Gallery of Evil: Vira
Vira was a pretty and vain Acara, spending her days playing
in the flowers, making daisy chains to braid into her long hair. One day, she
wished to be the most beautiful Acara in the whole of the world, but the wrong
ears heard her wish. "You are pretty," the shadowy voice said. "Only I can make
Ever since, Vira has wandered those same fields, kissing
the flowers, but making them poisonous to the touch. The magic mirrors she gives
away do not show reality, but a twisted, ugly version of it. Anyone who looks
into her mirrors at first finds themselves very beautiful, but that beauty fades
into ugliness, and the mirror whispers with a dark voice, "There's only one
way to get your beauty back..."
A young Faerie Acara skipped through a lush green
valley, picking colorful flowers for the necklace she was making. Once she had
obtained enough, she began to string them together.
“Ah…” she sighed. “This is to be the most beautiful
necklace I have ever created! It is simply perfect for my slender neck.”
She finished tying the flowers together and put the
fresh ribbon of beauty around her neck and sighed happily again.
The Faerie Acara’s name was Vira, and she was perhaps
one of the most beautiful Acaras in Neopia, or at least that was how she put
it. The only Acara she could think of who may be prettier than she was her best
friend, Cecilia, who was a Royal Acara. Vira simply adored her, and was maybe
somewhat jealous, but she would never give up her precious wings for a dress
like that. Besides, purple wasn’t her color.
Sticking out her delicate chin, she pushed these thoughts
into the back of her mind. Examining her tender pink paws, she decided that
she needed a flower bracelet to go with her necklace.
In her right paw, Vira held a small cluster of vibrantly
colored wildflowers. Using her other paw, she bent down to pick up a particularly
bright orange blossom. “Vira…” The Acara yelped in surprise and stumbled,
dropping her bundle of flowers. “Vira…” The haunting voice came again.
“Wha…?” Vira questioned her own sanity as she looked
around, trying to find someone--something that might be the source of
this disembodied voice. Then it came again.
Then she saw it. It was a simple mirror, lying amid
a group of violet wildflowers. It seemed… strange. Vira couldn’t put her paw
on it, but there was definitely something erroneous with the mirror.
Slowly crawling to where the perplexing object lay,
Vira’s curiosity gripped her so tightly she believed it would never let go.
Within a mere foot of the hazy mirror, the Acara, slightly trembling, stopped
What am I doing? she asked herself. Why
am I drawn to that mirror as if it was--she stopped in mid-thought. The
idea was simply too dreadful.
Vira had almost thought about her mother. She had
been a wonderful white Acara, full of positive spirit and kindness. But then
her life had come to an abrupt halt--thanks to a family “friend”.
Tears formed in Vira’s eyes, but she brushed them
away angrily. Her mother’s death was in the past. “Dear Vira. Come near…”
the voice called softly… almost pleadingly. Vira didn’t know how or why but
she was suddenly clutching the dull mirror tightly in her paws. Staring blankly
at the silver glass a hazy image appeared.
Suddenly Vira was drifting in a thick grey fog. “W-Where
am I?” she whimpered. Then she realized she was no longer holding the mirror;
it seemed to be floating above her.
“Vira…” the familiar voice hissed. Where had
she heard that voice? “Vira--it is me.”
“M-Mother?” Vira called into the mist, hoping it was
“What’s happening, Mother?”
“I have been sent to the lands of Neopia to find
you--to give you something.”
“What is it?”
“A wish. One wish, and one only. Choose what you
“A wish..?” Vira thought for a moment. She had always
wanted for her mother to return to Neopia, but there was something she had wished
for, even before her mother’s death. “I wish to be the most beautiful Acara
in Neopia, without losing my wings,” she finally answered.
“As you wish, my dear daughter.” As her mother
whispered these words, Vira felt a tingly feeling in her chest. The tingling
soon turned into a sharp repetitive shot of pain that traveled through her blood.
To Vira this sensation felt like a shock of electricity.
“Mother! Mother! Mothe-” Vira’s voice cut off. The
now pain had spread and deepened, paralyzing her vocal cords. She choked, the
pain stifling her every nerve. The last thing she saw before she lost consciousness
was her mothers face, twisted in an evil grin.
As she was drifting into darkness, she thought she
heard the bitter voice say something…
“I knew you would choose beauty over me.”
Vira blinked, and her surroundings slowly came into
focus. She seemed to be lying in the same valley as before, but there was definitely
something different from what she remembered. The sky was a cloudy charcoal
grey, and instead of lush, healthy green grass there were stalks of dry brown
plant life. And there was not a flower in sight.
The Acara was utterly confused. Had it all been a
dream? Yes, it must’ve been. After all, she felt absolutely no twinge of pain,
at least not physically. But that piercing pain that the mirror--her mother,
had caused was hard to forget.
How long had Vira been asleep? It couldn’t have been
a whole season, as it appeared… Could it? Vira glanced at her paws.
Her paws were no longer the sunny yellow they used
to be; they were grey-green, with a blood-red claw at the tip of each finger.
It must be this dim light, she thought in desperate
reassurance. As she was sitting there trying to comfort herself, she saw something
long and pointed lash out of the grass and then retreat back. Vira forgot about
her paws and stared intently at the spot where the thing had been.
Whhhh-chhh! There it was again! Vira noticed
that it was colored a faded green. A mutant Cobrall? She couldn’t tell, it was
too dark to see any detail. She waited silently, ready for it to lash out again.
Whhhh-chhh! She pounced, digging her new nails into it.
“OWWWWW!” Vira cried out in pain. She took her claws
out of thing and held it lightly in her paws. She took a closer look at it and
realized that it was a tail of some sort. Not thinking, Vira tugged on it. “OW-”
she started. No… Her eyes followed the tail…
“AHHHHHH! I HAVE A TAIL!!!” Vira fell over in surprise.
Her tail flicked out of her paws, hitting her in the head as she lay on the
ground. “Owwwww,” she moaned in self-pity and slight pain.
Vira began inspecting her other limbs. It seemed that
basically every part of her body had been changed into a green-grey, mutated
version of what it used to be. At least she still had wings…
It was then that Vira decided she needed to get home.
She needed help, more help than she could give herself. But where should she
go? She couldn’t see her face, but if it was as different as every other part
of her body, no one would recognize her.
Well, obviously just sitting here isn’t going to
do me any good, she scolded herself. If this truly is the same meadow in which
I found that dreadful mirror, then home is this way…
And with that Vira began walking clumsily with her new body in the direction
she hoped was home.
Opening the door to her dark Neohome, Vira looked
around half-knowingly at the furniture. She closed the door slowly behind her,
afraid of making even the slightest noise. She wasn’t sure why but she didn’t
feel right here. It’s my Neohome, why shouldn’t I be welcome? With this
thought, she stood up straight and marched through her living room.
As she strode by the large gold-framed mirror on the
wall, Vira caught a faint glimpse of herself. She stopped. “Oh my…” she uttered
in disbelief. Her reflection showed her an Acara so vain; it showed right there
in her face. The red eyes of her reflection looked right through her, into her
soul. The sight tore her heart.
A small, black tear formed in her eye. Vira slowly
blinked and the tear fell down her dour cheek. She looked back up at herself.
Her thoughts of self-pity turned to self-hate. In pure anger Vira let out a
cry as she threw her fist into the mirror.
If I can’t be beautiful, no one can, Vira thought
heatedly, glaring down at the shards that lay about her feet. With that the
transformed Acara stormed out the Neohome, her innocent heart now filled with