Long ago, when magik was more potent than even now in neopia. When Gerapitku was a huge city and the Atlantean Blood-Mages stalked the earth, phoenixes soared through the sky and the cherubs of heaven were known to all, back then, the entities that were here, were the most powerful of all magiks in many places. For they were untamed, unruly magik, magik that because it had no master or leashes, had no limitations. Free, and wild magik.
One, the Skartullivay, prowled the darkest, most deadly corners, namely Mystery Island. It created Geraptiku, and named itself lord over the island. It was pure bad luck and highly potent in magik. It made things die at touch, lightning bolts flash, and broke minds like mirrors. It was the VAY.
The enemies of the vay, other entities, plotted against it, for they felt it had become arrogant, and sealed it in a four leaf clover to brood over its mistakes. It brooded yes, but not over mistakes, it plotted. It was barely aware of the outside world, and because of the vay, the four leaf clover lived an extraordinary long life. Thirteen hundred years to be precise.
On the eve of the thirteen hundred years, a new moon rose in the sky, unseen, and lightning flashed that night, the grass about the clover died instantly, and beautiful yellow tulips, faces closed in rest, turned deadly purple with red streaks in their limp petals, rotted away by pure fey strains that poured from the Vay. For this was an unlucky night and its magik increased ten-fold. It broke free of the clover, killing it in one motion, and rose, a ethereal imprint in the air. Sweeping about, the entity surveyed the world.
From magik eyes it noted the fact that the other entities were gone, it was free to control this island, this whole world, this universe. It was pleased with that, and then it realized, its magik, though potent, meant nothing to these people. It, afterall, was hostless and wihout a mouth-piece, how would they know how to appease it?
Swirling in a cloak of neon-green it rose higher than the trees, and searched for a host, it, closed all senses to the world, undecided as it was, and dived like a falcon in any direction it thought suitable. It ended up in a mother-kougress. Unable to survey the world, it realized it was not in, as in hosting the kougress, but in her belly, in one of her cubs. Settling down it reasoned it had a long time to strike, and it slept. It slept for many years, content to wait until this cub was grown enough to be of use to the Vay and its malevolent plans.

Jinx...Jinx..such a strange name...My name? It is who I am, we are named for who we are, name's have meaning. And I am exactly that, a Jinx. My home clan is Ennien, and thus I am Jinx To-Ennien, now why do I have that name? I guess it all started back when they attacked, mayhaps the Vay was awakening, mayhaps it was coincidence, who knows....
They attacked, lupes, their ribs piercing through their sides like terrible terrible brands on their bodies, fur wiry with lack of food. It was famine, that was why we were on the move, that's why we had to move our camp. That's why Ennien was leaving, and that's why we were attacked. A red one sank his teeth into my brother's jugular, I screamed and fell onto my back as he turned to me, eyes crazed and blood-shot.
All sound seemed to dissolve about me, the jangle of my single earring, for I had but one then, and it kinda hurts when you...I'm going off subject, but then so would you if you were there, you try to forget, you try to alienate the fear and terror, that wrenched your gut from your belly and pushed it into your throat. Yes..you do try to forget, as the lupe advances on you, your mouth open in screams, that though hysterical, fall dead upon your ears as you cannot hear above the dreadful pounding in your ears, in your veins, in your heart.
But, the sky cracked open and loosed a bolt of lightning that vaporized the Lupe, that now I think of it, was probably more blood-stained than actually red. The others yipped and pranced about in panic. And I? I carried on screaming, still unable to hear even one distorted wail that emitted itself from my throat.
The lightning flashed down like a whip again, the lupes whined, and yelped, once more the lightning struck, leaving a sense of warning and finalized threats. They fled into the forest, leaping over logs and tripping over each other in fear, a taste of their own medicine in my opinion, but I don't blame them, they were hungry, we all were.
Any reasonable kougra would have picked herself up and rushed down the winding path until she encountered another sane being. I didn't, I fainted, my cry dying in my throat, a gash over my paw bleeding slightly, nothing critical as the wound began to clot with a indignant that's that.

