Anyway, have a quick story about betrayal and trust. (Read More)
He stared blankly at the teal-ish floating liquid within the pedestal "I see you have taken well to the 'fountain'." a ghastly looking man said walking slowly to the pedestal "I don't understand." he said continuing to stare at the floating liquid "Hmm?" the man wondered "They seemed as blood-brothers, as if they trusted each other with the other's life, why has he suddenly turned his back on him and nearly killed him?" he asked "If you truly want to understand, you would have to have the intelligence to handle it." the man said quietly pulling a knife from his pocket and tucking it into his sleeve. He stood there and contemplated, "He was using him?" he asked "No, but you are close." the man said walking around the pedestal "You see, the truth is hidden behind how much you trust a person. Even the strongest of trusts turn into full fledged betrayal, some betrayals are set up and the person is used to advantage, what you said." the man said. He brushed his hand through the floating liquid, a image appeared, but just as quickly as it had appeared, it disappeared. "I think I saw something in the fountain." he said and tried to brush his hand through the fountain again, "Keep trying until your image is clear." the man said walking slowly to him. He continuously brushed his hand through the fountain, the man was standing directly behind him "I think I see my image clearly now." he said "Explain what it is." the man said letting the knife slip into his hand "I see a pegasus pony." he said "Continue explaining, colour possibly?" the man said readying the knife "The colour is of a complex colour that I'm unsure if I could explain." he said "Any other details you might be forgetting?" the man asked "Yes, there are some more details but I wanted to say something before I listed the details." he said "Speak quickly!" the man almost shouted with tension "You said that trust corrupts and it can be used to one's advantage." he said "Yes, what do you mean by that?" the man asked "I feel as if something's not right, as if we used something to our advantage." he said "Careful of your words." the man said "No, careful of your actions." he said; suddenly the boy turned around and grabbed the man's hand that held the knife, he flicked the knife out of his hand and knocked the man to the floor "Your trust in me was never corrupt!" he yelled holding the man's arm behind his back "You just used me to get all this way! The Corona of Soul told me everything, I only spoke of my origin it told me, but it also told me of your plan." he said "I know everything you know." he said and smashed the man's head onto the floor splattering blood on his shoes and onto the floor. It was now inevitable; he had shed blood, he was in the war. If he was to win the war, he needed to get to the other side before anyone else.