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The Neopian Times Week 103 > Continuing Series > Truth of Faeries: Part Seven

Truth of Faeries: Part Seven

by shimmering_aurora

An icy breeze ruffled my fur as I flew over Terror Mountain. I confess that my heart skipped a beat when Truth had uttered the words, "I lied to you." I don't know what I was expecting her to tell me, but it wasn't what she actually did say.

     Truth had told her lie when she had first told her story. It didn't even change the story, really. If Truth hadn't told me about it, I probably never would have guessed. You see, Truth had said that the Aisha had taken her to a cave in Tyrannia. The truth was that the Aisha lived in Tyrannia and had taken Truth to her NeoHome. The Aisha's owner had stopped coming to Neopia, and the Aisha had wanted Truth to come live with her. Truth didn't want the Aisha to get caught, so she left to Terror Mountain. I guess that is what you would call friendship.

     In my head I reviewed the directions Truth had given me. It was a fairly big NeoHome and on the end of the street. All the same, the Aisha would never have been able to hide Truth there forever. Neighbors would have become curious about the Aisha's mysterious new owner.

     I dived down and landed on the front porch. There was no doorbell, just a large, metal knocker, which I used to bang on the door. After a few minutes, the door creaked open, and I was face to face with a purple Aisha. Around her neck she wore a purple collar with a purple "A" charm hanging from it. However, it was the bracelet made of purple stone that caught my attention.

     "Hello," said the Aisha nervously. Her eyes flitted around as though she was looking for something. "Can I help you?"

     "May I come in?"

     There was no mistaking the look of horror on the Aisha's face. "I'd-I'd rather you not."

     "I'm afraid you don't understand," I said, adding the Aisha's name to the end of my sentence. "I've just had the pleasure of meeting a friend of yours. A certain Night Faerie by the name of…"


After hearing Truth's real name, the Aisha lost all sense of caution. I have to admit that the only thing I could think of as she dragged me into her NeoHome was how foolish she was acting. For all she knew I could have been a spy for Fyora.

     The living room was completely purple, leaving me to wonder if she became obsessed with the color before or after meeting Truth. I walked across the purple carpet and sat on a purple chair while gazing at the purple drapes. The Aisha sat on the purple sofa opposite to me, her eyes filled with eager anticipation.

     "You have news of her? How is she? Where is she? Can I see her?"

     The Aisha's unguarded and unbound happiness threw me off. After all, Truth would not come and see her. "We'll go into that later," I said feebly. "First, I need you to tell me something. I need you to tell me everything that happened between you and the Night Faeries, from the moment you first saw them dance."

     Joy left the Aisha's eyes, and she seemed to realize the very real possibility that I had been sent by Fyora. "I don't know what you are talking about," she said in a very weak and nervous attempt at a lie. I found myself agreeing with Truth for leaving her.

     I searched my memory for something that would prove to the Aisha that I had met Truth. "What happened before you brought her here? What happened before she went away, leaving you with only a bracelet and a note? The very bracelet, might I add, that you are wearing around your wrist right now."

     The Aisha looked down at the circle of purple stone that sat right above her paw. She then tilted her head and looked at me, her purple ears swaying gently. After considering me for what could not have been more than a couple of seconds, she launched into her story.

     "My owner's name was Alan. It's been so long since I thought of him that I cannot seem to remember his username. He was the adventurous type, and when he first took me home from the Create-a-Pet center, I thought he was the best owner in the world. He was always looking for something new to do. One day, he heard rumors of the Night Faerie gatherings."

     "It seemed like a great idea at first -- to be the first pet and owner to see a Night Faerie gathering. It wasn't until Alan fell out of the tree that I was having second thoughts. When the Night Faeries asked us to promise not to tell anyone about their gatherings and not to come back, I willingly agreed."

     "You couldn't imagine how appalled I was when I found out that, not only had he told someone else, he was planning to go back to the Night Faerie glade with a whole group of people. Each time they went I tried to convince them all not to go, but the only ones who would listen to me were the pets."

     "And then Neopia started to change. The faeries took different names. Fyora came into power as the first Faerie Queen. My owner left for good. It wasn't until more rumors -- this time of Night Faeries disappearing -- that I became worried. Being a fair seamstress, I sewed a hooded robe and brought it with me to Faerieland in hopes of redemption."

