color. Looking into the reflection of a window, I stared into the mismatched eyes. One steel grey, and the other black. The soul almost cannibalising mine must have had these traits from it's original or previous body, and it forced my body to adapt to it so as to overtake it easier.
Or, that's the explanation given by Faragonda when I asked her about it. Apparently, soul magic isn't practiced here, merely researched on, and the spell she used on me was actually a fifty-fifty thing that could have blown me up instead of the soul, and had many more varied risks, and it was a miracle that I even survived. Which tells me that I am either very lucky, which is an unviable option because I can't quantify luck to measure how lucky I am, or this is some main character bullshit of some crappy story, where I literally cannot die because I am essential to the plot or something.
Maybe I am. I glanced at where the soul fragment would be on my body.
I survived something that should have basically killed me. I went into an eight month and instead of atrophying my muscles grew. I had weird hair and eyes.
I am officially a 'Type:Main'.
I got all the traits of a main character. I have overcome some serious odds and gained magic where most men would have died horribly. I look weird as all hell but not unattractive as Stella had blurted out once. A 'Type:Extra' would have died when the coma hit, and their soul would have been disintegrated instantly allowing for the foreign soul to survive. They would be people with no names, and wouldn't even have a chance to survive.
I glanced at my hands.
I could be a 'Type:Main', but that means jack when dealing with plot devices. I can't access my magic, and when I do all I am able to do is to spread it around. I can't materialise it into the external organs like my skin, and it doesn't even do anything for me. All I got since the fragment 'accepted' me is get nightmares of fire and swords.
That could be a plot device by itself, but I still have nothing to use should some evil villain come knocking.
And this is all based on my theory that there is a 'Main Character' trope here.
Clichés seem to be everywhere in this magical world, so maybe I may be part of the clichés or tropes that exist.
If I am part of a trope, it better be one that makes me overpowered as all hell or I will die over some trivial thing and my death would push my new friends into gaining new powers. As much as I like them as people now that I got to know them, I would not die for them. Maybe I would for Bloom, but that's only because I know her since childhood.
My frown deepened. Damn, I'm going to be THAT childhood friend of the opposing gender.
This is going to be some love triangle shit, I can tell already. Sky's going to be insecure because he's a teenager that never had anyone telling him that they loved him, Bloom's going to be oblivious to this as this is her first relationship and I can't do anything without disrespecting either Sky or Bloom or both somehow. Sky will start by being insecure and thinking that I like Bloom, then start projecting himself onto me, followed by a long tirade of me trying to convince him that I'm not going for Bloom who is probably his girlfriend in his eyes but not from Bloom's perspective as she's still quite immature in relationships from her lack of social circles and experience. Bloom will over react to Sky's overreaction, and I would be left picking up the pieces and then slapping them both into reason once the fallout is clear enough to handle.
I can feel a headache coming on now. Where's aspirin when you need it?
"Why are you just sitting in my office?" Faragonda's amused voice jerked me from my meditating position, and I fell flat on my face with a yelp.
"Sorry, had to experiment with the magic, and since you said I needed supervision..." I trailed off after she raised a hand.
"Did something happen?" She asked knowingly.
"Well, you must be one hell of a grandma." She gave me a look. "And, yeah. It just occurred to me that I'm not as useless as I think I am, with all that's happening to me now."
She prompted me to elaborate with a roll of her hand.
"I was an angst filled teenager in America, and I get thrown into a world of magic just because of a soul invading MY body. The chances of me being picked is small as all hell, and the fact that I survived an eight month coma here with no allergies is a miracle in itself, not to mention that the risky spell that had more ways to kill me than chance to save me actually worked." I panted slightly from my rant.
She looked slightly torn when I looked at her.
"You can't really say that my life hasn't changed, because I can feel my sanity slowly slipping away. I find myself ranting to myself more, and I have what I think is the magic communicating to me which is weirder as you all have described magic as a force that yields to you once you have it."
She walked from the door and sat in front of me. She stayed silent, and her face was grim.
"Huh, you don't know what to say." I leaned in slightly to examine her face, which hardened. "Curious. At least a century of experience of living, and you don't know what to say." I leaned back, and sighed. "Damn, this magical realm sucks. Not even the headmistress of a magical school can deal with someone going mad."
Wait, that logic's flawed. I frowned. "Or not. I can't expect you to know everything even with the long years of experience you have, sorry." I apologised.
Her features softened, and she reached out to pat my shoulder.
"I had a friend who meddled with mind magic for a while." She spoke after a moment of silence. "She went mad after a spell went wrong."
Shit, now I feel bad for laying the guilt on her just to get some sympathy.
"I couldn't do anything. I tried to talk to her, tried to get her to even look at me, but she was shutting herself off. She developed multiple personalities, but each one of them were adamant with keeping everyone out of their lives." Tears were welling up in her eyes, and the guilt in me multiplied further. "Turns out, she didn't want to drag anyone down in her own madness that she caused. She thought that by being alone she would get us to ignore her, and then we won't be affected when she eventually went to suicide."
My eyes widened. Suicide of a fairy? In this cliché filled world? This realm's darker than I thought.
"It left me shaken, and I was affected by it for decades before I came to peace that I couldn't have done more for her now, so I would do more later to help anyone who would have any similar problems." She took a shaky breath. "I still don't know what to do, but I can be here for you." She laid her hand over mine. A small part of my mind immediately thought 'stranger danger', despite the calming aura she seemed to emit.
