There comes a time in a person's life that they look deep inside themselves and wonder about some things that they question and wonder what they could have done better.

For me it came in the form of a dream.

And just what was in that dream you ask?

Well, you see, I was standing in what looks like a cathedral and I was wearing a rather fancy looking suit of clothes with what looks like a longsword attached to my hip.

I don't know what is going on but it sure as hell doesn't look good to me.

Looking around I saw Scrawny standing beside me, wearing a suit that was somewhat made specially for him and sitting on the front row bench was another diamond dog but one I couldn't recognize, Gilda, Greta and old man Grandpa Gruff with several other griffons and what looks like ponies sitting there as well.

Beyond the front row on my side of the isle seemed to be even more griffons and ponies and even further I saw what looks like a couple of minotaurs and even a dragon or two with what looks like some sort of buffalo-thing. Sitting on the other side of the isle was a shitload of griffons from numerous noble houses, and sitting in the front row, was the griffon king himself.

I was thinking 'what the fuck is going on here?' but before I could even give an honest-to-god guess the griffon sitting behind the organ pipes started to play and the music coming out of it was all too familiar.

It was a wedding song, and I was standing by the altar, I had what looks like a best man beside me...oh fuck me.

This was my wedding!

'Why am I having this dream? Was I poisoned?'

But before I could think any further the doors opened up and walking down the isle was someone in a wedding dress and she was being escorted down the isle by a bunch of armored figures walking on their hind legs.

'Who the fuck did I agree to marry? Is this a political marriage and I was shanghaied into it against my will? Or did I willingly agree to get married to someone...but who?'

Just as my mysterious wife-to-be gets to the altar and her escort moves back to the isles the dream comes crashing down as I was woken up from an outside force.

And by outside force I mean someone was shaking me awake.

With bleary eyes and a distorted vision I looked around to see what was going on only to be met with a griffon hen nurse shaking me to full wakefulness.

"The fuck is going on?" I mumbled out as I tried to sit up but the nurse was having none of it as she forced me back down.

"Sorry to have disturbed you sir but we have been told to get you used to walking again after the comatose state you were in." the hen nurse said as she started to move some of the things around my bed out of the way, I guess this is part of my physical therapy that I heard about.

As the nurse finished getting everything ready she very gently and very slowly helped me sit up as I heard my spine pop from being still for so long.

'So this is what those people undergoing physical therapy feels like...man I hope I never have to deal with this shit again. This fucking sucks...my ass is sore, my body feels like lead and my body probably smells like unwashed ass, when this therapy is done I am going to take the longest shower I have ever taken.'

Once I am sitting up the nurse helped me shift directions and the moment my legs touched the hard, cold stone floor, the feeling of pins and needles that has been set to the highest setting but I pushed on through the pain as I tried to put some power into getting myself out of bed.

Here is a fun fact for those of you who have never been immobilized for a month without moving an inch.

Don't ever try to stand up without any kind of assistance or a means of keeping your balance because you are going to fall over and eat shit.

The moment I pulled myself up out of bed my legs went all wobbly and weak and I fell forward face first and I almost ate shit.

Luckily for me the nurse managed to catch me before I fell over but god damn does it feel bad to require help do to the most basic of things. One thing I did notice however is the fact that when she went to catch me, the nurse actually had to put in some herculean effort to keep me standing which was odd because seeing how I suffered some minor weight lose during my coma.

Relearning how to balance myself fucking sucks balls, I mean honestly I was only in a coma for a month, I shouldn't be having any kind of trouble moving around like this!

Getting back onto my bed I tried to stand up again but this time the nurse was supporting me by letting me place my left hand on her back for my second attempt but the moment my hand touched her back I watched as she started to strain underneath my weight.

I don't know if it is me or something but...am I that heavy or is there something else going on with me?

Three Hours Later

"You are doing good Ian, if you need to take another break to rest than we can stop for now." my nurse, who told me her name is Natalia, and apparently here in griffon land, last names are sorta something only noble houses and royalty have them cause they believe that those who have done a great service to the kingdom deserve to have such an honor.

Eh, whatever floats their boat but they are not taking away my last name cause they can go fuck themselves if they think they can just leave me with only a first name.

