Once upon a time, perhaps, Rep was happy. He went by another name back then, one which is now so cursed that we dare not speak it.
Rep had been born into a wealthy family of jewel thieves - the son of the celebrated thief Conlusion, who best known for smuggling The Kingdom's entire collection of priceless gems from right under the nose of the Neopian Defenders. This, of course, was in old and better times, back when thieves had both dignity and class. Rep, of course, went into the family business, and found himself successful. He rarely worked with his father, instead choosing his own path. His targets were significantly more more valuable than anything that his parents could have dreamed of; the trade-off for this was that his heists were much more risky. Rep had always been reckless, but he was witty and intelligent enough to slither his way out of most situations. Alas, the time would come that he would find himself unable to escape.
Rep had always been extraordinarily lucky. When asked about this, he attributed it to a heightened sense of intuition. He seemed to always know which risks were worth taking and which targets were better left alone, at least, until the day Temptation came.
Temptation is an odd creature, one which takes a different form depending on whom she visits. Rumor has it that to Rep, Temptation was a two-headed serpent. She was a wise demon, one for whom patience has always been a virtue.
Temptation came to Rep in a dream one night, only to return in person after he had already confided into her his soul. She lured him to her with promises of fame and wealth, blinding his intellect by use of her mystic charms. Temptation promised him that this would be the heist of a lifetime, one after which he would never need to steal again. Unable to see through her cloud of lies, Rep followed her to a dark and foggy tower.
Waiting for Rep at the base of the structure were the Cursed. Temptation led him to them, whispering into his ear that all would be well. The Cursed lurked in the shadows, just out of reach, waiting patiently for Rep to walk deep into their midst. Rep, feeling a sense of false confidence, ignored them... the howl should have alerted him, but it failed to.
One of the Cursed leaped forward, startling Rep. Rep spun around, snarling in an attempt to defend himself. This was in vain; the Cursed felt no fear. The rest of them surrounded the two duelers, growling to cheer on the upcoming fight. The Cursed fighting him, the Beast, took the form of a canine - an act met with cheers from his comrades. Temptation uncurled herself from his neck and slithered away, leaving Rep to his doom.
The fog of misjudgment was jerked off of Rep's shoulders, clearing his view at last. Seeing the massive size of the Beast, he turned to flee, only to be stopped by the other Cursed. His opponent barked gleefully, as if inviting him to a battle. Rep tried to speak but found himself unable to; the dark magic of the Cursed had already begun taking its toll.Figh' ussss, figh' ussss,
hissed the Cursed in unison, Figh' ussss or you will neverrr leaveeeee.
Rep snarled in reply. Fleeing was no longer and option, and, though he would have always chosen flight instead of fight, he did not have that luxury. He stood his footing, trying to remember his agility training. He knew he would not stand a chance against the beast in strength, but he had always been swift.
The Beast chuckled and leaped forward, trying to hit Rep with his claws. Rep dodged once, twice, three times... alas, the Beast was only taunting. He lunged forward yet again, tearing open Rep's front leg with its fangs. Rep fell forward. The Beast laughed. The Cursed came closer. The Thief lifted his head and howled to the moon, surrendering himself to whatever Fate had in store.
The Beast sniffed the Thief and almost immediately lost interest. This had been too easy of a fight. He turned to Temptation and glowered at her, irritated that she had brought him such an unworthy opponent. She snickered evilly.
Rep tried to rise, only to be met with a strike to his head. He fell once more, almost dead... The world went black; there was nothing left.. . . . .
The world seemed different when Rep awoke, darker. An odd figure stood over him, watching him with a curious gaze.Who are you?
asked Rep, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
The figure chortled. A man,
he replied, just as quietly. His voice was musical.
He leaned over and patted Rep where the Beast had taken a portion of his skull. Rep tilted his head curiously but felt nothing... after several moments, he realized that he could no longer see through his right eye.What happened to me?
replied the man, you were inches from Death and I saved you. You are now blind in one eye and must wear a mask over where your skull is missing, but otherwise you are quite functional. Welcome back to the Living.
Rep closed his eyes. Something felt different, very different, and it was not his head. He felt as if he were one with his surroundings, as if there were no longer an abyss between him and them. He poked at it with his mind, and felt a physical result.The exact nature of your injury broke the wall between mind and matter,
explained the man, noticing Rep's actions. I do pray that you use it well.
Rep opened his eyes when he felt the man turn around. The man opened his large raven wings and stretched them, as if preparing for a flight.
Rep could not resist the question. Why did you save me?
The mysterious stranger chuckled. Without turning back, he answered, Because, my dear fellow, you will no longer be interested in trinkets and gold. The world needs people like you - the ones that just want to watch everything burn.