"So... your name is Robert Eligos Ronove Tesla?" Pony asked as she walked up the slope. Rob.E.R.T. nodded as he looked forward. "That's a really long name... But I recall reading about these names... Eligos and Ronove are demons in Ancient mythology... and Tesla... I think he was an Ancient scientist. That's very strange. Why do you have so many Ancient words in your name? Oops. I forgot about Robert. Robert... there's so many Roberts I read about in the library... there was one Robert who sparkled in the sunlight. There was another Robert who had a metal suit... Not sure which one you're name after... Also, your particular naming style seems to be similar to the naming of Demons of the Ancient mythology. However, if we go according to that, then your actual name would be Tesla, servant of Ronove, servant Eligos, servant of Robert. That makes no sense. I think I'll just call you Robert. Or Rob. Is that fine? Do you already have a nickname? I could call you by that. Also, did you try out the fish we caught? I didn't know you could find fish on a mountain. But Chris somehow knew there would be some kind of spring somewhere where we found the fish. You should really try out the fish."
Rob.E.R.T. had stopped listening at "That's a really long name." He turned to Morning and whispered, "Hey, does she always talk this much?" Morning grinned and replied, "You should be happy. She only talks this much if she has already accepted you as part of the family. But... I'm not sure what exactly your role is here. Whatever the case, you obviously know you can't pull any tricks as long as you're within the Absolute Trust area." Rob.E.R.T. nodded as he turned back to Pony. She was still going on about the fish. Without his knowledge, a smile crept across his face. He touched his gun. "I've found something... Artemis..." he thought, "Something worth shooting my Quills out for... shooting out all my Quills till I'm nothing but a mouse surrounded by fangs..."
Morning felt a slight shiver shoot up his left leg. He looked down and saw that the snow below him was melting away. He looked up and saw that he had stopped moving. The others had walked ahead without noticing his absence. He wanted to walk. He wanted to catch up to them. He couldn't move. He looked down. The snow had completely melted into liquid. Black liquid. "How can white snow melt into black water?" he though. He then noticed that he was standing on the surface of this water. He was confused. "I suppose you still haven't realized..." a muffled voice whispered from behind him. He turned around. There was nothing behind him. It was dark. He couldn't see a thing. "How long are you going to keep me pinned down like this?" the voice whispered, "The longer you keep me pinned down like this... the bigger the splash is gonna be when the dam breaks..." He turned around furiously and shouted, "Who are you?! What's happening?!" A faint laughter filled the air. "That freak's medicine will only keep me down for so long... You think I don't know that he knows? I know! He knows! The only one who doesn't know is YOU! YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE IN THE DARK!!! You, who can know anything in this world... it's quite ironic that you don't know me..."
Morning slowly realize he was actually asleep. He calmed down. "Is this some kind of dream?" he thought out loud. Well, his thoughts were actually given sound since this was his own mind. He noticed a vague, dark figure. "Found me at last..." the figure spoke, "You still don't know who I am." Morning tried to touch it. His hand seemed to pass right through it like it was just black mist. "How can I not know who you are if you're in my mind? There has to be a label around here somewhere." He said as he tried to recall all the black, misty things he had encountered in his life. "That's not how it works." The figure whispered, "It doesn't matter. I'm going to kill you soon enough." Almost immediately, an arrow shot through the figure's chest. Morning looked behind the figure and saw a young boy holding a bow. "It's that kid from my dreams..." he thought, "What in the world is going on here?" He heard footsteps behind him. "Well, it looks like I've put him to rest for now..." came a familiar voice. Morning blinked and sighed. He really didn't want this guy in his head. "Adam 40. Of all the people I could dream about..."
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Science FictionWho do you pray to in a world where you yourself are a God...? (I update this story once a week or on a daily basis depending on how much college work I have...)