"Thanks grandma."
She gave a small smile, and removed her hand from mine.
"No problems."
Week 4, Day 6
The magic seems to be able to reinforce certain traits that I focus on when I want it to. Like when I want my strength to increase, it does by several degrees, but my arm was almost torn off when I tried pulling out a tree. And when I tried to reinforce the arm's durability instead, I lost the strength.
But that was the result of three weeks of experimenting with the magic. Overall, it's still quite useless because I have to be careful with it, and I cannot overextend it's usage for any longer than five minutes or I'll faint and have a high fever for the next few days.
What if my body was stronger? Not just after the reinforcing, but with the body itself being physically durable? It may work, but I still had to work out the kinks in the magic to ensure that there isn't a set limit, and that it allows for and adapts to the parameters of the body to change.
Ok, so that's a project that I got to do later on.
Speaking of projects, I managed to get Faragonda to give some insights on my magic. However, as the magic in me differs from the magic she uses and is used to, she couldn't exactly give any solid answers. She did theorise that since my magic could increase one of my parameters, it may also lead to me increasing the all the limits of my body in the future should I practice it sufficiently and properly. She had her doubts about this theory too, and said that it could also be possible that it may just be limited to strengthening only one characteristic of my body should the magic not be volatile enough. And with the calming effects of the spell she used on the magic, it might be better in terms of pure adaptability of the magic if the spell was lifted entirely, but that would lead the magic running rampant again and transmuting my body into steel.
A week of musing about the steel gave me an idea that I wanted to test out too. Because the magic turned my chest into steel, it may be possible that the magic is attuned to metals, and that I may have an easier time to use metal transmutation spells or any metal related spells. I had to get the magic to manifest outside my body first, though, to prove this theory.
It already proved that it was capable of transmuting flesh into metal, so the theory may have some solid reasoning to it.
I stayed mainly at the infirmary, away from the girls cleaning up the rubble of the school and the Winx. It might have had something to do with what grandma Faragonda said, but I didn't want to trouble them anymore. Especially Bloom, since she wasted most of her time at the infirmary with me over the school term and almost missed out on her lessons. It was only after Techna got her to study while at the infirmary did her grades improve.
And the sentient soul within me seemed to have gotten quiet, and was no longer communicating with me, or responding when I asked it some questions both mentally and out loud. Maybe my soul cannibalised it, which is why I made observable progress, albeit small.
And with the theory that stronger souls consume the weaker ones when placed in the same 'container', it made sense. My soul could have been adapting to the magic, and therefore my body adjusted for the magic too. Since the magic needs 'veins' to travel in my body, the foreign soul generated these when it was cannibalising my soul, and now that the soul is gone, the 'veins' that are still left within my body are able to conduct the magic. As the foreign soul might not have developed the 'veins' fully, it might explain my difficulty in trying to channel the magic or use it to it's fullest extent.
Then again, the magic might be extremely limited in it's own capacity to begin with, so the results that I am getting could be explained by that.
To whoever is reading this besides me, if you ever find this, I would like you to first slap yourself for invading my privacy because this is my diary. Then, after you're done with that, I want to request that you help me theorise about my magic, as it is not exactly a topic that you could research on from a book, Fairy or not. From what I heard, a Witch's magic might resemble mine in the way of self reinforcement, but my magic is limited to just that as of current results. Red Fountain Warlocks and students who use magic to reinforce their own bodies to push through their natural limits may also have magic similar to mine. These are just a few avenues that I wish to trial in the future, should I get the chance to. If I die and you're reading this after my death, don't even bother because apparently, my magic is one of a kind.
Signing off,
John E. Mercer
(Scribbles at the bottom of the page are close to illegible, but two words can be read. "Save ********. **** them.")
Author's Note
Wooo, we hit 200 views in three days! That's an accomplishment right there for me. Also, totally forgot I could change the name of the chapters.
Now, dear reader, you may have noticed that I have included themes of suicide and insanity in this chapter. Those that are not comfortable with seeing these in this chapter, and by proxy the Winx Club fandom, should probably not continue reading because I am going to expand on these very liberally. I know that last bit of the diary was different from the previous chapter, but I decided to add it in because I feel that it's a very 'John E. Mercer' thing to do, and he needs a way to vent that seems reasonable. And to those who might be cringing at how badly this seems to be, trust me I plan to go waaaay worse on the cringe factor. Clench your butt cheeks and prepare yourselves because this will take quite some time.
A small hint to the scribble, just to get your brain juices flowing if you're into the whole 'reading into the lines' thing. Maybe the soul that was in Mercer's body was in fact a EMIYA. (And I can say this because the whole 'Steel is my body' line is ripped off from the Unlimited Blade Works aria and even those new to the Fate/Stay fandom would know of it.)
Now let's take the time to think...
Well jokes on you, I know how this is going to go down, and it most probably isn't what you expect. But hey, as of now, the 'me' writing this story has very big aspirations thanks to Akela Victoire and her amazing story that is 'Specialist Potter' (and I will once again recommend reading it because I just finished it and I am fangirling all over it now.) so I probably will stick to the planned storyline. Or lose motivation like the feeble human I am and stop writing mid way only to pick it up years later. *shrugs* Who knows.
And with that weird rambling, I shall bid you, dear reader, adieu.
THIS IS THE TIMELOCKEDMANIAC SIGNING OUT!
Edit: 30/10/16 Made some grammar checks and changes. Please help me by telling me if I made any mistakes q.q I needs it.
