The Source of All Evil
"Listen up! One and all! There's a story that must be heard,
a tale that needs to reach the ears of the populace!"
A yellow Lupe, one that was already rich in years,
stood on top of a tree stump in the Haunted Woods so that even his frail frame
could tower over the heads of his listeners. Even though his fur retained a
creamy yellow hue, his ears had turned gray in age. He had already grown a beard
in his old age, and his frame was so bent that he had to lean on a large wooden
stick in order to keep upright.
However, even in his elderly state, he still
knew how to draw up an audience. His tail swished underneath his worn out brown
cloak he wore over his body as he paused in his speech, letting himself draw
up a bigger crowd. Eager little Neopians pressing up against one another to
get a better glance at the owner of the stentorian voice.
"Now, you must wonder to yourselves, fellow citizens
of the Haunted Woods. How did these woods become so haunted? How did all this
darkness descend upon this spot? How did the hearts and minds of the people
living here become tainted, filled with hate and greed?" The Lupe shouted, gesturing
with his hands to the Neopets spread before him.
"Well, I'll tell you the culprits, the little
demons that twist and mutate these lands. They are..." He paused for dramatic
effect. The Neopets around him held their breaths as they waited for the answer.
He said it with a mighty flourish of his arms,
flinging his walking stick high above his head. Even so, however, this did not
impress some of his listeners. Upon hearing who was the topic of discussion,
several members of the audience began to grumble to themselves and walk away
from the stump and the Lupe standing on top of it.
This didn't seem to daunt the Lupe one bit. He
began his speech again, rubbing his hands together in vigor. Now that he presented
the main topic of his speech, he had to provide the counter argument. It was
the best way to get eager Neopians to listen. "Now now, you may be wondering,
how could such cute and cuddly little critters be the source of the Haunted
Woods' evil? They're but harmless petpets; they have no concept of good or evil!"
At this point, some of the Neopets began to nod
and mutter to themselves in agreement. One Mutant Kacheek even mentioned that
his sister had a Meepit, and nothing seemed to be wrong with it. Some more Neopets
left, satisfied with the rhetorical answer. At that moment, the Lupe jumped
off of the stump and pointed his walking stick to the dwindling crowd in front
"That is where you'd be wrong! You'd be wrong
to doubt my words!"
The exclamation proved, to some more members
of the crowd, that the Lupe was thoroughly out of his mind. The group of Neopets
that had once eagerly gathered around his stump were now but a few younger minds
who saw this more as entertainment than a speech to be listened to.
The Lupe had to change tactics if he was going
to inform the Neopets living in the area. He had to share this information with
everyone, to warn everyone on the impeding danger, the threat that was going
to poison all of Neopia. The canine briskly trotted towards a young female Usul
in the remaining audience.
"Young lady, give me an example of evil in the
Haunted Woods," he said, giving her stomach a poke with his walking stick. The
Usul hesitated at suddenly being the focus of attention in the informal speech
that the Lupe was giving, so he elaborated on his question. "Go on, name any
evil person or thing. It can be anyone. Go ahead."
"Eliv Thade?" she said hesitantly. Her eyes roamed
the surrounding area for an exit, and when the Lupe started up his speech again
and left her alone, she darted away from the small crowd and away from the crazy
"Yes, yes. Eliv Thade," the Lupe continued as
if the Usul was still there. "Well, I bet I can tell you who wrote the very
puzzle that caused him to go insane! Yes, my friends, Meepits wrote that puzzle!"
More Neopets began to walk away, leaving the Lupe with just a few stragglers.
The few that remained looked uneasily to each other and shuffled their feet
in the dry dirt. No one found this crazy speech as a source of entertainment
"Another example!" the Lupe cried just as eagerly
as he did when he had a full crowd.
"The Coconut Shy," a Pirate Kougra growled, his
pocket still painfully empty.
"Ah, yes. The so-called rigged stand of the Deserted
Fairground. The one with the Quiggle, is it not?" The old Lupe started up again,
pacing around in the dirt with his walking stick held out before him to keep
himself steady. More Neopets began to leave in this little pause, but he didn't
notice at all. "He really gets help from the Meepits! The Meepits run that entire
place! Do you want to know why the Deserted Fairground is deserted in the first
place? The Meepits drove everyone off!"
At that point in time, it was safe to say that
no one was listening to the Lupe anymore. His entire crowd had disappeared,
dissipated like the morning fog on a crisp summer day. Anyone who passed the
Lupe now no longer lent an ear to his ramblings now that he had unmasked himself
as a rambling crazy rather than a speaker of the truth. The only sign that he
ever had a crowd were the multiple footprints in the dirt around the stump,
ghostly images of his listeners that lingered by his side.
But the Lupe kept talking. The way he ranted
was like a giant snowball rolling down a hill in Terror Mountain in the way
that as it gained more momentum and size, more people sought to avoid it altogether.
As he paced in his spot, he was completely unaware of how much darker his part
of the Haunted Woods was, and how the shadows seemed to glitter with the eyes
of something malevolent watching him...
"Do you know who told the Kyrii to suggest to
Meridell that they steal Darigan's magic orb in the past? Meepits!"
A mist started to form around the Lupe's feet,
but in the throes of his speech, he didn't notice. In his younger years, he
would've stopped himself and run to safer ground, but the sands of time had
diluted his once rich senses and his emotions had full reign now. He had made
it his life's work to tell everyone about his discovery, to inform all of Neopia
of the evil.