Sitting back down on my bed I let out a shuddering sigh as my legs become nothing more than lead weights, who knew that being in a coma would result in a slight case of muscle atrophy? I sure as hell didn't know but now I do, even the rest of my body feels like it has suffered from a bit of muscle loss, which sucks cause I got a few days until the ceremony where I hopefully get recognized for my bravery n shit and also for retrieving the idol.

But I swear to god that if that ceremony is just to give me a pat on the back than I am chucking that fucking idol back into the abyss.

Taking a bit of a breather on my infirmary bed I let myself relax after what felt like a stressful workout session at the 24/7 fitness gym by my house, normally I hardly ever work out but this...this is some shit I never want to do unless I absolutely have to.

Gazing down at myself I saw that while I have recovered from my injuries and that I wasn't going to be dying anytime soon, my body lost quite a bit of muscle mass and that will have to be remedied soon enough.

Which means I have to start working out again.

Now working out isn't so bad, I enjoyed it when I took PE classes in college, but what I don't like is the fact that I am in a new world where I am the only human and I fear that the griffons here, both female and the few males that might want to try their talons at me, will be staring at me like some sort of steak.

I don't know about what is or isn't seen as taboo here, but I really don't want to be stepping on any toes and also not accidentally get into a relationship because I said or done something that greatly appeals to them.

Looking to the nurse I formulated how I was going to ask her a particular question something that I have been wondering about for quite a while. Just what do are the griffons views when it comes to sexual relationships with other species and themselves?

And instead of using what I thought was a well-made thought out phrased question I used the most bluntest of routes.

"So what are the griffon views when it comes to sex?" And like that I watched the nurse sputter and stutter as she nearly dropped what looks like small glass vial and a syringe.

Recomposing herself all the while grumbling obscenities under her breath, it took her a few minutes to collect herself before addressing my question.

Coughing into her right talon I waited with baited breath as she composed herself before giving me the answer.

"Well...you see Ian, us lowborn griffons firmly believe in sexual freedom, for us it is simply a pleasurable activity that both genders are free to engage in as low as both parties are consenting."

"And I guess that the highborn griffons are so uptight that they rarely if ever have sex with anyone but their spouse and that everything has to be perfectly arranged or else nothing happens? I bet that they don't even know what love is cause everything for them is always political and power plays, hell I can even guess that they wed off their children to another house to extend their power into someone else's sphere of influence."

That actually got the nurse to laugh as she sat herself down on the bed opposite of me, I guess she shares the same opinion I do when it concerns those that are born with a silver spoon in their mouth.

"I see that you share no love for the nobles I take it. What have they done to earn your ire?"

"Other than one of them using me as a pawn to deliver a message that would hopefully get me sent to the dungeons just in time for him and his cronies to pull a coup and overthrow the griffon king while another tried to seduce me so I would divulge the secrets of my people."

"Ahh...that would taint one's view of the nobility here in Griffonstone and throughout the realm, but the nobility here do have their uses."

"Yeah, I can name a few uses, like hiring us commoners to do their jobs for them, cook their food, do their laundry, protect them in their sleep, do everything they are too lazy to do themselves. Sure they may have done something to earn their lands, titles and status as a noble, but that was probably in the past and their offspring have only inherited it."

"Mhm, but I have to ask though, why did you ask me about what are griffon views on sex are? You planning to attract yourself a hen...or a cock, I don't know what your preferences are so I won't judge who you sleep with."

"Well I just want to keep my options open, coming to a new land where there are no other humans in sight means that my choices are a bit slim." That and the only sexual thing I did so far was eat a diamond dog just to get the necessary food supplies for our escape...I was still picking out hair from my mouth and I know for a fact that I won't forget the taste of 'Bitch-in-Heat' till the day I die.

I watched as the hen looked me over, even with my case of slight muscle loss and that I was in nothing but my underwear at the time, she was taking in the sights and if the tiny grin forming on her beak was of any indication than she is liking what she is seeing.

