Viator's First Hunt: Part Four

by selphie_tilmitt

You can't tell the good from the bad!

"I don't believe this! You stole me! You stole who I am! You used it for evil! I don't believe this!" said the real Viator.

"Yes, it's true, the day you went to the volcano...there was one other person there, ME!!!! I was tied up outside, as a practical joke by some enemies of mine. I heard everything you both said, and decided I'd get back at them. I went and painted myself glass, began training, and formed my cult of followers in the name of the Great Fire Dragon. And I got my revenge on everyone I wanted to…." said Viator, laughing insanely. The room continued to chant, and the real Viator was starting to feel really ill.

The room started spinning quickly, the real Viator began to feel faint, and sick to her stomach. She couldn't believe someone would steal something as important to her as her identity, and use it for evil. After a long moment of thought, she suddenly felt refreshed when she remembered her family.

Harle_quin, always racing her and laughing even after she lost. Admantine, picking silly fights with her and having door slamming contests. WhiteSilver, teaching Viator that being strong wasn't everything. And of course, Selphie, who made it all possible.

As the Real Viator looked up at the fake, she grinned for the first time.

"What are you grinning at? You have nothing to grin at, I've stolen it all…" laughed Viator.

"You're wrong…I know who I am...and where I came from…I know how I act...and how I look...I have a family..." said the Real Viator.

"Yes, but I look like you, I can steal ANYTHING you have!" laughed Viator the fake.

The real Viator grinned, and started to let herself get into the fighting spirit. "You forget. I'M A RAINBOW SHOYRU!" yelled Viator, as she threw off her cloak and sped straight toward the fake. She took out her trusty Million Degree Sword, and wasn't surprised when it was countered by an Orb of the Fire Faerie.

"IDIOT...I have all your fighting skills too! Who cares if you're a different color, paintbrushes come cheap!" yelled the fake as it lunged with an Ice Scimitar.

"Yeah well, you've been hiding away here for months…you think I don't change my attack items!" laughed Viator as she took out an Attack Fork, and a bottle of Fire Snow, and launched an attack. Naturally it hit home, and sent the fake flying backwards.

"You think you're so great!" yelled the Fake. "I also have your secret weapon!" as she pulled out a Bronze Dragon stone, and quickly used it to heal herself.

"Whatever, that's my last resort, so your obviously toast…" said Viator as she launched a second attack, hitting once again.

The fake sat up dazed, and started to mutter something. The real Viator began to arm herself for another shot, when the mountain started to rumble.

"ACK! I thought it said it wouldn't help me!" yelled the real Viator as she scrambled to take off into the air. She knew she couldn't' leave the freaks there, so she called down

"Listen, this is the REAL Viator, the REAL messenger of the Great Fire Dragon. It's obviously really peeved at you guys! I suggest you GET OUT of here NOW and right your ways! Or I'll come to deal justice to you too!" and Viator began to fly high and out of the volcano, with a rally of frightened pets behind her.

When the Volcano's eruption was over, Viator walked along the clearing, telling all the others why what had happened had happened, and to start leading normal lives again. Most of them muttered something about running away from home, and left the clearing quickly. Viator looked around the clearing, but couldn't find her impostor, she eventually gave up, and decided all she wanted to do, was to go home, and see her family again. As she flew threw the air as the sun was rising, she thought quietly to herself.

"What a night… I guess it was kinda a complement that someone stole my personality...and not Admantine's or anyone's. I hope whoever that was goes home and has a long hard recovery, and I hope they learn their lesson...I would hate for this to happen again...I'm sure she'll never pick on me again! At least…I hope not…hey…I wonder what my reward will be?"

Viator, the REAL Viator, grinned to herself as she flew home. Still the same ol' Shoyru.

Fin