Mephala Plots Peryite’s Downfall

There soon came in the Aurbis where many of the other spirits began to dislike Peryite and his orderly ways. And out of all of them, it was Mephala who hated him the most. In the early days shortly after they emerged from their blood-spots, Mephala came out of hers with silk-like hair that stretched into every space and non-space, allowing her to hear many things. But then the Little Dragon came and told her that everyone kept tripping over the threads, and had her cut her hair to keep everyone happy. This made her angry, because now she couldn’t hear all of the good stuffs without being there herself.

So Mephala called a meeting in one of his secret places with his friends Hircine, Molag Bal, Nocturnal, Vaermina, and some others so they could discuss what to do with the Little Dragon.

“Now, I think most of us here hate Peryite,” Mephala began. “So I came—”

“He keeps ruining my hunts,” Hircine grumbled. “Says they are ‘unethical’. What does that mean anyway? I haven’t read Magnus’ New Tome of New Words yet.”

“He actually told me that I was making the Aurbis too dark,” Nocturnal scoffed. “Can you believe that?”

“He doesn’t let me play as much games as I used too,” Molag Bal pouted, and then tried to impersonate the Little Dragon’s voice. “Stop it, Bal! You keep breaking things in all your ruckus.”

“Well,” said another voice, and the group turned to stare at the shiny face of Jyggalag, who was straightening . “Your games are unethical Hircine, you do make the Aurbis as pitch as the color black Nocturnal, and Bal you do keep breaking things.”

“Who invited you here?” Mephala demanded. She turned to Hircine, who shrugged. Nocturnal stared back at her, and Molag Bal said, “Don’t you even dare look at me.”

In unison, the four turned to stare at Vaermina, who made herself quite small before answering. “He was helping me straighten my corners, and the next thing I knew—”

“And I don’t like how you all keep talking about Peryite,” Jyggalag said. “The Little Dragon is my friend, and I don’t think he is all that bad.”

Suddenly a thought-plan-image struck Mephala, and he smiled a crooked smile that made even Hircine flinch. Jyggalag, however, was unfazed.

“Ugh, let me fix that for you,” he said and reached to try to make Mephala’s smile un-crooked.

“Stop that!” Mephala screeched, then returned to her soft voice. “But Jyggalag, what would happen if I told you Peryite wasn’t doing his job correctly?”

“I wouldn’t believe you,” Jyggalag said and crossed his arms. “Peryite always does his job the way he is supposed to! He would never do anything to upset his father-shedder-brother.”

“Oh?” Mephala feigned surprise, and reached out to grab a piece of her hair and dragged it to the secret place. “Then listen to this, Jyg. It should prove… enlightening”

You see, Mephala had herself lied earlier in the Aurbis, and instead of cutting of all her thread-hairs he instead left one intact and out in the Aurbis to float around. Peryite had not seen it because it was so fine, and it just so happened that this thread had been around when Alduin and Peryite lied to Magnus about his Old Tome of New Words, because they decided to be very sneaky when they knew they shouldn’t have.

So Mephala (after recovering her breath from the pulling of the thread-hair; it was a pretty big darn thread-hair) she had Hircine and Molag cut off and the sounds of the Little Dragon and his eldest brother came out the severed end:

“You… ate the Tome didn’t you, Alduin?”

“I didn’t mean too!”

“How could you?!”

“Blame the hunger our father gave to me. Me and Magnus had just finished leaping around as usual when we both stopped, and he pulled out the tome to write in a new word. And then Z’en came and asked him to teach him a new word, and I suddenly grew horribly hungry and next thing I knew the tome was sliding down my gullet.”

“I can’t believe you did that! Now how will we all learn new things to say? I need to tell Magnus immediately so he’ll know what happened to his tome.”

“Please don’t! He is my greatest friend and I don’t want him to get mad at me. Just tell him the tome got destroyed some different way.”

“Ugh, fine eldest brother. I’ll lie for you because I love to lie.” (That last part was not actually said by Peryite, but by Mephala, because she really hated the Little Dragon).

Jyggalag was speechless. “Peryite…Peryite lied…?” he said. Then his face suddenly grew very angry. “That… is… the… most… un-orderly… thing… EVER!!!”

“And you know a lot of orderly things,” Hircine said, guessing Mephala’s plan. “You would never lie!” He nudged Nocturnal, who had guessed the plan too. Soon she was whispering all the things Hircine said into the dark places inside Jyggalag’s head and he began to think like them.

“You know what?” he said very angrily. “I would never lie!”

“And you would do a way better job than that Little Dragon!” said Mephala.

“And I would do a way better job than that Little Dragon!”

“You should tell the truth and take his place!” Vaermina said.

“I should tell the truth and take his place!”

“So you should get up and head to Aka’s sleepy place and confront him in front of everyone, including Magnus!” chimed in Molag Bal and Boethiah together, but they hated each other so they shut up (but they did it to fast, because they damaged the not-air that Magnus had made).

“So I should get up and head to Aka’s sleepy place and confront him in front of everyone, including Magnus!” Jyggalag roared and jumped from his seat. “C’mon everyone, I must go confront the Little Dragon who I thought was my friend but was nothing more than a liar!”

Jyggalag marched off to the sleepy place, with the other et’Ada closed behind him.