"I don't know, with how you look and that you have earned favor with our king and his daughter...and that you are exotic for an outlander, I can say that you might have quite a few griffons willing to take a run at you." Natalia says as she pulls back the plunger on the syringe, an odd-looking orange liquid gets sucked into it as it filled the syringe to its maximum capacity.

Looking at the orange serum-filled syringe I raised an eyebrow at my nurse who rolled her eyes and walked over to me before grabbing my left arm and immediately had a bit of trouble keeping my arm raised until I took over and held it up for her which she thanked me before jabbing me with the bloody thing and gave me a heaping injection of mystery juice.

At first I felt nothing, no burning sensation, no itching, and definitely no pins and needles.

That only lasted for a good minute before my body felt like some put me in a sauna and left me in there for a good few hours and cranked up the heat.

Turns out the thing that Natalia injected me with is known as a Blood-Petal Decoction, and that it was an experimental medicine that was given to her by one of the doctors that was in charge of the infirmary.

What exactly was in that injection I don't know and neither did Natalia, but what she did know was that she was told that the serum that was now coursing through my veins will heal any damage that my body has sustained during my siege on Tazul's bandit manor, and by heal she meant it will speed up my healing factor concerning my puncture wounds, fucked up nose, cuts and bruises.

The only downside to this serum is that it will make me very hungry when it is done doing its job in fixing me up.

Not really a bad trade-off to me, faster recovery rate at the expense of needing to eat a bigger meal when its done. Of course I didn't realize just how much of a hunger it was until after the orange juice of healing did its duty and fixed me up because as soon as it was done making me stop feeling like my body was in pain from the fighting I did, it suddenly dawned upon me that I was starving, my body felt like it was gnawing itself just for proper sustenance.

The moment Natalia noticed that the serum has finished fixing my body and also noticed that my body looked like that I have been starving for weeks, she immediately left my side and went to fetch me something to stop my body from cannibalizing itself to fulfil its need for nutrition.

I immediately take it back on how great the serum is, its great if your injuries are minor and you have some food on hand or are about to head to a restaurant or some dining hall, but the shit I am going through right now is utter hell.

By the time my nurse came back with a cart filled with trays filled with food I was already praying for death to come claim my soul because this gnawing hunger fucking sucks major balls.

Moving the cart to my side of the bed and lifting up the trays to reveal plates covered with cooked n diced fish, meat (hopefully not from a pony), and what looks like bread rolls.

I was salivating something fierce as I stared at the food and the moment my nurse said that I can eat it I immediately began to devour everything in sight as if it was my last meal on this planet. There was food bits flying everywhere and I couldn't care about the way look at the moment because I was not only starving from being in a coma for a month, but I was also starving because of that damnable injection that fixed me up.

As soon as I was done licking the plates clean and my fingers of any residual meat juices I felt my stomach gurgle happily that it wasn't starving anymore and that my body was now more or less back to what it was before the coma with the only exception to this was that I still had a hard time standing up and walking on my own power.

I let my body rest long enough to fully digest my meal and the moment I was fully relaxed and no longer feeling like shit, my nurse told me to resume our exercises and I immediately let out a groan.

Fuck my life.

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Day 1 of Recovery

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"Okay, now try to get up without any help." My nurse said as she sat down on the bed next to mine, watching me like a hawk as I tried to pull my happy ass out of bed and into the standing position.

I really wanted to tell the nurse to fuck off and let me go at my own pace, but seeing how the both of us are on a time table of me being fit and ready for the ceremony in four days I kept my mouth shut and did what I was told.

Now, I bet you are thinking that I should at least be able to stand up on my own now...right?

Well, I am getting there but my body still feels like shit.

That injection that Nurse Ratchet over there on the bed next to me gave me did its job in healing me, but that is all that it did, it did nothing to restore my strength back to my body, it did not instantly restore me to working order, all it did was make most of the pain in my body go away, fix up the cuts, stabs and clawings I received and that's it.

But at least I no longer look like I got thrown into a blender and came out looking like roast beef, right? I mean I haven't really seen myself in a mirror lately so I am just going off of what the few griffons I have seen tell me.

Turning my body from the bed I planted my feet down on the cold floor yet again, but this time I had a bit more stability than I did the other day so I took it with a grain of salt and started to pull myself up.

