Tales of a Copycat's Training

Warning:  what is mention in this Prologue will only make slight sense if one were to read Wanderer by dfreak235 of deviantArt.  Otherwise, the second paragraph won't make sense.  Thank you for your consideration.

I have killed; those three words always have touched my mind.  Why does evil delight in killing?  Why do the good do things which might be good but end up causing unnecessary harm.  It is what I have learned all these years; pain, strife, death, life, joy, and harmony.   I have fought and protected good and evil.  It always makes me question my powers and powers of others.  If one causes Destruction in the name of good, is it still good, or is it an excuse for the desire to cause harm, which we all have inside of us?  I do not know.  I thought I did once but it was a while ago, at least seventeen years.   The year of my training was the best preparation one could ever get.  She was kind, almost too kind as if she wanted me not to go through what she went through.  She couldn't have been more wrong.   These seventeen years have made me what I am now, as others saw and feared: cold, logical, and the biggest one of them callous.  They say there are two paths of life: as example Miss Azalea Cloud and Dodge prove.  Each one follows a path, Azzy with Light and Dodge for a time to pursue gaining of power.  Some would call it evil in most cases; evil is only a choice of actions which constitute a sense of morality.  I lost the idea of morality; it doesn't suit one who has experienced what I have experienced.

Azzy wanted a concept which causes the most pain and destruction called love.  It is a cruel emotion; it eats one up and leaves a shell behind.   Dodge wanted to be like Azzy because of this emotion as well.  She caused pain because of her love as well.  Dodge gained power which surpassed Azzy's own abilities.  I have tried to gather records which were sparse at best.  Best estimate involves the Genome Ancients.  She may be consumed by power, but she had a clear objective.   She was later reasoned to by Azzy.  Once one goes beyond the need for morality, they throw it away.  What happened with Dodge and Azzy, I don't recall, nor do I care.  Azzy is fogged by her belief of righteousness and the good of all.  If someone really cared as much Azzy claims she does; there would be no pain, strife, and death.  It would be too easy of course.  Who would want to live in a world with no obstacles?  I would create some just to retain balance of the world.  A world without conflict makes no difference.  This makes me wonder if I could have saved her.  The Wazy Magey, such a childish name for such a powerful caster.  Her ability was uncommon, or rather rare.  If I knew what I know now, I would have protected her.  A genius who was brilliant, beyond others comprehension, who was experienced as she was, wouldn't have died like she did.  She messed up, created an error, or failed which is what I tell myself.  She died either way.

Nonetheless, she was the only one I trusted during the year or my training.  She had so many stories of being a planes-walker, meeting new and interesting people.  She was so happy, even though she was trained by a cruel mistress of the dark magic.  She is dead, her accomplishments and stories live through me, now.  I since have learned how to discover who I am, what I want, who I serve and I trust, and where I will go.  She was the best of them, a mage of pure spirit even though raised by a malicious mistress, Queen of Darkness.  Begin Archive…