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P'Seidon's Syndrome-
One of the newest known mental diseases among fairies, this disease begins to effect male pixies, elves, centaurs, and sprites. It can show warning signs from as early an age as two-hundred, or as late as seven-hundred. P'Seidon's Syndrome is named after its discover, Healer Vibrose P'Seidon, [see various works]. This disorder is similar to a combination of the human diseases Parkinson's and Alzheimer's…
"Foaly? Foaly! Are you listening to me?" said an impatient female voice. Foaly closed his book with a hurried snap, and looked up at the young captain. He stretched his sarcastic grin over his face, hiding his hastiness and dismay that he had not heard her speaking. Holly was one of his only true friends and, although he hated to admit it, had always paid attention to her. An insult would be the best cover up.
"Sorry, Captain. I was too intent on looking up all the ways you've avoided being thrown out of the L.E.P. Between all the unauthorized stakeouts, disobeying of orders, and being an annoying young elf, it's a wonder you aren't taking out my trash." He stifled an amused whinny as Holly flushed and growled under her breath. He could practically read her thoughts. Most fairies thought the same about him- he was not only the most annoying creature in the Lower Elements, but he could get away with every insult he threw. Having designed most of the new fairy tech, including his own computer, he was considered untouchable. Along with that, it was rumored that any fairy but him tried to access the computer, a virus would come crashing down on their skulls.
So, the L.E.P had to put up with his sharp insults and sadistic comments. Genius he may be, many fairies had him on their to-beat-within-the-next-millennia lists.
"Foaly, one of these days, I am going to leave my boot print on your balding behind," said Holly, finally finding a retort that would sting Foaly's pride. He had singed his rump several years ago when Briar Cudgeon nearly overran Haven. Opal Koboi had taken control of Foaly's office, and Cudgeon had shot him with his own plasma cannon. Embarrassing, not to mention painful. Holly was one of the few elves who knew Foaly had started wearing a toupee on his can. This information never failed to please her.
Seemingly to be successfully putout, Foaly retreated to his computer. Of course, that wasn't the only reason- it was happening again. His hands began to shake spastically. No, no, not now! Thought Foaly. Biting his lip, he concentrated, willing the shaking to stop (one potato two potato three potato four all the ugly Mud Men knocking on my door. Random thoughts infested Foaly's mind.) After a few moments, his hands slowed to jitters and then stopped altogether. He let his breath out in a relieved hiss, but inwardly he was worried. It had taken longer to stop the spasms. Much longer.
Don't show it, thought Foaly. Not to… He stopped in mid-thought. Name! Name! What's her name? Think, you moron! Diving through the folds of his brain, he finally remembered. Holly, that's it, Holly. Simultaneously sighing and mentally kicking himself, he had one last thought- Wait until you're absolutely sure…
"What was that?" inquired Holly, turning abruptly with one eyebrow raised questioningly.
"Pardon?" Foaly's stomach churned. Had he said his last thought out loud? He couldn't remember. How could it be possible: One of the most intelligent People of Haven was cracking up, just like Opal Koboi. Foaly felt his hands begin to tremble violently, but they stopped almost immediately after they started.
"You said something about waiting until you're sure." Foaly heaved a huge sigh, and feeling more tired than ever.
"Oh, I'm just thinking about the case of the Fowl nuisance. We finally got that particular problem solved. But…" Foaly shrugged. Holly looked knowingly at Foaly, with the slightest bit of bitterness in her eyes.
"You're worried his memory will come back."
"Yes," said Foaly resignedly, "but that's not all. What if only part of his memory returns? What if he starts trying to exploit The People, and kidnap another fairy?"
"Even if he did regain his memory, I wouldn't be put on the case," she replied with a resentful tone.
"Not that you would want to be," corrected Foaly, eyebrows rising sharply.
"Oh, of course." She turned away quickly, but not fast enough for Foaly to see her face darken with sadness. He knew that Holly had become close to the Mud Boy, even friendly. It had hurt her to let him go. Truth be told, Foaly felt the same way, at least to a point. Fowl was the only one who had the mental capacity to appreciate his lectures.
"Yes," she said, the pain showing on her face. There were several minutes of silence. Finally, Holly glanced down at her moonometer, put on her helmet, and headed for the door.
"My shifts
over. I'm going home."
"Take it easy," said Foaly, half
grinning at her. After pausing a few
seconds, he turned around in his swivel chair.
If someone had glanced at his face, they would see one of the only times
all traces of sarcasm leaving his face.
"Holly." She halted as he spoke, halfway through the door.
"I miss him too," he stated. Holly's frame nodded, back still towards him. A small shiver passed along her thin frame, as though she felt a chill. Of course, being several miles under the earth, feeling a draft was impossible.
After pausing several seconds, she walked swiftly out, closing the door much harder than needed. Especially since his doors would magnetically shut on their own. Foaly could still picture her small figure shudder, and he felt his body begin to shudder as well. His vision began to blur, and his head was reeling.
"Oh no," he whispered, feeling his hands begin to shake, as they had off and on for the past several months. His body shuddered uncontrollably, knees knocking together as if he was being electrocuted. Even his tail twitched involuntarily. With trembling fingertips, he reached towards his book, Diseases of the Fairy Body and Mind. Gritting his chattering teeth together, he began to read where he left off. Shaking his head as if in defiance, he looked down towards the pages.
…This disorder is similar to a combination of the human diseases Parkinson's and Alzheimer's. It effects muscle coordination and memory. P'Seidon's is a degenerative disease that forms from a mutated trait, and can remain dormant for many years after the Person shows symptoms. Often, signs of the disease are revealed during times of stress, excitement, or irritation. Common warning sings are the shaking of limbs, short-term memory loss, dizziness, vertigo, and blurred vision. When the disease becomes active, the effected may shake uncontrollably, suffer partial or total blindness, long-term memory loss, strokes, and partial or total paralysis. There is only a fifteen to twenty percent chance of recovery, and there is no known cure.
Foaly closed the book with a snap, rubbing his temples. He was no longer shaking, but his vision was still slightly blurred. His stomach turned over as he thought of that last sentence. The words seemed to resonate in his mind.
There is no known cure…
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