     "It was there that I happened to come across a Night Faerie that I recognized from the gathering I had seen. After I gave her the clothes, she wanted to go to Neopia Central and buy some things. I have to admit that the Pinceron surprised me. After she had left, though, I suspected that she wanted it for companionship."

     "When we reached my NeoHome in Tyrannia, she asked me to go back to Neopia Central and buy her a black mirror. Thinking that she had forgotten to buy one and eager to oblige, I left. I arrived back to find a note -- telling me that she left for my safety -- and this." The Aisha raised up her paw, displaying her bracelet of purple stone.

     The Aisha then walked over to a table covered with purple cloth and picked up an item. "Here is the mirror. I kept it in prime shape. Do you think you could give it back to her?"

     "Sure," I said, gazing at the black handle. "She is really grateful to you, you know. I think she really admires the way you tried to make up for your owner's mistake…" I trailed off. The Aisha looked at me blankly.

     "Is that what she thinks?" she asked softly. "I never did anything because of my owner's mistake. It was because of my mistake. I was the one who went looking for the Night Faerie gathering. Alan was just tagging along. It all started because of me. It's all my fault."


It wasn't all the Aisha's fault, but when I arrived back at Truth's cave, I did not have the mirror with me. After all, Truth had never told me that I could not give the Aisha directions to her cave. I felt that Truth needed to hear the real story from the Aisha, and it gave the Aisha a pretense for coming to see Truth. The Aisha was coming by foot, however, and I intended to be long gone by the time she arrived.

     "Well?" asked Truth as I entered the cavern.

     "I believe you," I said quietly.

     For the first time, Truth gave me a sad but genuine smile. "I'm glad to hear that." She then turned to Jewel. "Are you sure you don't want wings?"

     Jewel nodded and I stared blankly at her, trying to figure out exactly what they were talking about. From the way Shimmer nodded in agreement, I guessed that I was the only one who didn't know.

     "Fine. You may all leave now."

     Figuring that we ought to leave before she changed her mind, the three of us got up. Jewel and I walked behind Shimmer as she hopped towards the exit.

     "Oh, and before you leave I have to tell you something," said Truth. The three of us reluctantly turned around. "Don't ever come back, ever again. Also, what I have told you today is a secret. Tell no one."


Figuring that it would be quicker (not to mention less embarrassing) to fly Shimmer home than to have her hop through the streets, we left Jewel to make her way back on her own. I'm sure that was just one of the many times she wished that she had taken Truth's offer of wings.

     On the way home, Shimmer had told me that Truth was an expert chemist, which explained the morphing potion. She had offered to make Jewel a Faerie Paint Brush, modified so that the only change would be dark blue wings. I still don't know why Jewel declined. It would have made it so much easier for her. Perhaps she just didn't want to undergo a drastic change. Perhaps I'll never know.

     As for Truth, I think she knew that I had given the Aisha directions to the Faerie's cave. I think she had wanted me to all along, actually. I don't doubt that the Aisha went to see Truth, although I can't help but wonder how Truth took the truth.

     From time to time, I still wonder about that last thing Truth told us. It's not the command not to come back that bothers me; we were never exactly friends. It is the one not to tell. What was the point of telling us the truth if we were not to spread it?

     It is this command that sometimes makes me wonder if everything Truth told us was a hoax. That maybe the reason she didn't want us to come back was that she didn't want to accidentally tip us off. Truth or lie, either way, it is a secret. I have never told anyone. I never plan to.

     And Sakura never did tell anyone, but she wrote it down in a little book. I'm sure she never intended for it to be seen by eyes other than hers. She did a good job of hiding it, too. It just so happened that after one late night writing session, she left it laying on the kitchen table.

     It was I, Shimmer, who found it there the next morning. It was written out just like a Neopian Times story. Who could resist? However, I do confess seriously considering taking out parts that portrayed not-so-flattering pictures of me.

     Although this story has been published, although to you it has been told, it is still a secret. Tell no one…

The End

Author's Note: Telling no one does not include not giving me feedback. All feedback, especially constructive criticism, will be greatly appreciated.

Previous Episodes

Truth of Faeries: Part One

Truth of Faeries: Part Two

Truth of Faeries: Part Three

Truth of Faeries: Part Four

Truth of Faeries: Part Five

Truth of Faeries: Part Six

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