Yours Truly, Illusen
My small, bare feet padded against the wooden floor of my
home quietly. As I sat down at my earthy desk, another wave of sadness washed
over me, releasing a sigh of anguish from my lips. My reminiscing of better times
had once again brought me into a level of short depression. I fluttered my wings
softly, and flipped my red and green hair over my shoulder, reaching for a leaf-bound
journal. I opened it and scanned the pages quickly, flipping past some, pausing
on others, until I had come to a completely blank page. I reached for my green
pencil, and blew on the tip gently before bending down over the page to scrawl
away my thoughts.
I was thinking again today. Not like before,
not about the birds singing and the bees buzzing and feeling Mother Nature go
about her work beneath my toes, but about a much more dreadfully sad thing.
About my sister.
I cannot help but remember what she did. And
I cannot help but lose myself in the memory, playing it over and over again.
Earlier, as I stared down at Meridell, I was so overwhelmingly depressed that
I ran to my bed and collapsed upon it, buried in a fit of sobs. When I do this,
the flowers and leaves surrounding my bedside table and bed wilt, and then I
have to come back to a cheerier mood before refreshing them to their once vibrant
I have only a short time, as a young Kougra is
on his first quest for me, but I will express myself for as long as I can, and
I will try to tell you the story of what happened that dreadful evening.
* * *
"Jhudora! Judie, where are you?" A small earth
faerie flew from tree to tree, listening for her best friend intently. "Where
is that faerie?" she muttered under her breath.
The earth faerie wheeled around in surprise,
caught off guard by the dark shadow lingering quietly behind her. "Oh, gosh!
You scared me, Judie!"
The dark faerie growled, "Don't call me Judie,
Illusen." Her purple and green hair flowed down her back, stopping nearly at
her waist. Her long, green fingernails glittered menacingly, and her purple
eyes reflected the setting sun.
Illusen narrowed her skinny, red eyebrows. "What's
been up with you lately, huh? You used to love the nickname Judie, but nowadays
you're avoiding me more and more, and, well…"
"Don't call me Judie."
"Oh, yeah, and what if I do? Judie? Judie, Judie,
Jhudora frowned, then smirked. "Lulu." Illusen
was surprised, her mouth gaping open like a fish out of water. She looked angry,
then her bell-like laughter filled the clearing they had stopped in.
"Ha! You got me all right." Illusen wiped a small
tear from her eye, and then looked at her surroundings. It was very dark. And
she couldn't feel the plant's vibrant pulse here as well as she could back home
with Fyora. She fluttered to a nearby tree, and put her hand on it gently. With
a sharp cry, she pulled back and cradled her hand softly. "It's… dead," she
"As are many things here," Jhudora replied. "I'm
glad you followed me tonight, Illusen. I want to show you something. It's like
nothing you've ever seen before! It's amazing." Illusen gazed into her eyes
and saw a spark of almost insane glee protruding from the dark purple pupils.
"Come on, come on! You'll love it! It'll change Faerieland forever."
Illusen ignored her friend's babbling and expressed
caution. "Are you sure it's safe, Jhudora? I mean, it's getting really dark,
and Fyora says that Faerieland isn't entirely stable yet, seeing as it's only
just been created…"
Jhudora became silent. She muttered something
nearly inaudible under her breath. Illusen's pointed ears just barely made it
"I am not a chicken!" Illusen puffed out her
chest proudly and strode forward into the dark clump of trees. She stopped and,
with her back still facing Jhudora, said, "Where are we going again?"
Jhudora got excited again, and sped off into
the trees. Illusen dodged tree branches and clumps of leaves clinging weakly
to the limbs, she touched what she could to bring it back to life, but most
was too long gone for her to replenish their health. Jhudora, meanwhile, was
just a dark blur in the distance.
They traveled for a long time, so long that Illusen's
wing beats came farther and farther apart. "Jhudora, when will we be there?"
"Soon… far… close…" came back the jumbled reply.
Illusen just sighed and pressed onward.
Both green and purple wings drooping, Jhudora
and Illusen finally came to a stop. Illusen surveyed her surroundings with fear.
This place couldn't be in Faerieland! It was too dark, too dank. Long vine limbs
reached out towards Illusen, frozen into place. She shivered. This place wasn't
natural. By instinct, she knew that it should be warm here, but it was cool
instead. Unearthly sounds echoed out from the surrounding trees. Something rattled
in a nearby bush, and Illusen stifled a scream.
"Shush, would ya? You don't want to bother the
things that live in these parts," Jhudora warned.
Illusen just whimpered in reply. She clung to
Jhudora's arm, afraid to stray, afraid that the plants would take her. That
her own kin would bring her down without a thought. And so, she stayed with
Jhudora, never leaving her side. And Jhudora didn't seem to notice that Illusen
hung onto her belt, her arm, her hair. She snarled once when Illusen drifted
to close to a beautiful blue flower, but, at hearing that sound, Illusen sprang
right back to Jhudora and was hooked again.
The dark faerie moved through the thicket, dodging
thorns, venomous plants and dangerous glades as if she had been there many times
before. There seemed to be an invisible path that only she could see. Illusen
cowered more and more after every footfall, every sound, every whisper in the
Jhudora finally slowed down, and Illusen could
hear even more sounds coming from the glade that lay ahead, more rattling, whispering,
spitting, hissing, screeching, venomous sounds. She heard whimpers, and even
the cries of tortured souls, rocking on a bed of soil, losing their selves in
sadness, grief, and mostly pain. But the plant life cried out to her most of
all. How horrid it was! It pained her to take every step. The plants there were
being tortured like nothing Illusen had ever experienced. She held back sobs
and tears until Jhudora slowed to a stop.
Jhudora smiled menacingly, and brushed back a
few twigs and leaves. Illusen gasped as Jhudora revealed a-
* * *
"Illusen! Illusen! I got it! I got it! Am I in
time?" A blue Kougra panted, paws on his knees, right outside my bedroom window.
I wiped my eyes and plastered a smile on my face while writing down the last
few sentences in my Journal for today:
Must go. I might finish the story another day,
but for now it's a mystery. A dreadfully sad mystery, but a mystery none the
less. The red Kougra, Kimbala92, calls, and I must answer my never-ending job
Author's Note: If you see this, then that means I got into the Neopian
Times! This one is dedicated to my pets (hey!) and my friends.