Finally Free [Log]
Jun 18, 2013 19:40:51 GMT -5
Post by Thaal Sinestro on Jun 18, 2013 19:40:51 GMT -5
Clearly, something needed to change. Though he wasn't entirely convinced he liked the thought of returning to some tool of the guardians, Sinestro had come to understand that being in yellow wasn't exactly normal, or by his own means, either. Someone, or something, had come along and cast some kind of spell on him. Made him think he was a yellow lantern through some very powerful magics and a clear understanding of what fear really was. To make him think he was actually wielding it again, the yellow light as close to perfect as it could get, was nothing short of impressive. However, perfect had not been obtained. Cracks and blips existed in the image of a yellow lantern that could not be denied.
The most obvious was, of course, the clear altering of his memory. He could not recall people and events that clearly were connected to him. It was impossible for them to be lying, and all the headaches in the world would not hide the truth from him any longer. Indeed, he understood that whatever power had taken control of him was trying to block the memories it had taken so much effort to wipe from his mind from returning. The pain he experienced whenever he tried to personally recall events from that span of time, seemingly his entire length of being on earth, was profound and only grew worse as the time went on. The spell was punishing him for becoming wise to it- for understanding what was really going on.
It was becoming less and less likely that he could simply live on as a yellow lantern and exist apart from a life he wasn't sure he wanted to return to. Whatever he had been in those memories, it hadn't been a warrior focused on changing the universe through the use of fear. Where had his dreams gone? The mission to bring peace through every single planet out there? He didn't like to think that he had been foolish enough to believe the guardians again.
Yet it seemed his other self had lost sight of what was important.
All the same, he could not pretend things were fine. Beyond just the memories, other problems marked a truly useless level of fear control from the fake ring and the spell-oriented yellow light under his power. For one, he couldn't control fear to his former ability, probably because the person who had cast the spell had never even seen the true limits of his power. He was considerably weaker with this falsified fear magic than the real thing. His ring didn't recharge, didn't create stable, powerful constructs. It couldn't create new rings, nor could he use it to track and locate other members of his fold. Everything that made it a machine was over-looked, as though the caster was not fully aware of every aspect of the weapon's arsenal. He knew he was not a real yellow lantern.
He had learned that the hard way.
When he had attempted to sort things out, he had left the planet earth and made for his troops, touching down on a planet they had recently inhabited as a scouting outpost nearby. The lanterns who were there, the lanterns of fear he had picked himself to wear the rings, met him was contempt and scorn, marking him a traitor and calling him nothing but a betrayer who did not deserve to wear yellow. They, too, knew his ring had something wrong with it, declaring that his fake ring would not be enough to bring them back under his command. They attacked him without hesitation, seeking to cut his head off and present it to the rest of the corps back on Korugar. Sinestro, of course, didn't feel guilty enough to let them get away with that, and made sure to slaughter every last lantern on the outpost before deactivating their rings and heading off to continue his search. No point letting rings float around finding new fear lanterns who would then be told to try and kill him, too.
He would focus on the problems with his own corps later- he needed to fix his own problems before he could deal with them and his enslaved home world.
Though he disliked the idea of being back in green, he could not deny that things could not exist as they were. He would have to break the spell somehow. But... he wasn't sure he knew the best way to go about doing that. Magic, in general, was not something he really believe in, and such being the case he had never invested a lot of time in reading up on it. How was he supposed to break a curse that he didn't know much about? He couldn't even remember it being cast on him, for crying out loud.
While he didn't know much about breaking spells or working with magic, there was one thing he knew better than almost anything else in the universe- will power. And with will power, he could over come anything.
Except rejoining the corps that was based around it, it seemed.
