Hello! This is Your Conscience Speaking

by: Fyuro

Prologue

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"Amity Spicket, how do you plead?"

The young girl flinched, feeling hundreds of eyes staring down at her from the circular, marble benches that surrounded her. She stared down at her feet, feeling horribly small and helpless standing on her tiny, round platform. Handcuffs dug painfully tight into her skin and her bare feet felt like icicles on the stages cold, stone surface.

She looked up. In front of her was the Council's stand. There were three, long backed, throne-like chairs, each one made of gold with red velvet cushions; and for each chair sat one council member. On the left, there was Councilman Jinkle Squimit; a kindly, little, old round fairy, with balding white hair and sideburns that nearly hid his pointed ears. He was giving Amity an expression of pity, and a small measure of guilt. Jinkle Squimit was indeed a kind man, but a bit cowardly. Amity knew he would not speak for her in fear of the punishments that might face him as well.

On the right chair sat Sidius Ebony; a tall and lanky man with crooked nose that took up most of his face. He had black hair that messily reached his shoulders, his one of the tips of his pointed ears looked as though it had been bitten off and the other had a single, dragon earring that wrapped around his ear. He ha a nasty, hateful expression in his dark eyes. Amity knew he wouldn't be of any help to her, he was the one who wanted her on trial the most.

Then, seated in the middle, was Wendell Ulden. The oldest and wisest of all three council members. He was bony and hunched over slightly. He wore his long, silver beard in a braid decorated with green and blue beads. He has a leathery, wrinkled face. His eyes remained closed, for he had been blind ever since she had been born, and probably many years before that. She could not read the emotions on his face.

Amity looked back down at her feet; her short, spiky, electric blue hair falling into her equally blue eyes. "Guilty on all charges, your honor." she managed to whisper, her voice feeling rough and hoarse in her throat.

Wendell sighed heavily through the nose. "Very well then Amity..." he arose from his seat on the council, his old bones creaked and popped as he slowly stood to his feet. The man gave a small wheeze, leaning on his wooden staff. There were murmurs in the crowd.

"What's going on?"

"What will happen to Amity?"

"Is her hair naturally that color?"

'Of course it's naturally this color.' the teen thought with a small frown. 'It's brown that's the unnatural color, not blue. I mean, no fairy alive really has brown-'

"Miss Spicket," Wendell spoke; his soft voice carried surprisingly well throughout the dome shaped room and effectively snapping her out of her thoughts. "you come before us as a Failed Conscience to mankind. You have yet to change a single soul enough to give them a conscience of their own, and, in many cases, ended up doing more harm than good."

"I'll say!" Sidius barked angrily, slamming his fist down on his chair's armrest. "This girl has done nothing but cause trouble for us since she was born! Every human companion she has been given either dies, or goes into a deeper, darker life of crime! They become even greater, filthier messes than they were to begin with! It is a Consciences duty to help their partners discover their own conscious, to help them find better ways of living and guide them to the right path! It has been the duty of we fairies for generations!"

"Yes, Miss Spicket has made many blunders in her short two years of service." wheezed Wendell

"Twenty-seven to be exact." Sidius sneered, looking down at the teen as if she were a slug in his path. "I have an alphabetized list, if you'd like to see, Wendell."

"That will not be necessary, Sidius."

The large nosed fairy snorted and sank deeper into his chair.

Wendell cleared his throat and began again. "As you know Miss Spicket, being harmful to mankind instead of helpful is a serious crime, especially in our world."

Amity nodded, her throat to dry to speak.

"The penalty for committing such a crime, is death."

At that moment, Amity felt as though time slowed down. A sickening feeling twisted in her gut and she nearly fell to her knees, the world seemed to shatter before her eyes. 'DEATH! Isn't that a little harsh...? Okay, I admit that made many mistakes, but isn't the death sentence a little extreme?'

Sidius grinned down at her, and Amity nearly felt like bursting into tears.

"However, I feel as though someone as young and zealous as yourself, is deserving of a second chance."

"What!" Sidius roared, standing to his feet. "Wendell, you cannot be serious! After all she has done? The next poor fool she is paired with will be led straight off a cliff!"

The older man smiled indulgently, as if he knew somthing Sidius did not. He did not turn to the angry fairy when he spoke. "Everyone deserves a second chance."

"She has already received a second chance! And third and fourth ones as well!"

"What do you think Jinkle?" Wendell asked, tilting his head toward the round man.

"Me-me?" the pudgy fairy squeaked. "W-well, um... that is to say..."

"Out with it man!" Sidius spat, giving his fellow council member a deadly glare.

"I-I believe that s-s-she could use j-just one more ch-chance..."

At those words, Amity's heart soared-

Wendell nodded in agreement. "There will be conditions, however."

- then hit rock bottom again.

"Miss Spicket, you must except our terms if you wish for a second chance." Wendell cleared his throat loudly again.

"Rule Number One: You must change the being I choose for the better within the time span of two years.

Rule Number Two: You cannot leave your charge unattended for any length of time. Where he or she goes, you go

Rule Number Three: You will be stripped of your wings, and your full-size status. You will start off as a Weak-Conscience

Rule Number Four: If your charge does not Improve within the allotted time, you must come back and face all charges for your crimes.

and lastly Rule Number Five: If your target dies in any way, shape or form before he sincerely changes for the better, you still must come back and face all the charges for your crimes.

If you manage to somehow change your partner for the better, you will be cleared off all charges, your wings will be reinstated, and you will receive all your previous Strong-Conscience abilities and privileges."

Amity grinned and nodded vigorously. "I absolutely accept all terms! Um, just one question, sir... Who's conscious will I become?"

The old fairy smiled again, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

"His name is Envy."

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Well, what do you think?

To be continued...

Authors Note:

Gah! I've reposted this chapter twice now! I kept noticing mistakes I made when re-reading after I'd already posted the chapter. Ugh.

Next time, I'll make sure to read things thourghly before I post things at 12 AM ^^'