"What are you doing?"
"What?"
"What. Are. You. Doing?"
"I don't understand."
I look around and find myself in a void. Floating and unable to move no matter how hard I try. The void is both colorless yet full of all the colors. The voice speaks again, more agitated.
"All the senseless killing! For what? Money? Everything you need was given to you! Revenge? Against who? The people you hunt are in no way connected to those monsters and you know it! So I'll ask again. What. Are. YOU. DOING!" The voice grows louder with each word until it rattles my very soul. I squeeze my hands against my ear canals and clench my beak as my wings wrap around me. It's almost too much. Soon the voice speaks again.
"How pitiful. All the gifts you attained and yet you can't muster the strength to answer a simple question."
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"THEY WERE CRIMINALS!" I yelled almost against my will. hopefully that appeases the voice.
"A pitiful justification and you know it. Be honest wretch. You've developed a bloodlust. You've seen how powerful your magic is against these new people and you like it." The voice mocks.
"NO! Your wrong!" I yell.
"Am I? Every chance you've had to use your magic to kill you have taken! Face it. Your no better then a common bandit. The only difference is you try to justify your murders." It says in an accusatory tone. It then shows me everything I've done since being taken from my village that night, only this time each kill is accompanied by the soul of those I killed all staring at me. Silently. In two distinct groups.
The voice speaks again. "Those who truly deserved it..." and it trails off.
I stare at the larger group and choke out the words "and th-those who didn't." Before making myself as small as possible and silently crying.
"And now you understand. Now make it right. Stop the mindless killing. Next time I won't be so nice." And for the first time since arriving here I see her. The goddess Celestia cloaked in cloaked in pure white robes and a golden flame. The red feathers of her head wild yet tame. Those crimson eyes staring at me like daggers.
Suddenly she snaps and I find myself gasping for air in my bed. It's still the middle of the night I realized as I look around. My eyes landing on my chestplate as it glistens in the moonlight. That badge tacked on catches my eye. That damned badge. Without hesitation I get up and grab a knife to pry it off my armor. It's a shitty job but it comes off. I then grab my data slate and terminate my bounty license. And like that I feel a weight I didn't realize I was carrying lift off my shoulders. I toss the badge into my dad's pile of scrap metal and return to bed.
Maybe now I can sleep without fear of what I'm becoming. If for nothing else then my own well being.