He moved towards Oa at an almost impossible speed, breaking into the planet's atmosphere without slowing down his body. The shield around him, though weaker than it should have been, was still enough to spare him from being burned up in the atmosphere. Bringing himself to sudden stop, the confused lantern took a moment to look around, observing the flecks of green light shooting in, out and around various buildings on the highly advanced planet. It wouldn't be long before they noticed something strange on their planet, and it wouldn't be much longer after that before a mass of Green Lanterns were hunting him down to kill him. Or did they like him now? Honestly, he had no idea, and he wasn't sure he cared. A part of him still didn't want to be doing this in the first place.
However, there were some good reasons to give up the life he desperately wanted to continue. Some of the strange beings he had met, for example, like Kara and Eve. They seemed to mean a lot to him, though he couldn't spend much time thinking about it and he had to fight off a sudden urge to strangle someone whenever he spent too long musing. The magic was definitely designed to make him hurt the people he may previously have cared for. But the biggest influence was Soranik. Not that he knew why. She had been all too eager to dump her Green ring and run on the yellow side of the fence with him. She hadn't claimed he had been someone worth saving, like the others had. Still, something inside him told him he couldn't let her join him. That it was wrong. That thought, alone, was enough to make him want to make it different. Make it so them working together was right, not wrong. It could happen, if he returned to whatever he had been in green. For his daughter, he would do it.
Even if it burned him to consider.
Because he had little time before he became public enemy number one, Sinestro moved in between the buildings, worming his way through the gaps in the structures until getting himself to the massive central power battery. If he needed will power to force the curse off of him- he was going to find it there in spades.
The fake yellow lantern took a moment to make sure the coast was clear before launching himself into the power battery. He could feel the green energy filling him to the brim, sparking around him both beautifully and dangerously.
-threat detected- The power battery boomed, though he knew it was not projecting the words out for all to hear. It was internal, as though designed specifically to make him feel threatened. Words would not frighten him off, and nor would the painful sparks of the over-whelming energies all around him. Clenching his teeth, Sinestro brought his hand up, holding the ring in front of his face while he closed his eyes to focus on it. The yellow light glowed brightly, producing more protesting sparks from the raw power all around him. No doubt the others had picked up on the strange behavior of the battery. They would be there soon, to see what the hell was going on.
"In brightest day, in blackest night," he mumbled to himself, focusing all his will power on the wrongfully colored ring in front of him, "no evil shall escape my sight." As he spoke the oath, the pain inside his head exploded like a fireball, consuming his entire body in what felt like a massive inferno. He groaned lowly, his brows knitting together as the pain tried to over whelm him and force him to stop what he was trying to do. But he wasn't going to stop- he couldn't. He would not be controlled by someone else.
No one controlled Thaal Sinestro.
"Let those who worship... evil's might..." he growled out through tightly clenched teeth, "beware my power- Green Lantern's light!" He screamed out the last portion, light encompassing him fully. It was a mix of yellow and green, sparks flying everywhere. Outside, a group of lanterns had gathered to investigate the massive burst of power coming from within the central power battery, though no one knew what to say or do about it.
Sinestro had no idea anyone was there, a little busy with months worth of memories flooding back to him as he forced both the fake yellow light, and the spell that went with it, out of his body. It was painful, so painful, but at the same time a great sense of clarity washed over him. Finally, everything was making sense again. Everything was feeling... right. He understood all the things he had hated about himself while he had been stuck with mutilated half-memories and emotions.
Through his will power alone, he had managed to break Death's final curse against him.
The yellow light vanished inside the green, his uniform returning to what it was supposed to be- green. The emblem of the correct corps once again burned against his chest, its warmth somehow easing the pain that had been running rampant inside of him.
When the light faded, the lanterns moved in, the group staring blankly at Sinestro. Since most of them had not even been informed about his rampage as a returned yellow lantern, they had no idea what he had been doing or why he looked so exhausted. And it didn't seem like Sinestro was too interested in explaining it to them, either. Before they could ask him what had happened, or what he was doing, Sinestro took off. Sure, they would think he was a little weird, but it was better than having them think he had tried to betray them again. Only some knew the truth, the ones from earth and the ones the guardians had wanted to stop him with. He knew he would have to deal with them eventually.