"Jhudora's Cloud is reinforced by the evil of
the Meepits. Meepits are the ones that track down the Neopets with the richest
pockets and then send the Pant Devil to do the damage!"
More eyes began to appear in the darkness and
the light of the moonlight began to reflect on millions of glittering fangs...
"Dr. Sloth's ideas come from Meepits! The Meepits
are the source of all evil!"
The old Lupe sat down on the tree trunk, his
energy expended from his rigorous speech. Somehow, he felt that he did the world
a bit of good by telling that speech, no matter how few people actually bothered
to listen. Everyone had to know; it was a simple fact to digest. Now all he
had to do was to travel to other parts of Neopia and repeat the same speech.
Then, everyone would know and Neopia would be free of all evil. With that thought
in his mind, he rubbed his forehead with his wrinkled old paw and scanned the
area around him with his wasted old eyes.
"...No," he whispered, his breath caught in his
There was a large crowd of Meepits surrounding
him. Everywhere he looked, there were Meepits. There were Meepits on the ground,
Meepits perched in the nearby trees, Meepits right by his feet. There were Christmas
Meepits, Faerie Meepits, Ghost Meepits, and Meepits that made him shudder. He
felt himself grow dizzy just by looking into the sheer mass of the creatures
in attempts at counting a few of them. There had to be thousands of them, and
they were all staring at him.
The Lupe didn't have time to protect himself
as the creatures all leapt at him in a giant mass of teeth, eyes, and fur and
the world as he knew it faded into darkness...
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Five game pieces in a row.
Barallus responded to Master Vex's statement
by squealing loudly and swinging to and fro from the spot in the ceiling that
he was latched onto. The prison warden growled in irritation at this show and
flicked a stray Cellblock piece with his index finger. Darigan Citadel was one
prisoner too few, and the purple Mynci was incredibly bored. He had played game
after game with the other inmates (and sometimes Galgarrath), but he was still
bored. Would it kill Lord Darigan to arrest some poor crone off the streets
and deposit him in the cells so that he could have someone else to entertain
"Master Vex, we have another prisoner."
Sweeter words could not have existed at that
point in time. At the sound of Galgarrath's voice, the Mynci leapt up from his
chair in the agility commonly found in his species. But then, to maintain an
air of dignity, he paced quietly over to the large red Grarrl, his armor gleaming
underneath the torches. He feigned an expression of disinterest.
"Oh, really. Who is it this time? Did someone
steal another loaf of bread from the marketplace, or did this person say the
word 'Meridell' at the wrong time?" Master Vex said with false boredom. He had
a reputation to keep, and squealing like his less-dignified cousins in Mystery
Island wasn't going to help maintain that dignity.
"Actually, much more interesting than that,"
Galgarrath grumbled, rubbing his claws together. His voice echoed off the dungeon
walls and mingled with the screams of the prisoners in the various cells. He
gestured to the two Darigan Bori guards behind him, and they harshly shoved
their prisoner forward.
"We found him patrolling the streets just this
morning. He's obviously out of his mind, the way he goes on about a world that
doesn't exist," the large Grarrl explained with an amused tone to his voice.
"JELLY WORLD!" the Lupe cried, throwing his hands
up in the air. Galgarrath had to dodge as the Lupe swung his walking stick around
like a baton. Master Vex was immediately interested. Clearly a game with a madman
such as this would add a slice of variety to his game of Cellblock. Barallus
was two coconuts short of a Coconut Shy as well, but at least he didn't believe
in nonexistent worlds.
"You got yourself quite a catch there, Galgarrath.
It's a good thing this madman will be locked away! Do you have a name for him?"
Master Vex asked, rubbing his chin in thought.
"We haven't been able to get a name from him,
and no one on the Citadel is related to him," Galgarrath answered. He shrugged
his massive shoulders. "The crazy old fool has no family and no friends."
"MEEPITS!" the Lupe prisoner interjected, adding
his own two neopoints into the conversation.
"Fine, fine. He shall remain nameless." Master
Vex ended the conversation with the wave of his gloved hand. The sooner the
prisoner was contained, the sooner he could get to teaching the old Lupe Cellblock.
Even the most insane of his prisoners would catch on to the gist of the game
after a few sessions. Before long, he will have another victim in his never-ending
The Darigan Bori paused, both of them looking
at Master Vex. They still clutched the prisoner in their claws, but they didn't
know which cell to place him. Immediately, they received the perfect answer
from one of their higher-ranking officers.
"Put him in Cell Five."
Number Five, as everyone else in the dungeon
soon came to know him, huddled in the corner of his cell, his walking stick
clutched tightly to his chest. He had finally learned how to play Cellblock,
and now he was better than all of the other prisoners in the dungeon. The Lupe
muttered crazily to himself as he started to bang on the wall with his stick.
Something at the back of his mind told him to alert everyone around him of the
source of all evil. He stopped in mid-swing and pondered. What was the source
of all evil?
It started with an M. Marbles. Maraqua. Meercas.
Satisfied with his answer, the now insane Lupe
began to alert what little of the world he had left of the source of all evil.
Sadly, he was unaware that he had already lost all chance of ever succeeding
in his goals, twisted to forever mix up the true evil with something that did