“I am Pahaӓӓni. My birth name is Corban. I suppose you would know that though, being the one powerful or smart enough to kill me. I suppose we should jump right into the story of my life shall we?

“When I was born, I was experimented on. All children are born with their eyes open, as you very well know, and their mana is sealed until they can be taught to use it. The seal changes depending on the affinity of their mana, and their eyes reflect that affinity.

“I was born with purple eyes. This is strange because purple eyes have never been seen before. Most children had blue, or orange, brown, green, sometimes even red, but never purple. They cut me open and looked at everything, trying to find out what purple eyes meant.

“My parents didn’t stop them. They never found out, and instead of leaving the mark of a faded seal, they tattooed me. Right on the back, nice and big. The tattoo read ‘Dangerous One’ in the ancient language.

“A week later I started to make sounds appear from seemingly nothing. They then found out my affinity was for sound. They did not remove my tattoo, however, but they did seal me, just like the other kids on the back of my right hand.

“Fast forward to when I was four.

“All of the other kid’s seals were fading, so they were being trained to use their power. They simply renewed my seal. All of the kids in the town were lighting lamps, cleaning pets, helping make bricks, and growing gardens with their mana depending on their eye color. I sat inside and learned mathematics and science and art. Anything but learning to control my mana.

“They always told me that my powers were different, and that they were much harder to control. I couldn’t handle them yet. They renewed my seal every year until I was twelve, when I finally hid and didn’t come out until my seal fully faded.

“It was difficult learning magic, but I stayed hidden in the woods until I could get a grasp on it, even a little bit. I finally managed and I went home. It had been a year, but I had expected my parents to be happy I was home.

“When I walked in the door, my father smacked me with a fist coated in fire. The sound of his hand hitting my face was used to cause a ringing in his ears, very high pitched, and very loud. There was still a burn on my face the size and shape of my father’s hand, but he didn’t try to hit me again. Instead he took me to get the burn healed, and to have my seal replaced. I let them heal my face, but I screamed and made a high pitched loud noise blast into their ears, causing blood to drip from their ears, when they tried to replace my seal. They gave up and told me to get my power under control, and that there’s no one that can help me master my mana. I was also told that I was to never use my mana again.

“I went to school when I had turned fifteen, just like the other kids, and, just like the other kids, I could control my mana enough to make fine details in things, like writing scripts with sound, or making a picture. No one else could see, of course, unless I put a layer of sand on a plate.

“The other kids made the most difficult tasks seem easy, because they were allowed to use their mana. I was stuck trying to find new ways around these tests while the other kids ran off, a half hour ahead of me. But, they couldn’t match me in any of the mental tests. All of that working around problems had made me unimaginably smart. I finished a five hour test in half an hour.

“I was always ridiculed for my lack of abilities. The other kids didn’t understand. They would talk about me behind my back, though of course, I saw the sound of it. I felt it fair that I exposed all of the secrets that I had gathered about them. I left notes with all of the gossip I had seen from all of the children and left them all over, in the lunch hall, the classrooms, even the teachers lounge.

“By the next day they were all fully aware of everyone's preferences and alegences. I broke friend groups and made new ones with little more than a few notes. I always find it interesting to see how easy it is to break the perspective of a person.

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“They were too busy exposing gossip to bully me for a few weeks, and it was nice. I didn’t have friends, but I was ignored.

“A month and a half later they were physically hurting me, rather than just words. Some kids would grow vines around my ankles and hold me in place, another would raise the stones beneath my feet so that I would trip, and they would even put sharp vines and branches where I would fall for maximum damage, others would simply light my clothes on fire.

“One day I lost it and I blew the head off of one of the bullies. It takes five hertz to kill a human, did you know that? Of course, the other kids panicked, not knowing what had happened. I had killed one, why not make sure they would never hurt me again. I killed everyone in the school. Most died before they even knew what was happening. I killed my parents, the town priests, the doctors, everyone in town. The ones that tried to hide weren’t quiet enough, so I killed them. Not a single person was worth saving.

“Once done, I thought, why stop now? Why not take the whole world?

“So I did.

“As I went, I learned new ways to use my mana, like turning myself into sound for a short period of time, or dismissing fire, or making scripts that make things with sound, and even making sound solid. I never had to cross a protection ward, I simply killed all of them with their natural noises.

“Then came the finding of the high priests. They always secluded themselves in bunkers that no one has found in hundreds of years. It wasn’t hard to find that less sound was coming from one area of the arctic. Natural sounds were everywhere, but then, they suddenly died off. That was my target. They had wards against sound. I broke through the ice until I got to their wards, then I made a bow and an arrow from solid sound, and shot it down into the fortress. That’s the thing about everyone having magic, they all assumed that everyone would try to use it to destroy them, so that’s all that they warded. They all died with an arrow to the head. They had tried to run of course, and they put up a good fight, but it wasn’t enough with all of the practice I’ve had with my powers.

“The high priests each had a different affinity, and the water affinity was the hardest to deal with, but he fell fast enough.

“I ruled what was left of my broken world for twelve years. I got bored though. No one could keep me entertained anymore. I then realized that conquering was what was keeping me sane, even if only a little. I had already taken everything in sight as my own, so I looked. All children hear the tale of the dimensional glass, and that only the most special children can find it. I had nothing better to do with my time, so I looked for it. I found it. A pool of water, so clear, and. . . it seemed almost to be made of pure silver, but it was clearly liquid. It reflected everything down to the tiniest detail, except for one thing. The colors were off, and there were children playing, and there were toys on the ground. This clearly wasn’t my world. I felt excitement flow through me like never before. I had found it.

“When I reached for it, the liquid pulled back from my hand. It didn’t pull back far, it just seemed hesitant to let me touch it, like it was giving me a chance to reconsider. I considered again, and knew I still wanted to go through. I reached again, and touched the liquid.

“In that moment between me touching the surface of the liquid, I saw purple eyes staring back at me, I saw my own face, and my own figure. I was not where the dimensional glass had shown, however. I was in a dessert, and I saw no dimensional glass for me to have come out of. How did I end up there instead of where the dimensional glass was looking? I don’t know. I would guess that that’s just not how it works.

“There was a girl digging in the dirt in front of me. Strange but I rolled with it. I gathered sound from my mouth and killed her. I needed bigger masses to get the leverage I wanted. I walked until I found bigger masses. I got one of their soldiers to betray them, a man named Curtis.

“I then destroyed their governments one by one. They had so many governments. Not one of them died like that one girl in the dessert. She went out in a burst of flame, the others merely died.

“I ruled there for another fifteen years before I got news of a girl killing everyone with fire.

“She came. She was the girl killing everyone with fire, and she was the girl digging in the dirt. She didn’t die, she just. . . left? I don’t know. I left my godsbloods to kill her. They should be able to, but you never know. I trapped her in my throne room, and should give me at least a few hours to prepare.

“She came out two days later, we fought a good battle, but she took the win.

“If nothing else, remember these words: The sun burns bright on the last day, for the sun burns its victims to the point of no return.

“Thank you, Amaterasu.

“The story is concluded."