When I awoke, I was alone, and the sky was darkened above me, if I had thought myself afraid in the fight, I knew then this was terrible fear, the fear of skulking shadows, and nauseating nightmares. Looking up at the star-less sky and the new moon as it stared emotionlessly down at you, so daunting, so terrifying. Have you ever had..nothing?
Not even memories you can visit in the insomniacs twilight? I was a child, what stories can I have? I had truly, nothing. In the middle of the night, too shocked to stand and do anything save stare back at that terribly fey-bright moon and know I was alone. My entire clan was dead, their corpses strewn about me, mutilated, some vaporized at the lightning, and when I saw those ones, I felt guilt, thought it couldn't have been my fault, or so I thought...
I felt loneliness for my first time, and I will never forget that moment. That moment of eternity as it watched me. I didn't know I had gained immortality from the Vay, but from all I felt there, I could have done. It wasn't sad, or miserable.
It was just empty....
And for what seemed like forever I waited, watched and tried to think, but I was empty as that moment, as my life. I just stared out, and couldn't think for the numbness in my heart. Have you ever felt that feeling? Tis not sadness, or pain, it's just nothing, it's worse than pain, for it is truly..nothing.
I finally moved, I swayed unsteadily and then began a monotonous walk into the forests of the night, no purpose in my motions, just movement, not even effort. And I knew that was the hardest walk of my life...
And for three years thence on I lived in the forest, it's green mazes became a road to me. I became more wild than my wildest imagination. I could stalk a bird and kill it without effort, it was just something I knew. There isn't much to say about that part of my life. Anyone who had heard of the Ennien, and their fate, assumed I was dead. No one sought me out, no one knew I existed at all. The numbness spread throughout my heart and mind, it was better than pain I guess, being empty meant no pain. I was desensitized from showing emotion, not feeling it though. I became almost primitive in actions, I spoke little, although I always was thinking. Always.
And that was when I discovered I had someone to talk to, at the time I thought it a small part of my mind that I had personified into a friend. Now I know, it was the Vay, and it was my only friend...or I called it my friend. It is terrible to remember that time when I came so close to giving into it, I could taste the hatred in its...soul? If it has one...
There isn't much to say about that part of my life, I don't remember much, just a never-ending silent conversation with the Vay as it pounded like music in my head. I remember killing for it, I remember feeling it take over for the first time, laughing through my mouth, the only emotion in that voice was cruelty, and yet, naïve, young as I was. I let it. It must have thought it had won, won the use of my pitiful body, but it was wrong, it was close to it, but I hadn't sold my soul to it. Not yet. I got lucky, first piece of luckiness I've ever had. I was found by the clan of Sretelles. And believe it or not, they took me in.

I was just the forest-girl back then. They didn't even know I was Ennien, maybe that was a good thing. I said nothing, they thought me dumb..simple if you will from my time in the forest. I was just nervous, I had spent almost three years with none but the Vay to talk too, and you didn't need words for the Vay, just emotions, images, intents, concepts. I was almost afraid to have my own voice, and just like a child who grows out of an imaginary friend, I forgot about that voice in my head. Dismissed it.
I had one person who would look after me, didn't torture me with questions in the hope I would answer, no, he just talked to me, was my friend. And one day, he asked me if he'd like me to look after him, officially. He asked if I wanted to be his mate. And I spoke. He thought I would shake my head, for a no, or tip it for I'll think about it, or even just nod. But no, I spoke. "Yes" I said.
We were happy, for half a year, our relationship, though officially love, had little love in it, from me. He liked me, but I regarded him more as a friend. I guess he offered so I might be fully accepted into the camp, to protect me, we were more brother and sister than mates, but we were still close.
I still didn't talk much, and in that time subliminated my memories of the woods, and even the attack that started it all. It all became worse, half a year later, when the voices started again.
I thought I was going mad. The voices I knew well in mental quality, were speaking to me, using words. I realized it had been giving me mental nudges for half a year, and now had decided I wasn't going to notice anything but verbal contact. //Are you listening to me, Doll-face?// came the voice.
Shut up" I whispered firmly. "You're not real" I insisted, you would of.
//Not real? No, I am far too real if anything//
I had thought people only had imaginary friends when they were young, so I must be mad, and so I ignored it. Too afraid to mention it too anyone. A silly move, but it wasn't as if they could have even done something about it anyway.
The vay killed their leader, one night it whispered to me that he had treated us unfairly. Not me. Us.