In the meantime, however, it seemed like he had a lot of people to apologize to. He was left feeling furious with himself. How could he have been controlled? Was he really so weak? How pathetic.
The trip back to earth was not going to be a fun one.
The most obvious was, of course, the clear altering of his memory. He could not recall people and events that clearly were connected to him. It was impossible for them to be lying, and all the headaches in the world would not hide the truth from him any longer. Indeed, he understood that whatever power had taken control of him was trying to block the memories it had taken so much effort to wipe from his mind from returning. The pain he experienced whenever he tried to personally recall events from that span of time, seemingly his entire length of being on earth, was profound and only grew worse as the time went on. The spell was punishing him for becoming wise to it- for understanding what was really going on.
It was becoming less and less likely that he could simply live on as a yellow lantern and exist apart from a life he wasn't sure he wanted to return to. Whatever he had been in those memories, it hadn't been a warrior focused on changing the universe through the use of fear. Where had his dreams gone? The mission to bring peace through every single planet out there? He didn't like to think that he had been foolish enough to believe the guardians again.
Yet it seemed his other self had lost sight of what was important.
All the same, he could not pretend things were fine. Beyond just the memories, other problems marked a truly useless level of fear control from the fake ring and the spell-oriented yellow light under his power. For one, he couldn't control fear to his former ability, probably because the person who had cast the spell had never even seen the true limits of his power. He was considerably weaker with this falsified fear magic than the real thing. His ring didn't recharge, didn't create stable, powerful constructs. It couldn't create new rings, nor could he use it to track and locate other members of his fold. Everything that made it a machine was over-looked, as though the caster was not fully aware of every aspect of the weapon's arsenal. He knew he was not a real yellow lantern.
He had learned that the hard way.
When he had attempted to sort things out, he had left the planet earth and made for his troops, touching down on a planet they had recently inhabited as a scouting outpost nearby. The lanterns who were there, the lanterns of fear he had picked himself to wear the rings, met him was contempt and scorn, marking him a traitor and calling him nothing but a betrayer who did not deserve to wear yellow. They, too, knew his ring had something wrong with it, declaring that his fake ring would not be enough to bring them back under his command. They attacked him without hesitation, seeking to cut his head off and present it to the rest of the corps back on Korugar. Sinestro, of course, didn't feel guilty enough to let them get away with that, and made sure to slaughter every last lantern on the outpost before deactivating their rings and heading off to continue his search. No point letting rings float around finding new fear lanterns who would then be told to try and kill him, too.
He would focus on the problems with his own corps later- he needed to fix his own problems before he could deal with them and his enslaved home world.
Though he disliked the idea of being back in green, he could not deny that things could not exist as they were. He would have to break the spell somehow. But... he wasn't sure he knew the best way to go about doing that. Magic, in general, was not something he really believe in, and such being the case he had never invested a lot of time in reading up on it. How was he supposed to break a curse that he didn't know much about? He couldn't even remember it being cast on him, for crying out loud.
While he didn't know much about breaking spells or working with magic, there was one thing he knew better than almost anything else in the universe- will power. And with will power, he could over come anything.
Except rejoining the corps that was based around it, it seemed.
He moved towards Oa at an almost impossible speed, breaking into the planet's atmosphere without slowing down his body. The shield around him, though weaker than it should have been, was still enough to spare him from being burned up in the atmosphere. Bringing himself to sudden stop, the confused lantern took a moment to look around, observing the flecks of green light shooting in, out and around various buildings on the highly advanced planet. It wouldn't be long before they noticed something strange on their planet, and it wouldn't be much longer after that before a mass of Green Lanterns were hunting him down to kill him. Or did they like him now? Honestly, he had no idea, and he wasn't sure he cared. A part of him still didn't want to be doing this in the first place.