"Okay... this isn't so bad, I think I got it." I said as I tugged myself up with the assistance of the bed railings, and to my surprise I got myself up and I was standing.

For about ten seconds before my legs began to grow tired and started to wobble as if I was scared shitless.

"Oh fuck!" I shouted as my legs gave way, but my nurse was one step ahead of me and moved behind me by jumping to my bed and was keeping me slightly upright by pressing against my back.

This time I could tell that there is something wrong because from what I have seen, griffons had the strength of a normal human being, just in slightly smaller frames, and that certain diamond dogs were like those weightlifters that can easily lift up to three hundred pounds of dead weight. Hell, I bet that minotaur I saved could haul at least five hundred pounds if he puts his mind to it!

But now though... I don't know what is going on but it seems like my very touch is more than enough to either drain the strength from somebody or that it negates the magicalness that is these mythical beings that reside in this world.

Whichever of the two it could be, all I know is that if I were to grab someone now, it would render them helpless and if the situation calls for it, me a trump card against those unicorns and unicorns with wings.

Magic is nice and all but it sucks balls when it is being used against you.

With my nurse struggling to keep me upright I grab the bed railing and kept myself level long enough for the nurse to finally help me into a proper sitting pose before getting out from behind me and moved herself over to my left.

I guess my nurse picked up on my thoughts on my newfound power because it would seem that she too is testing it out on herself. By placing her talons on my left harm I watched that she went from alright to looking like she just ate a piece of bad shellfish and was about to spew all over the place.

Reversing the roles for the moment I caught my nurse from falling over the side of the bed and eating shit, I placed her back beside me but I stopped our bodies from coming into contact by using my pillow as a buffer between us.

The two of us exchanged looks before coming to the same conclusion.

"I got super powers!"
"Your a null zone!"

Well, sort of the same conclusion.

"When were you capable of draining the magic from a griffon's body like that?"

"I don't know...just yesterday I think? When I almost fell face first to the floor and you caught me?"

"Is that type of ability normal among your kind?" Unless you are radioactive and make people weak with radiation poisoning then I doubt any normal human has this power.

"What, being able to nullify magic with a touch?"

"Yes! There are only two things in this world that is capable of doing such a feat, the Null Zones that Discord left behind during his reign, and the anti-magic rings that those equestrians use on unicorns that get unruly and dangerous." Huh, the more you know, I guess.

I didn't really know much about this Discord fella or the shit storm he brewed when he was in charge but seeing how it left a bunch of pockets of 'Fuck You magic' zones all over the place, my guess is that he hates magic. Also didn't know that to cripple a unicorn temporary all you had to do was slip a ring on their horn to turn their magic off for a bit, best to keep that in mind for a future problem.

"Well Natalia, it looks like there are now three things in this world that can cripple a magic user." Oh man, this is going to suck if I get on a boat that is powered by magic...damn thing is going to sink like a rock!

I can see it now...me being on an airship that hasn't taken flight yet, and the moment it does it will crash and burn.

Can anyone say Hindenburg 2.0?

"Did you come into contact with anything that might have given you this gift?" Does meeting an aberration of Death count? If so than yes, if not then nope.

"Does touching the Idol of Boreas count or maybe walking through a null zone at the base of Griffonstone?" I said as I recalled the two times I did anything that might be remotely magical or power-inducing.

Shaking her head no I watched as she tried to recount something in her head before muttering something to herself.

"Well, at least this got a bit more interesting for me, wouldn't you agree? Went from being a normal human being, now I am a walking 'Fuck-you-magic' field." I said with a bit of a chipper tone as I smiled to myself.

And then it hit me like a brick to the dome.

'Does this mean no more magic healing?'

Meh, maybe.

Nodding in agreement with what I said, I watched my nurse get off of my bed before circling around and grabbing the clipboard that was on my bed and quickly writing something down before putting it back and leaving me alone in the room. Probably is heading to someone that might know what the hell is going on with me.

An hour later and my nurse came back but this time with another griffon but this one looks more...religious looking if that is even a correct term to use, probably a priest or something.

