|1.||Enter Watcher-man||Read it Now|
|2.||Tesco Test||Read it Now|
|3.||The Hidden Village of the Subterranean Turtles||Read it Now|
|4.||The Lake of Truth||See below|
|The Lake of Truth|
|Approaching the Lake of Truth I began to realise that this Reltut wasn’t all there. He seemed wacky, uncertain about everything and wouldn’t shut up about how his role as Leader of the Hidden Village made the turtlettes throw themselves at his feet.|
Pulling me to one side as he began to rant about something I wasn’t listening to Stan whispered into my ear, ‘Why are we following a sex-obsessed turtle to a mythical lake? Are you sure this is wise?’
‘You gotta have faith Stan!’ I replied in an uneasy confidence, ‘sure he’s crazy but he’s my only hope to find out who I truly am.’
‘That’s a good point, we’re here to find about you, why the hell am I here? You just plucked me out of my apartment because I have nightmares. And how did we get out of Tesco with a turtle with a Mohawk?’
‘Don’t question such things, look, we’re nearly at the end of the story now so just persevere.’
‘I accept that…’ Stan replied. I think I chose well with Stan, he may not actually want to help but he’s so accepting he just goes along with anything you say, which is why I like him.
After about twenty minutes walking Reltut turned around, throwing his arms in the air and shouting ‘here we are!’
We were standing staring at a pond in somebody’s backyard. They were watching us through half-drawn curtains, and I assume calling the police. To a turtle this would be a lake, but to Stan and I it was a little pond (though it did have a rather cool gnome with a fishing rod on the edge of the water).
Reltut leapt into the water, rather unexpectedly and resurfaced after ten minutes, during which a man came out with a shovel yelling ‘Get off my property, monster!’ from the house and attempted to bludgeon Stan and I. Stan got hit pretty badly but I dodged him and stole his shovel. Being a pretty artistic blue thing I knocked him out, dug a hole and buried him waist deep, so when he wakes up he would be unable to move! I thought this was a fulfilling creative way of hurting somebody.
As he resurfaced Reltut dragged out a giant lock and heaved it onto the side of the pond. Panting heavily he pleaded ‘put your key into this lock!’ Then he keeled over and fell into the pond. We never saw him again.
I did as Reltut said and inserted the Key of Beginning the lock. It was massive and made of a reddening iron. Then I twisted the key and…’pop!’ Suddenly the floor shuddered and the pond began to bubble, which made Stan scream like a little girl. Awestruck I watched as an elaborate mirror arose from the depth of the ‘Lake of Truth’. The design of the mirror was very similar to the Door to the Hidden Village of the Subterranean Turtles. It was pristine white and had a golden thread entwined into it to make a tapestry of wonder.
An uncontrollable urge exploded within me, which forced me to look into the mirror. Staring back at me was a small child, weeping into the mirror. He was blue, like me. Then it came back, I was this small child. I was about eight, I was crying in the bathroom of my school because somebody dyed my skin blue for the greatest April Fool’s Day ever. Little did they know I was stained blue forever (another funny twist was that this blue paint was renown for it’s side-effect which gave the user psychic abilities, who would have thought that?) forced to abandon home because my stupid life-givers didn’t want a blue son. I was forced to spy on people, as nobody wanted to be friends with a blue freak.
Lettur the KeyCrafter found me weeping by myself soon after I left home, he took my memories and locked them here. He left me with the key so when I figured it out and was ready, I could remember.
‘What about my past? It looks to be far better than yours,’ Stan asked me timidly.
‘Screw you, Stan. This was my story,’ I told him.
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