However, there were some good reasons to give up the life he desperately wanted to continue. Some of the strange beings he had met, for example, like Kara and Eve. They seemed to mean a lot to him, though he couldn't spend much time thinking about it and he had to fight off a sudden urge to strangle someone whenever he spent too long musing. The magic was definitely designed to make him hurt the people he may previously have cared for. But the biggest influence was Soranik. Not that he knew why. She had been all too eager to dump her Green ring and run on the yellow side of the fence with him. She hadn't claimed he had been someone worth saving, like the others had. Still, something inside him told him he couldn't let her join him. That it was wrong. That thought, alone, was enough to make him want to make it different. Make it so them working together was right, not wrong. It could happen, if he returned to whatever he had been in green. For his daughter, he would do it.
Even if it burned him to consider.
Because he had little time before he became public enemy number one, Sinestro moved in between the buildings, worming his way through the gaps in the structures until getting himself to the massive central power battery. If he needed will power to force the curse off of him- he was going to find it there in spades.
The fake yellow lantern took a moment to make sure the coast was clear before launching himself into the power battery. He could feel the green energy filling him to the brim, sparking around him both beautifully and dangerously.
-threat detected- The power battery boomed, though he knew it was not projecting the words out for all to hear. It was internal, as though designed specifically to make him feel threatened. Words would not frighten him off, and nor would the painful sparks of the over-whelming energies all around him. Clenching his teeth, Sinestro brought his hand up, holding the ring in front of his face while he closed his eyes to focus on it. The yellow light glowed brightly, producing more protesting sparks from the raw power all around him. No doubt the others had picked up on the strange behavior of the battery. They would be there soon, to see what the hell was going on.
"In brightest day, in blackest night," he mumbled to himself, focusing all his will power on the wrongfully colored ring in front of him, "no evil shall escape my sight." As he spoke the oath, the pain inside his head exploded like a fireball, consuming his entire body in what felt like a massive inferno. He groaned lowly, his brows knitting together as the pain tried to over whelm him and force him to stop what he was trying to do. But he wasn't going to stop- he couldn't. He would not be controlled by someone else.
No one controlled Thaal Sinestro.
"Let those who worship... evil's might..." he growled out through tightly clenched teeth, "beware my power- Green Lantern's light!" He screamed out the last portion, light encompassing him fully. It was a mix of yellow and green, sparks flying everywhere. Outside, a group of lanterns had gathered to investigate the massive burst of power coming from within the central power battery, though no one knew what to say or do about it.
Sinestro had no idea anyone was there, a little busy with months worth of memories flooding back to him as he forced both the fake yellow light, and the spell that went with it, out of his body. It was painful, so painful, but at the same time a great sense of clarity washed over him. Finally, everything was making sense again. Everything was feeling... right. He understood all the things he had hated about himself while he had been stuck with mutilated half-memories and emotions.
Through his will power alone, he had managed to break Death's final curse against him.
The yellow light vanished inside the green, his uniform returning to what it was supposed to be- green. The emblem of the correct corps once again burned against his chest, its warmth somehow easing the pain that had been running rampant inside of him.
When the light faded, the lanterns moved in, the group staring blankly at Sinestro. Since most of them had not even been informed about his rampage as a returned yellow lantern, they had no idea what he had been doing or why he looked so exhausted. And it didn't seem like Sinestro was too interested in explaining it to them, either. Before they could ask him what had happened, or what he was doing, Sinestro took off. Sure, they would think he was a little weird, but it was better than having them think he had tried to betray them again. Only some knew the truth, the ones from earth and the ones the guardians had wanted to stop him with. He knew he would have to deal with them eventually.
In the meantime, however, it seemed like he had a lot of people to apologize to. He was left feeling furious with himself. How could he have been controlled? Was he really so weak? How pathetic.
The trip back to earth was not going to be a fun one.