This griffon was pretty much all white with their head being a slight shade of grey, their eyes was as blue as the sky, and they were wearing what looks like a priest's robes and in their right talons was a staff of sorts, a gold rod the length of give-or-take three-to-four feet in length and it had an emerald the size of my fist at the end of it with gold surrounding it in the shape of a gust of wing.

'Okay...this is bad...I need an adult!'

Nah, this time your good. This priestess wouldn't lay a finger on you out of fear of invoking the fury of the king and from her patron goddess.

'Oh goody...I won't get molested by a priest...joy...'

Do you want to get touched inappropriately by a priest?

'Hell no! That shit is scary as hell! I heard stories of what those depraved fuckers do to little boys, no way in hell am I gonna let that happen to me!'

Then Stop worrying so much, griffons like her take their vow of chastity very seriously so the only way you are going to be touched inappropriately is if they ask you to turn your head and cough.

Looking me over the griffon priestess before waving that staff of hers near me for a few seconds and when nothing happened I thought it was just a bunch of hocus pocus bullshit but I kept that to myself as I am nothing more than an uneducated savage to the priestess before me. Once she was done doing whatever it is that she was doing, the hen in question walked by my side and placed a talon upon my forehead and left there as she started to chant in a mutter-level of sound as my eyes crossed to see where she placed her finger.

When nothing happened I thought she was just messing around but when she opened her eyes I saw a swirl of purple, red, and green moving around in a vortex before she blinked and it was gone. I could guess that was my otherworldly goddess watching over me and had to intervene on my behalf.

For what purpose was there to intervene I don't know, but what I do know is that whatever this priestess was doing it would have discovered that I had some help from someone that wanted to throw a wrench into the equestrian's plans.

It wasn't long before she took her finger off of my head and took a step back before shaking her head clear and mumbled something under her breath that sounded pretty close to 'not a slave' as she left my side of the bed and went back to the nurse before whispering something into her ear and taking her leave.

Turning my attention now to my nurse I watched as she gave me a shrug before resuming her duties as my nurse by giving me lunch and giving me time to rest before resuming my exercise routine.

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Day 2 of Recovery

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Same shit different day.

Morning came, I woke up, ate breakfast, barely managed to go to the bathroom unassisted, which is safe to say that the griffons almost have a similar bathroom system like ours except that their toilets are made of stone, and there is no water, just a straight drop down into the abyss. I don't know where the shit n piss goes but all I can say that it better have been in that river that was in those caves.

Just the sheer thought that I was swimming in someone else's piss n shit is enough to make me turn a shade of green.

My workout for the day was different from the previous two days, this time they wanted me to try walking with a crutch to support my weight. Normally this would be a tad bit insulting but seeing how I am roughly three sheets to the window and that my body hasn't fully recovered from its ordeal, I swallowed what was left of my pride and manhood and accepted it.

The crutch was recently made seeing how the griffons were smaller than me and that they had to make it in a bit of a hurry as I could see that they haven't fully smoothed out all of the edges or even sand it down, but for the most part it works like a charm.

By works like a charm I mean I had to deal with some splinters and the occasional prick to the armpit from a bit of wood.

But hey, these little fuckers are working with what they got and seeing how it was made in a hurry and it works as intended I am planning on not insulting the woodcarver who made this.

With crutch under pit I took my first nurse unassisted steps and for the most part I was doing alright, my body still felt like crap but I didn't feel wobbly nor did I feel like I was going to fall over so that is a plus!

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Day 3 of Recovery

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Same old, same old.

Wake up, go to bathroom, eat food, practice moving around assisted, unassisted with the crutch, and moving on my own power.

This order of the day was relatively normal until the captain of the royal guard came in with three additional griffons who I have never seen before. Two of the three griffons were wearing what looks like stiff colors around their neck that one would find on a work shirt, while the third was wearing a powder blue beret and wearing an equally blue dress shirt.

These griffons brought with them what looks like several rolls of thick cloth that possibly might be canvas, another looks like a big hunk of uncarved leather...

Why is the king sending a team of artisans down here? My clothes are still alright, right? I mean they can be sowed back together and be back to normal right?

