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"The Happy Crystal" by icygirl2005
Dessinere gazed at her own reflection in the mirror, which was crystal clear. She sighed and wiped the tears which were falling from her eyes. She had never expected such a mishap to take place. In the reflection stood an Aisha, unhappy looking. She was full of gloom and darkness, grey from top to bottom. But there was a bright, rosy pink patch which cancelled some of the gloom from her. It was what she called her 'healing scar.' It helped to heal her wounds and stopped her tears eventually. It was the only component which supported her in her life of darkness. But how did she get this pink patch? Rather, a more accurate question would be-how did she become so grey and miserable? No Neopian would ever be able to digest the fact that the depressed Dessinere was once the happiest Neopian alive, four years ago. She used to be gracious, smiling and full of gaiety. She even won the Miss Neopia award. Until something disastrous happened, which left her life shattered. Dessinere's mother knew the most powerful magical spells in Neopia. Lord Darigan wanted her mother to teach him these, so that he could conquer Neopia. When she refused, he got angry and cursed Dessinere to become a Grey Aisha forever. He imprisoned Dessinere's parents in his dungeon. And that was when all the happiness was washed out of the Faerie Aisha. All she had now was a mistress, Rosemary to look after her and her expensive mansion which she resided in. All the glitter and glamour in her surroundings had no effect on her gloom.

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