Mad at Mouse Part 5

Ranting at a mirror isn’t going to save me, or my world.

But I looked like an albino. Seriously, pink eyes, wispy pale white hair, translucent skin, silvery web like lines patterning that same colourless skin. I was pretty certain if you held me up to the sun at that point the light would have shone through me.

Getting hold of a decent sword proved… difficult. I finally gave in on that point and armed myself with a fire axe.

Ok, I know a fire axe isn’t exactly anyone’s weapon of choice, but then again I didn’t exactly have a choice. I suppose I could have acquired a crossbow, but I didn’t think I would have the time to reload.

It was rather strange to be wondering about how hard I would be to kill. I haven’t had to wonder about that since last time I took mortal form.

If anyone asks about that incident I think I’ll throw them out into storm of chaos energy and see how they like it.

And apart from my plans to dress down the mouse, embarrass the mouse, rant at the mouse, tear the mouse to pieces and other forms of torture… I really had no idea what I was about to do.

Human. Mortal. Human. Mortal.

If I survive… which I might not, I’m going to have to seriously consider what to do with these Keybladers that are running around. At that point I wasn’t even a hundred percent sure how many Keybladers were active.

If I don’t survive then I’m afraid the universe is about to get a lesson in exactly how unfair things are. If any part of me is around to watch, I might even enjoy it.

But I really don’t want to start another War of Balance. The last one was bad enough. The way things are going there might be another War even if I don’t die.

I suppose sorting out these Keybladers should be my next job.

If I live.

Survive first.

I am sorry, but as soon as I can get off planet I’m going to hightail it out of here. I’ve been trapped here for more than long enough, I know how important this place is, but seriously?

One World vs. One Universe. If I have to pick which I’m going to work on saving...

The Universe is in more immediate danger. If anyone asks, I’ll be saving my World by saving the Universe. That sounds about right.

Not that I will be saving anything if I die here.

I don’t want to kill. I don’t want to fight. I know there’s another way of managing the heartless, but I can’t. The elemental hearts are beyond my reach, so there’s nothing else I can do. Not now.

And that was the mouse’s fault.

And now I’m human.

And it’s that mouse’s fault.

And I’m stuck here powerless.

And it’s that mouse’s fault.

And the heartless are coming.

I have to fight.

And… well that might not be the mouse’s fault but I bet I can think up some way to blame him.