Wrong, turns out my clothes were trashed, my shorts were mostly salvageable in the way of knowing what material it is made out of before being scrapped, my shirt was straight up shredded so it was scrapped, hoodie was fine and that it just needed a good washing. Socks were scrapped as well and it got a few snickers from one of the artisans cause apparently socks here mean something else.

And by something else I mean the equestrians, griffons and even the zebras see it as a piece of sexy wear.

God damn this planet.

With that in mind I had to spend the entire day being poked, prodded, laughed at, moved around to get a better angle, and somewhat molested by three different griffons who I think are incredibly flamboyant.

Plus side I got new clothes, all of it fits, and they even gave me a belt to go with my pants and shorts. My shirt is made of cotton, cause they didn't think I was worthy of silk or any other type of fancy fabrics (fuck you griffon artisans), my pants is made of hemp and it apparently was woven in such a way that it was heavy for a pair of pants and yet it was airy enough that I was able to enjoy the wind cooling my legs when I had them on. My shorts were canvas as they were modeled after the pair I came to this world with and for the most part it was great, only problem is that it lacked some pockets but I could get that fixed at a later date and time.

For the time being I was for the most part dressed for meeting the king and the public for this ceremony, I was able to move a bit on my own even though I had the fear of eating shit in public, and I found out that I had the power to not be affected by magic which is pretty much a blessing and a curse rolled into one!

But tomorrow is another day, and hopefully one that wont bite me in the ass!

Right?

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Day 4 of Recovery

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That strange griffon priestess came by again today, this time doing some sort of magical scan on me that ended in failure due to my somewhat anti-magical nature so she had to do the checkup the old fashioned way.

Holding up a rather dull looking chunk of crystal to my face I looked at it then turned my attention to the priestess who had her eyes closed and were concentrating on something because the moment I tried to lean back away from her she opened her eyes and told me not to move.

Deciding to go along with whatever bullshit magic voodoo she was doing I laid still and waited for her to finish up whatever it is she is trying to do.

I didn't have to wait long however, the crystal chunk she was holding in her talons started to glow an ominous black as a cloud of purple started to radiate from the crystal and for a moment I immediately thought that this might end poorly for me. Not a moment after I thought that I was about to be fucked over for my anti-magical properties, pale rays of light started to shine through the swirling vortex of what I believe to be concentrated evil and I let out a sigh of relief.

'Looks like that crystal is saying I am both good and evil? So I am neutral or something?'

More like you are Chaotic Neutral if the crystal is anything to go by, but I see you more as a pragmatic True Neutral if I do say so myself.

The griffon priestess took a step back away from me before looking me in the eyes, what she had to say was clearly important enough to address me directly as the last encounter she just ignored me before leaving.

"There is a darkness inside of you, outsider, a corrupting influence has latched onto you and it will slowly drain you of your life essence until you are nothing more than a husk of your former self. I do not know what has caused this corruption to take root inside of you, but what I do know is that if it isn't removed soon, we will have no choice but to kill you to prevent from bringing Discord back." There is that talk of Discord again, what is this guy, the fucking devil himself or something?

Is Discord the Anti-Christ of this world? Cause if so he must done some seriously fucked up shit or something to earn that title!

I wouldn't say the devil, somebody else already got that title and he is currently locked up in Tartarus for the stunt he pulled a few centuries ago. From what I heard, he is still rotting in his prison cell at the lowest levels and his only visitor is that annoying solar princess.

Huh...I wonder what she is trying to do...trying to get him to change the error of his ways? Or something more...sexual? Nah, no way in hell that could happen, this isn't the ancient times where prisoners with a strong body and good genes were used as sex toys by those with the coin to buy their time...right?

Looking at the ceiling I let out a groan as I went through likely scenarios involving this corruption that is brewing within me and what the local populous will do to me if it ever gets out of control.

None of the scenarios are good, all of them always seem to end with my head being put on a pike.

Casting my gaze back down to the priestess, I gave her the one question that I bet that she was waiting for me to say.

"Is there any way to get rid of this corruption? I rather not be sucked dry and have my head mounted on a spike on the city gates for all to see." And honestly, I rather not die this soon, there is still so much I need to do!

The griffon priestess placed a talon under her beak and thought on it for a few seconds before muttering something under her breath before addressing me.

"There are a few means of removing corruption from ones body, most of them result in the griffon...or whatever you are, to undertake a geas that more often than not they never come back from. The only method of curing your corruption without undertaking a geas is to beg your patron deity to remove it for you."

"So I must either undertake a quest from my god to get rid of the corruption or beg for his help...neither of those two options sounds good to me seeing how the latter is impossible while the former is dangerous to the point of it being a suicide mission."

"In that case, the only other way to be purified is to have the one who placed the corruption within you to remove it. But never have I heard of or even read of a demon taking back the corruption they cursed someone with back before." And there it was, the one method that no one ever does or tries to go for because of how impossible and stupid it is.

Mulling over her words I thought for a while on what this means to me and what it will do to my goals and plans for this world I am stuck in. If that evil shit within me goes critical than I am fucked, and the only means to cure it is to either go on a suicide mission for a god that I don't follow, or to have the asshole who cursed me in the first place to remove it.

Well, it looks like I am up shit creek without a paddle...for what, the fifth time this year? First it was getting stuck here, then getting captured by the diamond dogs, captured and blackmailed by Tazul, getting somewhat killed by Tazul and his cronies and now getting stuck here to be Eraclea's retainer...why couldn't I just have taken that job with the diamond dogs and stayed with them...maybe I could have found a life down there with them...

Maybe even love?

Pah, I doubt it. The fact that they are all a bunch of scavengers and raiders, sooner or later they would have been found out by either the griffons up top or have been attacked by a much stronger and larger group of diamond dogs and I doubt that I would have been spared. Hell, the fact that none of them seemed to know about proper bathing, hygiene, or even structural maintenance they would have gotten themselves killed, it was only a matter of time.

Returning my attention to the priestess I thanked her for her time and for explaining to me my current situation and what I am dealing with within me.

Safe to say that my life now officially sucks even more than it did before.

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Day Five of Recovery

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My last day spent in the infirmary, cant say that I am going to miss this place.

But then again, seeing how I keep ending up in these situations so I can guess that I might end up back here sometime down the road.

Sitting up in the bed I was given I was able to move around more under my own power but it was slow and lethargic. Most of the time I needed that damn crutch just to move around, and there was the few moments where my body couldn't handle it anymore and demanded that I take a breather.

These training sessions are exactly what I needed, but they wouldn't have been necessary if I hadn't been so foolish with my fight with Tazul.

I should have fought smarter, dodged his attacks and broke his legs, instead I got cocky and for it I died and I am now stuck in a debt to a god that wants me to fuck over an entire nation.

Can't do anything about it now, I am stuck with this curse and this mission until the job is done, but I wonder what will happen to me once it is all over?

Heh, guess we will see what becomes of me when Equestria is fucked over cause of one pissed off god.

Sitting up in my bed, my nurse now standing beside the bed post, as I stood up under my own power this time, and with the crutch in hand and positioned under my left armpit, I slowly got off of my bed with a wobble, but this time, not falling over and eating shit.

With my own strength now slowly but steadily returning to me, I gave myself a breather before moving around under my own power, getting my body to adjust to moving around again and to my surprise it actually listened to me this time.

'Huh, seems that strange serum is finally doing its damn job, I still feel weak but no longer do I look and feel like a skeleton.'

Gritting my teeth I started to push myself, testing the waters to see just how much I can do before my body says it had enough and makes me sit my ass down before it decides that it wants to take a nap.

Doing a rather brief circuit around the infirmary I felt like I was steadily becoming like my old self again, but my body was still a bit on the frail side for the time being. Going back to my bed I told the nurse how I was currently feeling when she asked me if there has been any improvements since yesterday, and I can safely say that there has been improvements.

Tomorrow is going to be a grand day for me and those that are involved with me.

I can feel it in your bones!

No, that's not what you are feeling in your bones, that is you trying not to piss yourself in fear is what it is.

'Fuck off who invited you!'

Hahahahaha!

'God damn you suck...'

Tomorrow is going to suck.

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